her skirt higher to touch her bare bottom and his erection jumped eagerly, straining to be free. “What if she falls in love with him?”
“Vega enjoyed his company. But, she belongs with Chris. She'd never leave him and their children.” She wriggled, trying to direct his searching hand.
“Patrick is using them to get at me,” Dylan accused temperamentally, holding her steady as his lower body fitted against her, but he wanted more.
“That's not so. He feels enjoyment and pleasure with them. He's not a roaming tomcat looking to mount anything that's giving off a scent. The way he is with Chris and Vega is how he was with my brother and Clover,” she collectedly reassured as her fingers found the end of his belt, working determinedly to get inside and touch him. Then with her hands, lips and tongue she'd put a stop to his worrying.
“I should introduce him to Liz, see if he can find any enjoyment with her,” he threatened in a harassed mutter under his breath, holding her palm flat