A Love That Never Tires (Linley & Patrick #1)

“The next time we see each other? When am I ever in London?”


“When am I ever going to be in Malta? Or Egypt? Or South America?” Patrick asked her. “These are all things we would have to work out.”

He did have a point. How could they be lovers if they never saw each other? Linley thought it would be worth it just to see him once every six months or so, but she knew that was unfair to both of them.

“I don’t want to think about all that right now,” she said. “Can’t we just enjoy each other’s company while we have it?”

Patrick pulled her closer to him. It would have been a perfect time to tell her about Kyre House. About the money, and how he planned to spend it. Yes, that would have been the perfect time, but it just did not feel right. After all, that was not the kind of thing a man springs on a girl after taking her virginity. Her thoughts were probably all muddled and she would more than likely get emotional. So, to avoid making things any more difficult than they already were, Patrick tucked his little plan back into the corners of his mind. He would tell her later, and they could talk it over then.

Cradled in his arms, Linley had no idea of the struggle taking place in Patrick’s head. She assumed he was as calm and content as she was at that moment. If she had it her way, Patrick would never be more than an arm’s length away from her for the rest of his life. But she knew better to think that was possible.

She ran her hand over his hip and down his leg. He was warm, and sticky, and wonderful. And, for the night at least, he belonged to her.

“Aren’t you glad you quit resisting me and accepted the inevitable?” she asked.

“Inevitable or not, I never wanted to pressure you into doing something you would come to regret later.”

“Just because your first time was horrible doesn’t mean everyone else will have the same experience,” Linley said. She traced her finger along his jawline and smiled. “I think making love with you is absolutely wonderful.”

Linley already wanted him again. She wasn’t sure if that was normal, or even acceptable behavior, but as she nibbled the base of his throat, she felt Patrick’s blood rise and knew he was more than willing for another round.

“If this is to be a trial run between us,” she said. “Then I intend to find out exactly what I can expect from my future lover. And no more of that timid lovemaking business. When I stayed with the Howards, I heard them in the room next to mine. How ever they were doing it, I thought they were going to knock the walls down. If you’re feeling up to it, I’d like to try something like that.”

Patrick kicked up one of his dark brows. This was turning out to be quite the adventure. And if it was a lover Linley really wanted, he hoped she could keep up with him, otherwise, she had her work cut out for her.

“Turn over,” he told her. “Hands and knees.”

Linley did as he asked, more than a little self-conscious to be so naked and so…visible…in front of him. When he was on top, covering her, that was one thing, but this was another matter entirely.

He slipped into her from behind. There was very little pain this time, and Linley actually felt a jolt of pleasure hitch in her throat as Patrick plunged himself all the way in with one slow sweep of his hips.

And as he dragged himself out of her, then drove in again, Linley bowed her back and took every inch he offered. Patrick, more than encouraged by this, quickened his tempo and intensified his thrusts until the sheer force of them made Linley brace her palm against the cool wall.

It hurt. She wasn’t going to deny it. She also wasn’t going to deny how good it felt, pain and all. Patrick thrust so hard that her head nearly smacked the wall. This time, Linley put both hands against the wall and pushed back, causing him to slam into her with enough force to make her cry out.

Patrick pounded her almost as hard as he could. Linley’s bony backside dug into his hips, and he thought that if this beautiful young woman wanted sex without the expectation of marriage, he was the luckiest man alive.

Reaching around her hip, Patrick brought his hand down and began to stroke her. This time he wasn’t stopping until she found her release. Thankfully, their earlier lovemaking session took care of any pent up urges on his part, and now Patrick was ready to go for quite some time.

The magic he worked with his hands and his body became almost too much for Linley to handle. He slammed into her as deep as she let him go. Again. And again. And again. All the while, he stroked her with his fingers hard and fast.

She uttered a filthy word.

Bit her lip until it nearly bled.

Arched her back and gnashed her teeth, and fought for something that came toward her like a freight train. Bearing down on her. Crashing into her with enough force to knock her backward. Linley’s entire body convulsed in wave after wave of pleasure until she collapsed from the sheer intensity of it all.

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