Still holding her hand, Jon ran for the house, pulling her along behind him. Once they reached the shelter of the porch, they took one look at each other’s saturated clothing and burst out laughing.

 “I guess I should have checked the weather before I left,” Jon chuckled. He swiped the front of his shirt as though the action would somehow get rid of the excess water.

 “That probably would have been a good idea,” Patti agreed. “But it was such a nice day earlier...” She looked down at her own waterlogged outfit and thanked the gods that she wasn’t a designer brand kind of girl. Otherwise, she’d be looking at one hell of a dry cleaning bill.

 Beneath the soft yellow porch light, Patti couldn’t help staring at the picture Jon made. His wet clothing clung to him, exposing every inch of solid muscle beneath. Her mental checklist went wild. Tall? Check. Hot? Check. Built like a warrior? Double check. Beside him, she felt like a delicate flower. If she wasn’t already wet from the rain and the heart-stopping kiss he’d laid on her, she was sure the sight of him standing there looking like a DQ model would have been enough to make her completely drenched.

 “I should probably go—”

 “Would you like to come in?”

 They spoke at the same time and Patti ducked her head, smiling bashfully. “You go first,” she offered.

 Jon’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to object. “I should probably take off,” he said instead. Disappointment replaced Patti’s excitement and she felt her spirits drop. She tried to shake it off and smile through it, but Jon was too perceptive. He closed the gap between them and brought his hands up to cup her face. “Hey, don’t do that,” he commanded in a firm but gentle tone. “Make no mistake, I want to stay.”

 “Then why don’t you?” Patti stuck out her bottom lip in a purposeful pout.

 Jon captured her lip between his teeth and nipped it. “Because if I do I’m afraid you won’t respect me in the morning.”

 A laughed escaped her. “I guarantee that if you stay, I’ll respect the hell out of you.” She looked up at him, imploring him with her eyes. “At least come in long enough to dry off.”

 “I have a feeling that could take all night,” he whispered against her lips.

 Patti tipped her head back to kiss him, but he pulled away, staying just out of her range. “You’re such a tease,” she accused.

 Jon lifted a challenging brow. “Did you just call me a tease, Ms. Jacobs?”

 Patti mirrored his look with an arched brow of her own. “Maybe I did, Mr. Bradshaw. What of it?”

 The dangerous growl that rumbled up from deep within Jon’s chest sent a thrill through Patti that traveled an unerring path straight to her core. Without hesitation, Jon bent down, grabbing the backs of her thighs, and lifted her up. Patti wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, pulling herself in for a tight fit against his firm chest. Her back hit the side of the house next, the narrow wooden slats digging into her flesh, but Patti couldn’t care less. She’d probably have bruises the next day, but a small amount of pain was worth it if it meant she could keep him between her legs as he was now.

 “I’ll show you a tease,” Jon growled, then took her mouth in a punishing kiss that made Patti’s head spin.

 She felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her. She tightened her legs around his, pushing her hips against his and forcing her pussy to press harder against it.

 His hips jerked against hers, driving his cock into her heat. Patti gasped into his mouth and Jon took the opportunity to plunge his tongue deeper inside. He licked and sucked at her tongue, drawing her inside of him the way she wanted him inside of her. “Jon,” Patti panted, tunneling her fingers through his short hair and wrenching his head back just so she could dive in and take control.

 Jon let out a hiss of pleasure, but he didn’t allow her to drive the passion forward. With hard hands, he tore her head back, breaking their lip lock in a brutal fashion. The bite of pain from her hair being pulled made Patti cry out, but the sound was quickly swallowed up by the storm.

 “Jon, please,” Patti begged as he leaned in to run the flat of his tongue up the column of her neck. His teeth scraped across her jaw at the same time his hips thrust against hers, while driving his cock deeper until it parted her delicate folds, taking her silken panties with it. The action bordered on pain, but Patti loved it.

 “You don’t get to beg,” Jon said against her throat. “You asked for this, and I’m going to show you exactly how big a tease I can be.”

 His hand burrowed between their bodies, finding the hem of her dress where it had cinched up around the tops of her thighs, barely covering the swell of her ass. He stroked across the thin fabric, now as soaked as the rest of her clothing.

 “Jon, yes, there,” Patti panted, squirming in his arms as his fingers traced a path through her cleft. Over and over again, he grazed her clit, then retreated, moving lower to brush across her throbbing opening.

 Somewhere in Patti’s head, she thought she should probably be putting an end to all of this. It was their first date, after all, but his hot breath against her neck and his probing fingers and rock hard cock all came together to turn her into a wanton woman concerned with nothing other than seeking release.

 “Higher,” Patti moaned, but Jon only moved lower. She could have complained, but Jon’s fingers were magical and within seconds, she was on board for whatever he wanted to do to her. “Oh, there. There!” While just when he made her feel so good she thought she might scream, he moved higher again. Patti’s body was coiled tight with frustration and agonizing need. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of his constant give and take.

 “Jon, please. I need to come,” she whimpered, throwing her head back against the siding. “Please.”

 She heard his deep chuckle, but she was too wrought, too lost in his torturous game to utter another word of protest.

 “Is that all you wanted?” he asked. Patti cracked open her eyes. He was smiling, but his eyes were dark and full of mischief. “Well, far be it from me to keep a lady waiting.”

 Prying her fingers free of his hair, Jon gathered both of Patti’s hands in one of his, and pinned them above her head. Only the weight of his body and her thighs clenched tightly around his hips kept her from falling flat on her ass. With his free hand, Jon tugged aside her panties and pushed two thick fingers inside of her.

 “Mmmm,” he hummed in her ear. “You’re so fucking tight, Patricia, and very, very wet. Is this all for me?”

 Patti squeezed her eyes shut, unable to speak. Everything she felt just then was one hundred percent his.

 Jon worked his fingers in and out, twisting and turning them, caressing her inner walls until she quivered with need. Her orgasm was building, the pressure becoming so great, she felt she might combust.

 “That’s right, Patricia. It’s mine. All of it.” His hips ground against her, pushing and retreating, mimicking the sex she craved. Each thrust against the back of his hand shoved his fingers impossibly deeper, wringing carnal noises from Patti that she never thought she was capable of producing.

 “Jon,” she cried out, flexing her fingers, fisting and releasing, needing something to hold on to but finding nothing. Jon’s hand gripped her wrists, trussing her to the siding and threatening to cut off circulation. And still she didn’t care. Her body was too busy chasing pleasure to bother with something so trivial.

 “Come for me, Patricia.” Jon curled his fingers inside of her, hitting that ever-elusive spot, while his thumb pressed down on her swollen clit. The dueling sensations consumed her like a fire raging out of control. Lightning lit up the sky as Patti splintered apart. “That’s it, baby. Good girl.”