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“Oh...” She didn’t know what to say, because this was what she wanted, but it wasn’t quite how she pictured it. Dating wasn’t necessary, he was right, not when it came to getting to know each other, but when it came to romance...
She wasn’t sure what expression crossed her face, but Patrick obviously saw something in it, because he immediately dropped the bag on the bed next to his clothes and came over to her. It occurred to her that she was still standing there, completely naked, holding his t-shirt, but she’d just been taken so off-guard. Cupping her face in his hands, Patrick’s face was serious as he looked into her eyes.
“I want to go straight into a relationship with you, Pixie,” he said softly, his voice so tender it actually made a tear spark in her eye. The inside of her chest ached. As sweet as he could be, as caring as he’d always been, he’d never talked to her in quite this tone before. “That doesn’t mean I won’t take the time to get to know you on a deeper level. It doesn’t mean you won’t get flowers or dates or romance. I will not take you for granted, and I will cherish you, but I don’t want to play games with you either. I always knew if we were going to do this, it was going to be serious. I want you in my bed every night, and by my side as often as I can have you there. If that’s too much, too fast for you, you can say so, but it’s what I’m going to be pushing for.”
“Oh...” This time she said the word softer, understanding more. He wasn’t assuming she was just going to take the scraps he would give her, he just wanted something serious, right away.
She could do that. Her feelings for him were already serious, so why not act like it? Pussy-footing around the issue and just dating were kind of silly, but she’d just been worried he would regret moving so quickly. Especially considering how long he’d been putting her off. Apparently it was either nothing or full steam ahead with him. Then again, she didn’t know why she’d thought it would be anything different.
A smile spread on her face, and he immediately relaxed as he took in her expression. He swept his thumb across her cheek, caressing, and Lexie almost sighed with happiness.
“I’m okay with that. So does that mean I’m moving in?” she asked, teasing.
“If you want to,” he said, unperturbed, as he dropped his hands away from her face and turned to go finish his packing. Lexie’s jaw dropped open.
“We haven’t even had sex yet!”
“Of course not,” he said, his tone completely reasonable. She narrowed her eyes at him, and when he looked up at her, his hands full of his clothes, his eyes were twinkling with mirth. “I need to plan that scene much more carefully.”
She rolled her eyes.
“That’s two.”
“Two what?”
“Two swats for your bedtime spanking.”
She should protest. She should tell him no fucking way, since it’s not like they’d gone over rules.
Instead, her pussy clenched, and she shut her mouth while she sat down at the foot of his bed to watch him finish packing up his bag. The entire time, her heart felt like it was floating.
14
By the time Lexie woke up the next morning, Patrick was already awake, dressed and had coffee and breakfast ready for her. Not because he wanted to pamper her, although it was that too, but because her mattress was too soft. He hadn’t been able to get comfortable all night. It was fine for a petite lightweight like her, but he’d sunk right in.
The only upside to the bed rut he’d created had been Lexie rolling practically on top of him in the middle of the night.
The downside had been that they’d both been completely naked and he hadn’t been able to act out any of his perverted fantasies on her. She’d been exhausted when they’d gone to bed and had to work early, and so he’d controlled himself. Besides, she hadn’t even stirred when she’d rolled onto him.
Controlling himself had never sucked so fucking much.
Her bed had a pretty good view right into the little galley kitchen, so he was watching when she finally rolled over, blinking the sleep from her eyes as the alarm on her phone blared. Short clumps of black hair stuck out every which way, answering his question of what her hair did in the morning. It was adorable, although he doubted she’d agree. Unfortunately, it also made her look incredibly young, which gave him a little pang, but that was just something he was going to have to get used to. He was always going to be eight years older than her, which really wasn’t a huge difference in the grand scheme of things. Not anymore.
The way she looked at him when she realized he was standing there, in the tiny kitchen, wearing nothing but his boxers, erased any lingering hesitation on his part. It was like she’d woken up to discover it was unexpectedly Christmas, and unabashed joy lit up of her face, followed quickly by a blush as she realized she was in bed completely naked. Seeing Lexie feeling shy was both unexpected and endearing.
“Good morning,” he said, putting down his cup of coffee so he could pour her one. It was a good thing she was such a sound sleeper, although he hadn’t made anything more complicated than scrambled eggs and coffee. Still, a lot of people would have woken up anyway, since there was no barrier between the kitchen and the rest of the apartment to muffle the sounds of cooking. Lexie hadn’t even rolled over.
“Morning,” she mumbled, sitting up and turning so her feet were hanging off the bed, clutching the sheet to her chest with one hand. The other hand went straight to her hair, as if she knew it was a mess, running her fingers through her locks and trying to tame them. Patrick approached with her coffee, raising his eyebrow.
“Feeling shy this morning, Pixie?”
“Coffee,” she answered in a pleading tone of voice, holding out the hand that had been finger-combing her hair. Grinning, Patrick handed it over. He knew it took at least a cup for her to start functioning normally. The blissful sigh after her first sip made his grin widen. Sometimes she was so predictable.
Turning his back, he let her come to terms with what had happened last night and his presence in her home this morning now that she had woken up. Waking up with her in his arms this morning had been something to savor, and he’d lain in bed for at least half an hour, just enjoying it (despite the mattress) before getting up. He didn’t doubt that she’d need her own time to wrap her mind around the situation. It was strange, going from being friends and completely hands off, to in a relationship overnight.
Still, he didn’t regret it.
Now that he could have her, now he was fairly sure they would work together, he didn’t want to wait. Doing her training, getting a small taste of what a relationship between them would be like, had only made him more impatient.
