‘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 itas 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.
