Chapter 54
Chapter Fifty-Four
ELLE
Idon’t have time to go home and change my panties but I can’t find it in me to try and stop Patrick from putting his mouth wherever he wanted.
My mind went blank as soon as his warm hands came in contact with the skin of my cheeks.
I’m lost in the sensation of his mouth on mine.
I feel him moving us back but I give no fucks.
I’d let him take me anywhere as long as I got to stay in his arms.
“Need you.” Something in his voice stops all lust flowing through my body to screech to a halt.
My hands fist his shirt, trying to get his attention.
“You have me, baby.” I lean back in an attempt to remove his mouth from my body.
A rumble escapes from Patrick’s chest is the only acknowledgement that he heard me but he doesn’t stop, sucking on my pulse point—it’s going to leave a mark.
“Patrick, baby. I need you to stop for a second.” I let go of his t-shirt and wrap my arms around his shoulders, crushing our bodies together which forces his head off my neck. “What’s going on, baby?” I’m doing my best to keep my tone soothing, taking one hand to rub my hand up and down his spine.
His body is so tense, it’s like hugging a statue. Patrick’s breath is hot as he lets out the biggest breath I’ve ever heard. “I needed to know you were okay.” Patrick’s voice is muffled against my body but I can hear the fear in his words.
My anger flares, prepared to fucking eviscerate whoever made him feel like this.
I’ve never seen Patrick like this and it’s easier to get angry then confront the worry squeezing my insides.
“I’m right here, baby. I’m okay. I’m kind of wishing I was still asleep but I much prefer being in your arms.” I never stop rubbing his back but I feel his arms grip around my body loosen slightly.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I whisper the question, I don’t want to upset him any further but I need to know who I need to deal with.
“I do but I can’t right now.” His voice is so thick with emotion, I feel my heart squeeze.
I need him to know he’s safe here, with me.
“It’s okay, baby. Whenever you’re ready.
I’m right here.” I press a light kiss on his temple and for a while, we stay just like that.
Our breathing syncs—he inhales my exhales—and I pray this is offering him the peace he needs.
Too soon, we reluctantly let each other go.
Patrick seems like he’s better but I can still see the tension in his eyes.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He reaches out to me and tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
“You just tell me who I need to take care of. I don’t like my Intruder looking like that.
” I’m scowling as I remember I wanted to discuss Patrick’s move to his new building.
My gaze is drawn to the corner of the office, his space. It’s almost barren. Patrick never added too much outside of what could fit on the desk I provided. It was a subtle way to show me that this was still my space and he wasn’t trying to overstep.
I don’t want him to leave.
“I’m not ready for you to go.” I confess and I feel like I should be embarrassed but I can’t let myself even consider it.
It’s only been a few months but Patrick has really become my Intruder—in my life and my heart—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I need to remember to do something nice for Lola for hiring him and forcing me to open up my space to him.
Patrick huffs out a breath. “This won’t change anything, sweetheart.” He’s wrong but it’s okay. I just hope the changes will be for the better.