Jon patted the space beside him, the action making his bicep flex deliciously. “Come lie down with me.”

Patti stared at the space. A part of her—a huge part her—wanted to close that gap and take what he was willing to give, but another part of her wanted to run out the door and never look back.

Her eyes flicked up briefly, finding the door standing wide-open ready to receive her. She couldn’t decide. Stay or go? On the one hand, she could leave and save herself the heartache she knew would come, and on the other, she could stay and enjoy the body of the man who drove her insides wild and wait for the storm to roll in. The ball was in her court.

Unfortunately, or maybe very fortunately, Patti had always been a take the bull by the horns kind of girl. She laughed in the face of danger, plowing through every roadblock and warning sign she came across with little consideration to how she would come out of it on the other side.

Jon was dangerous to her health. She didn’t know much about him, but what she did know made her crave more. He was delicious in every way, from his sexy, mischievous smile to the jutting erection that bobbed as it strained to reach her when she dropped her gaze between his legs.

Her eyes traveled up his sleek body. Sometime after bringing her to his bed, he’d undressed. Now he lay there in a pair of baggy, gray cotton sweatpants and nothing else. His speed bump abs were on full display, as was the sexy V of his oblique arrowing an enticing path below his waistband.

He was the picture of eroticism, and the way his eyes darkened as she took him in sent a shiver of anticipation skittering down her spine.

“Do you like what you see?” His gruff voice brought her eyes back up to his, and Patti’s gut tightened. Stretching his arm out, Jon took her hand and drew it to his chest. Twisting around, Patti crawled over to him, following the movement, tucking herself up against his side.

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

“Good,” Jon said, pressing a tender kiss to her hair, “because so do I.” Tucking his finger under her chin, he drew her face up to his, forcing her to look at him. “I wasn’t joking when I said I wasn’t done with you.” His stony expression was unreadable. “I want to make love to you, Patricia, but I need to know if you want it too.” He dropped a kiss against her forehead. Another to her temple. His body twisted to its side, the hand under her chin sliding around her neck to cradle her head. His lips touched the tip of her nose, and his head dipped down to press another to the underside of her jaw.

Patti’s leg lifted of its own accord to hook over his hip, and her hand came up to wrap around the back of his bicep. She tilted her head back, giving him better access to her throat as he worked his way south.

Her breath stuttered out of her as her core contracted.

“Will you stay?” Jon asked as his tongue stroked a wet path to her collarbone. “Let me touch you? Will you let me crawl inside you and bury myself so deep there’s no part of you I won’t touch? Will you let me do that, Patricia? Will you let me make love to you?”

Patti’s ragged breaths made her feel light-headed and dizzy. Or maybe that was just him. Jon’s words made her blood rush south, leaving her brain dry as a desert on a hot summer day. She couldn’t think straight for how exquisite he felt against her. She held herself tighter to him, needing to feel every inch of him around her, on her, inside of her.

The smell of him, a faint mixture of soap and spicy cologne, drove her wild. She felt fevered as he continued to feather kisses over her skin, his mouth closing in on her swollen breasts.

“Patricia?” He burrowed his face between her breasts, muffling his voice.

Reminded of his questions, she sifted her fingers through his hair and pulled his head up so she could claim his mouth the same way she needed him to claim her body. “Yes. Yes,” she breathed hungrily. “Make love to me, Jon. I want you.”

Pleased with her response, Jon crushed his mouth to hers. His tongue licked the seam of her lips, and she opened to him. He slipped inside, making love to her mouth as their tongues touched and tasted.

Rolling her on to her back, Jon settled between her legs. His hips made slow circles, his hard cock pressing against her opening through the barrier of her shorts. The fabric dug in, rubbing her clit until she trembled.

Bracing himself on one arm, his free hand glided down her side. Where her shirt rode up to expose her soft belly, Jon’s fingers played with her sensitive flesh until she squirmed.

“Take this off,” he grunted, already leaning back to tear her shirt over her head.

Patti dropped back to the mattress, her head hitting the pillow with a soft thump, and she smiled up at him.

He sat there, in all his bare-chested glory, staring down at her with a look that said he wanted to gobble her up. Boy, she hoped he would.

Her legs were opened wide around his hips to accommodate him. Reaching behind him with both hands, Jon stroked light fingertips from her ankles up to her calves, tracing small circles of pleasure at the undersides of her knees. Patti’s legs twitched at the slight tickling sensation, and she bit down on her bottom lip to suppress the laugh that threatened to bubble out.

Jon’s hands grew rougher, more sure, as he dragged his palms over the tops of her thighs, coasting around to her inner thighs and stopping at the crease where they met her hips.

His chest rose and fell heavily, his nostrils flared, and his intense gaze burned through her clothing where they focused on her now throbbing pussy.

“These need to go, too.” Popping the snap open and jerking the zipper down, Jon helped her out of her shorts and flung them over his shoulder into the room.

Despite still being dressed in her bra and underwear, Patti felt exposed as Jon studied the plain white cotton covering her. He teased the top of her panties with one long finger, dipping between her skin and the fabric, scorching her with one simple, barely-there touch.

Goose bumps pebbled her skin, and Patti’s hips lifted slightly in a silent plea for more.

Jon’s eyes rose to meet hers and she sucked her lip in between her teeth when he bent forward to kiss her naked belly. He stretched out, pushing his long, lean body down the mattress until his feet hung over the edge. Patti peered down the length of her body, watching him as he placed his open mouth on top of her panties, over her core. His hot breath scalded her, and when he pressed the flat of his tongue to the fabric, against her swollen nub, Patti sucked in a breath and her hips tilted up to meet him.

Reaching over her head to grip the wooden slats of the headboard, Patti’s back arched up as excitement ripped through her like lightning.

Jon took his time, worshiping every inch of her body. He caressed her stomach, explored her with his tongue, and nibbled her ankles. At one point, he stopped to lift each of her feet and pressed his sturdy thumbs into her instep, massaging her until she felt limp, completely at his mercy.

“You are so…incredibly…sexy,” Jon said as he crawled up her body, punctuating his words with a kiss to her hip, the swell of her breast, and the pulse below her ear, before finally, blessedly, returning his mouth to hers, where he sucked and nipped and licked her breathless once more.

Patti relaxed into him, tucking her arms under his so she could wrap them around his wide back and feel the thick muscles flex and move under her hands.

The power harnessed there thrilled Patti down to her core. She’d always loved how a man could make her feel small and fragile, and Jon made her feel all of that and more. His body hemmed her in, heavy and hot, pressing her into the mattress. He swallowed her up and she clung to him so she wouldn’t disappear.