‘I need you,’ I whispered, stepping forward and slipping my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. ‘Right now.’
The way he groaned made me feel so fucking powerful – so powerful I didn’t hesitate to pull off the last of our clothes.
Holy fuck.
My mouth watered as I took him in, in full. I had never wanted anyone this badly.
Patrick stood there, all chiselled and almost glowing in the night. We hadn’t bothered putting a light on, or closing the curtains, and the amber streetlight poured through and lit him up like a piece of art.
And then there was the way he was looking at me.
‘You are gorgeous,’ Patrick breathed, his gaze raking over my curves and dimples. ‘I don’t know how I’ve managed to go this long without –’
‘I don’t know how you’re going this long without it now,’ I said teasingly, grabbing his hand and pulling us on to the bed. ‘I was promised sex, so what are you going to do about it?’
Excitement drummed through me as I laid myself down on Patrick’s bed and looked up at him.
This was it. This was the moment that I lost myself to him.
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.
