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“I’m sorry about how harsh I was with you on Thursday. I was startled, and angry at myself for not maintaining my control, and I reacted badly.”
“Yes you did,” Lexie said, giving him a pert look that had him chuckling again.
“Careful there, Pixie, you’re in enough trouble as it is.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she shook her head, but he could also see her pupils dilating as her breathing picked up. She might be shaking her head, but she liked the idea of being in trouble and in need of discipline.
Patrick twirled her hair around his fingers, and she gulped a little as her eyes flicked to his hand and then back up to him. They’d never stood quite this close, with him touching her like this. Her already big eyes got even bigger as she seemed to realize something had changed, he wasn’t holding back anymore. Good. Because, while he was still in control of himself, the boundary lines had shifted, and she was about to be in for a surprise.
“If you had come to my office on Thursday, I would have apologized then and there. But maybe it’s better this way. I had a chance to talk to Jake this morning.”
Her lips tightened and then smoothed out, as if she wanted to say something and then exerted the effort to stay quiet. No, she still didn’t like that he’d felt the need to talk to Jake, but she wasn’t going to make a big deal out if it either.
“I told him we’re going to be dating by the time he gets home. I hope you don’t make a liar out of me.”
The look in her eyes softened as they lit up from within, her head tilting towards his hand, body turning towards him a little more. Yeah, she liked that idea. Triumphant satisfaction blazed through him. He didn’t know what she had been expecting when she’d shown up at his house tonight, but he knew exactly what he was going to take now that she was here.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Good, as long as we’re on the same page.”
Her lips parted as he leaned down, his hand cupping her cheek, fingers still tangled in her hair, and he kissed her.
13
Patrick’s lips were soft against hers, gentle, almost coaxing. She couldn’t help but move closer to him, almost unbelieving this was really happening. They were kissing! Not because of a scene or pent-up sexual tension, but because Patrick wanted to kiss her.
This should have been what their first kiss was like. This gentle but demanding press of lips, one hand on her cheek, the other sliding around her waist to draw her in closer as she opened for him and his tongue delved into her mouth. Lexie made a needy noise in her throat as she kissed him back, sliding her tongue against his, pressing herself against his body.
The sensation was heady, the fulfillment of a long-held fantasy making the moment both surreal and ecstatic. It wasn’t just arousal that exploded through her body, it was excitement, joy, and love. The revelation of hope she’d held on to for years.
Patrick wasn’t just kissing her, he was devouring her. Lexie was becoming light-headed as he kissed her so deeply, so possessively, that it was consuming her entire being. His fingers slid around to the back of her neck holding her in place, as if he was afraid she would pull away. No chance of that. She kissed him back just as hungrily, glorying in the moment.
When he pulled away, she tried to follow, going on her tiptoes and whimpering at the loss. Opening her eyes, she stared imploringly up at him, hoping he wasn’t going to stop now. She might have to kill him if he did. It would be a waste of a seriously great kisser.
“Boundaries.”
“What?” She blinked, confused and trying to catch up.
“What are your boundaries for today?” he asked, his voice rasping. Fingers stroked her back, along her spine, making her shiver as lustful tingles ran under her skin. “Your limits. How far are you willing to go?”
Oh. Oh.
Fuck yes.
“No limits,” she whispered huskily, her throat tightening with excitement and making it almost difficult for her to talk. Yes, yes, yes! “I trust you.”
Heat and need flared and then his lips were on hers again, but this time he wasn’t just leaning over her, he was lifting her up. Grasping her ass, he pulled her hard against him and Lexie jumped, instinctively, helping him. Her legs wrapped around his hips, the hard ridge of his erection pressing directly against her splayed pussy.
As excited as she was, she couldn’t stop the little tremor of anxiety that went through her as well. She’d been dreaming about this for so long she couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Some part of her was terrified that she’d fallen asleep and was just dreaming. Really, really vividly.
Patrick’s fingers dug into her ass and he started to move, still kissing her, and she had to admire his ability to multitask. Walking slowly but surely, he went down the hall, and Lexie thought her heart was going to pound its way out of her chest when she realized he was taking her to his bedroom. She felt a bit faint, and not just because he was kissing her so deeply she could barely breathe.
Oh my god... Oh my god... Oh my god...
She felt like she was going to die of excitement, like her heart was going to give out because it was beating so rapidly – and she would never forgive herself if she did.
When he put her down, he slid her along his body so she rubbed against his erection. She’d always enjoyed how much taller and stronger he was than her, but now it felt even more so. Patrick loomed over her, his hands on her back, looking calm and put together, while she was fallen apart at the seams. Her lips were swollen from kissing, her lungs weren’t getting enough air, and her legs could barely hold her up.
