CHAPTER EIGHTEEN #3
I could try to tell myself that this wouldn’t matter. That sleeping with Patrick wasn’t going to change things.
But it would.
It would change me. Irrevocably.
‘I’ll do anything you want, Jessy,’ Patrick said, voice low, his tone full of something close to worship. He descended on to the bed.
Except not quite with me. Not where I expected him to be, at least.
‘Patrick!’
‘You weren’t specific!’ he said delightedly as he knelt between my legs and pushed my knees apart.
I squirmed against his hold, his words enough to make me ache. ‘Patrick –’
‘Just lie back for me,’ he murmured. ‘If you want me to stop, just say.’
Stop him? I wanted him to hurry up; the ache inside of me was starting to border on painful, I wanted him so damn –
‘Ohhh!’ My back arched of its own volition as Patrick slowly lowered his head between my thighs.
Oh, yeah.
Patrick might not have brought a girl back to his place recently, but he clearly knew what to do. He knew what I wanted, what I needed, without a single word from me. His tongue speared deep as my fingers entangled themselves in his hair, trying not to thrust my hips deeper.
God, this was incredible. The spasms of pleasure pouring through my body, pulsing as his tongue picked up a riotous rhythm that I could barely follow, were hurtling me towards my peak.
Building, building, and even as Patrick’s fingers held my knees down, I squirmed under his expert ministrations.
‘Fuck, Patrick, yes, yes!’ I couldn’t help but cry.
And then I fell apart.
Body exploding, ears ringing, my voice cracked as I cried out his name and ground down impossibly harder on to his face.
As my climax subsided, slowly, slowly, Patrick lifted his head and grinned. ‘I could do that every day.’
The flirtatious wink was undermined by just how wrecked his voice sounded. Hearing him – seeing him after he’d brought me to such pleasure – made a shudder run through my body.
‘Careful,’ I whispered, shocked at how weak my voice was. ‘Or I’ll start demanding it.’
God, the thought of spending every day with Patrick – it was intoxicating.
Not, however, as intoxicating as the man himself.
He leaned across me to the bedside table, and when he straightened up I could see him rolling on a condom. The excitement that I’d thought would calm down now the edge had been taken off roared to life again.
‘Ready?’ the man I was slowly realizing I was probably in love with asked in a soft whisper, holding himself above me – as if there was any chance I would want him to stop now.
I nodded. ‘Yes. Yes, please – please, Patrick.’
I wasn’t usually the sort of woman to beg, but I needed him – needed everything he could give me.
Patrick’s eyes widened and his lips parted in an unspoken moan as he slowly slid into me.
I couldn’t help but let out my own audible sound as he pushed in. The intimacy, the intensity, the scent of him, the feeling of being known and fully adored by him – sex had never felt like this before.
By the time Patrick had sunk himself hips deep into me, I knew I would never want anyone else.
Not ever again.
‘I’ll try to go slowly,’ he said, his jaw tight.
‘Don’t,’ I murmured, lifting my head to kiss him and tasting myself on his lips. ‘Don’t go slowly. I don’t need that right now. I need everything you can give me.’
It was true. I was too pent up for anything else. We could try it slow another time.
Patrick hissed as he almost withdrew entirely before sinking back in. ‘I want this to be special.’
‘It will be. It’s you,’ I whispered, rocking my hips to match his rhythm, revelling in the unspoken understanding we shared.
There was no one in the world who understood me like Patrick – and he had never let anyone in like me. This was new, for both of us, a sharing and an exploring that was unique.
He was mine. And I was his.
With each thrust, Patrick pushed me closer and closer to the peak I had only just climbed down from, and it was all I could do to hang on to his shoulders and accept the kisses, the murmurs of affection, the praise that made my whole body tremble.
Before long I was close, so close, but I knew I couldn’t be pushed over the edge like this –
‘I’m close,’ Patrick panted, his eyes brilliant as they stared down at me. ‘You?’
‘I can’t – I won’t be able to –’ Frustration boiled through me.
How exactly I thought I was going to explain it in that moment, lungs panting and body tingling, I didn’t know – but still, he understood.
Without slowing his thrusts, Patrick shifted his right arm so that he was leaning on his left, and gently brought his free hand to the place where our bodies met.
‘Oh fuck – yes, Patrick, yes – yes!’ Without warning, I tumbled over that edge I’d been teetering on.
‘Jessy,’ he groaned, sinking his face into my neck and pressing a kiss there. ‘Jessy.’
His pleasure came and fired through him, I could feel it as he thrust his hips deeper, deeper, and his groan of ecstasy was music to my ears.
When he collapsed into my arms, there were only two things I was sure of.
That this was exactly where I belonged.
And that I was definitely in love with Patrick.