Chapter 48
Chapter Forty-Eight
PATRICK
I’m not sure how to respond appropriately to Elle’s latest confession.
She’s right, it shouldn’t matter, and it doesn’t matter to me.
Am I excited that her butthole of an ex never got to experience Elle in that way?
Yes. Is some caveman part of my brain thumping his chest in joy?
Maybe. Is that chest thumping because it means I will be her first? And only. No, it’s not.
What I’m feeling at this moment more than anything is gratitude.
Elle was obviously struggling with the idea of sharing this but seems to have trusted me enough with it.
The fact that she wants to do ‘stuff’ with me after her confession makes my dick swell.
I’ve been hard since we sat down after our little escapade when we walked in.
It quickly deflated once Elle started telling me about her ex and her worries about starting something serious with me but now?
Now I’m worried the fabric of my shorts is going to rip if I move the wrong way. A deep breath helps clear my thoughts again. I can’t continue to imagine all the ways I was going to show Elle how much I appreciated her for sharing these hard things with me.
My gaze slides down to my grumpy goddess and I chastise myself as I see her biting the crap out of her lip and her face showing more worry than I’d ever seen on her beautiful face.
I can’t stop myself from pulling her lip from between her teeth.
“Sweetheart.” I don’t know if the nickname is meant to comfort or admonish but it seems like the right thing to say, her relief is instant.
Unbidden, “Can I kiss you?” Another thing that must have been correct to ask. My heart stops as she graces me with a smile. “You fucking better.” Her answer comes out like a command and something inside me snaps.
Elle’s mine.
I lean down and capture her mouth, trying to pour everything I’m feeling into this kiss. The need to possess her in any and every way I could think of taking over all logical thought.
I needed her more than I needed to breathe.
Elle understood me on this level, moving from my side onto my lap without separating our mouths.
Once her hot center’s resting against my hard length, her lips parts, allowing me access to explore her more thoroughly.
I grip the nape of her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair.
It’s so soft, I can’t wait to see it splayed out on my pillows.
My tongue explores every inch of her mouth I have access to. Too soon, she pulls away from me. I feel a growl escape me at the loss of contact, Elle’s face is flushed and her breaths are coming out in pants.
She’s a vision.
Her hair’s tousled and her eyes glassy with arousal.
Her cheeks were so red—reminding me of two perfect apples—I wanted to take a bite of her.
A surprised grunt escapes me when Elle starts to rock her hips, her center rubbing against me.
“Too much between us.” Elle’s voice is so breathy as she works herself against me.
I agree wholeheartedly and am more than ready to strip us both down. Gripping her hips, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh. The thought that I might leave a mark on her with my grip makes me pause but the need to make sure my grip is strong and as I stand overrules everything.
“Tell me I can take you to bed, sweetheart.” My question comes as I drag my mouth down her neck. Elle lets out a little squeak as I stand fully erect and I have to hold myself back from pressing her against one of my walls and taking her hard and fast like my dick is begging me to.
“Please.” It comes out in a purr and I almost start running, desperate for her at this point. I send a silent thank you to the beings that may be that I’ve been living here long enough I can still take us to my bedroom with my attention elsewhere —I can’t keep my mouth off of Elle.
Once my knees hit the edge of my bed, I release my grip on Elle, she lets out an indignant huff as she bounces. She’s so cute, I can’t stop the smile that spreads. For a moment, all the lust stops momentarily, replaced with a sense of rightness.
This feeling has been missing from my life for over ten years but looking at this woman in front of me, I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“Before we go any further, we need to talk about birth control. It’s been awhile and I’m clean.
There hasn’t been anyone for awhile but I got tested before I moved here.
I have condoms.” I offer and I can feel my ears turning pink at the thought of taking Elle bare.
Filling her up and watching her grow, carrying my child. Being forever connected to her.
“I’m clean, too. Obviously.” We both make amused noises at that.
“But I’m not on anything, so if it doesn’t bother you, I’d like to use condoms.” What the hell?
If it was okay with me? I bend my knees so we are level with each other, cradle her face between my hands and make sure she’s focused on me when I say this.
“Sweetheart, anything you need to feel comfortable. It doesn’t matter if I want to or not.
This is only happening how you want. Your comfort and enjoyment is uncompromisable.
Understand?” I pull her into a kiss as she mumbles her agreement.
Grumpy Elle is my favorite but agreeable Elle is coming in a close second.
“Good girl.” Slipping my hands up Elle’s skirt, I pull her shorts off in a one quick tug before I gently push her back so she’s more centered on my bed.
Soon, her skirt is hiked up to her waist and my fingers sliding into the hem of her shorts and panties, teasing her with light kisses up one leg and down the other.
“Love having my mouth on these sweet thighs. You taste so good and I haven’t even made it to the best part.” A shudder runs down her body and I pull my body up, angling myself so I can rest comfortably at her center.
A small wet circle is spreading on her panties and I have to press my erection against the side of my bed for relief as I start to slowly peel the fabric away from her warmth. “Such a pretty little pussy.”
I press a kiss to her mound before moving lower, dragging my tongue over her lips. Not enough to fully part her but just enough to tease, to make her feel as desperate for me and I am for her.