I nod. “I like the way you look at me.”
“I like looking at you.”
My breath hitches as his mouth closes over one nipple, his hand on my other breast caressing.
“Oh,” I squeak.
He raises his head. “You like that?”
“I like it very much.”
His attention returns to my breast, and I arch my back, eager for more.
He trails his fingers over my stomach—I flinch, but Patrick kisses my nipple and meets my gaze.
“You don't have to be scared.”
“You’re just so … perfect. And I’m?—"
“Beautiful, you’re beautiful. I want all of this, Cass. I wantyou.”
His hand drifts down past my hips, and his eyes never leave mine as I guide his fingers to my clit.
“Cassie,” he whispers.
“I love you.” I cup his cheek with my free hand. “I’ve always loved you.”
I close my eyes briefly as he slides his fingers back and forward.
“I’m sorry I?—"
“We’re not talking about that. Not now.” I open my eyes and gaze into his. “This is all that matters.”
He nods, bending his head to kiss me again.
His fingers continue to work me, and he sucks in a breath as he slips them inside me for the first time.
“You’re so wet. Can I …” His eyes search mine. “Can I go down on you?”
“I think I’d like that.”
My cheeks heat up as I spread my legs and he moves between them, his gaze sweeping over my body. I’ve never been so vulnerable for anyone before.
“Patrick?”
His eyes search mine. “Yes?”
“I’m glad it’s you.”
He smiles. “Me too. I can be myself with you.”
Slowly he moves, and I freeze when his hot breath hits my upper thigh. He places gentle kisses on my skin, and I relax again.
“You smell so good.” He leans tentatively forward, prying me open with his fingers.
He licks me before finding my clit with his tongue and teasing it. I gasp, and he raises his head. “Is that good?”
“So good.”
