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“Cheers.” He drank, watching her over the rim of his glass. A wave of need consumed him. Without giving too much thought to his actions, he slid he hand around the back of her neck and tugged her to him, pressing his lips to hers. They tasted of summer and wine and wanted to drink her up.

“Well that worked fast,” she said when he reluctantly pulled away so they could take a breath.

“What’s that?”

“I figured a little wine would loosen you up. I brought something else.” She lifted her brows suggestively as she pulled something else out of her basket…a box of condoms.

Immediately the shimmer of arousal shot up to full blown need. Patrick set his wine down. He plucked the box from her and then took her hand leading her to his bed.

“I take it you needed that,” she said in an amused tone.

Next to his bed, he took her hand and settling it over his erection. “What do you think?”

“My, my Dr. Andres. Looks like you’re a man with some very special needs.”

He was burning up. Desire gnawed at him, but he reined it in, not wanting to come off overly aggressive. “Are you going to help me with that?” He tugged his shirt off.

Her hand brushed over his chest, her blue eyes taking him in. He hoped she liked what she saw. He didn’t think he was a physically unattractive man, but he was no muscle builder either.

“I think I can help you.” She leaned in, her tongue lapping over his nipple.

He nearly came out of his skin. He groaned and let out an explicative starting with F. He winced, “Sorry.”

“Why? Dr. Andres talks dirty. I like it.”

“Well then, get naked, Michaela because I want to talk dirty to you.” For a moment, Patrick wondered who this man was. He liked a good round of sweaty sex, but he didn’t normally include dirty talk. Something about Michaela loosened his sexual reservedness. It was a new experience for him, one he might normally resist indulging in. But Michaela’s flirty smile, and the way she gripped and then stroked him, he found he couldn’t rein himself in.

She pushed him until he sat on the edge of the bed. Then she straddled his thighs and leaned in toward him, her teeth tugging on his earlobe as she whispered her own dirty words. He grabbed a condom from the box a little embarrassed at how quickly this was going to end. Rolling the condom on was one of the most challenging tasks he’d ever undertaken as she continued to nip and suck on his ear, his jaw, his neck. When it was finally on, he gripped her hips and maneuvered her onto her back on the bed.

She laughed in delight. “Take me, Dr. Andres. I’ve always wanted to sound like a romance novel.”

He shook his head at the way she found humor and joy in all things. Not that sex couldn’t be fun or even funny, he supposed. It just never had been for him.

He rose over her, his hand gliding down her body to her heat. His fingers slid through her soft folds finding her wet and ready.

“You’re hot and wet.” He hoped that was something that would be said in a romance novel. He hadn’t read any of the ones she gave him when he arrived. Maybe now he would.

“Mmm…yes.” Her eyes closed as she gave herself over to pleasure, surrendering it to him. He watched her fascinated by how open she was. No hesitation. No reservation. Like she was living life full throttle, wanting to experience everything fully.

Maybe that was what he needed to do. His entire life had been about living up to expectations while keeping the deeper part of himself hidden. Growing up, he learned no one really cared about his feelings or even his deepest desires. Appearances were what mattered, according to his mother.

He was here to find himself, but with Michaela, all he wanted to do was not think about his past or his future. This moment, giving into physical sensations, was what he wanted.

“Now, Patrick.” She reached for him. He leaned over, kissing her as he positioned himself at her entrance.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against her lips, rubbing his tip against her soft opening.

She moaned out her desire using dirty words. He rewarded her by thrusting in, hard to the hilt. The moment he was inside, his control snapped. He didn’t even try to rein it in. He went with instinct, letting driving need propel him.

“Yes…oh God…so good.” Her words powered him until he lost himself in her.

“Come…Michaela…I want to feel you—” His words were cut off when her body arched, gripping him like it would never let go, sending him rocketing to the stratosphere. He let out another f-bomb, as he rocked in and out of her, pleasure flooding every cell of his body and pushing everything else in his life away. There was nothing but her and him and a sense of happiness he’d never felt.

CHAPTER 13

Patrick stepped out of his cabin the next morning, almost used to the feeling of stepping out into a sauna. New York got hot and humid, but not like this. Or maybe it was because he spent very little time in it. If he left a building, he was a few steps from an air-conditioned car.

As uncomfortable as it could be, he had a skip in his step. He felt relaxed. Unconcerned about anything. Perhaps a no-strings attached affair was the answer to his problems. Or more accurately, an affair with Michaela. Patrick had casual flings with women before, but none made him forget his woes. None made him feel relaxed, nearly free. That was Michaela’s doing.

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