Page 56 of Come to Me

“Right.”

His lips trailed down her neck. She was heating up.

“Not sex…” She wrapped her legs around him.

“Sex in water is bad?” He kissed the top of her breasts.

“In a lake…or ocean…infection…” God, she couldn’t think straight.

“Where do you suggest?”

She might have suggested the dock, except she couldn’t figure which was riskier; splinters or her parents seeing. “Your cabin?”

“I hope I can make it.” He tugged her toward the dock.

Micki climbed out first, hurrying to his cabin. Patrick was right behind. The moment the door closed behind her, she was pressed against it by a solid wall of man whose hands seemed to be everywhere at once.

His fingers expertly unclasped her bra, his lips were immediately on her nipple sucking.

“Patrick!” She gripped his head, as the most sensual sensations flooded to her center. “Now, now, now…” Micki tugged down his swim trunks. “God, I’m burning up.”

He tried to pull her panties down, but they were plastered against her skin. Instead, he pulled her leg up over his hip, and tugged the panel of her panties to the side. Then he was there, the head of him slipping just inside.

A long moan escaped her lips as the feel of him slowly filling her elicited the most delicious sensations.

He let out an explicative through his own groan. “Michaela.” His hand tilted her head up and he captured her lips again. His tongue swept into her mouth, assailing her as he moved inside her. She held on to him as she lost herself in him.

In the recesses of her mind, a warning bell clanged as she realized that this was more than a physical connection she felt for him. She didn’t know Patrick well. He’d only days ago hurt her. But there was something about this man that touched her deeply. His vulnerability. His kindness. His generosity. Even his imperfections. As she neared the crest, pressure building, she knew when she finally went over, her heart would follow.

CHAPTER 17

Patrick understood that this moment shouldn’t be happening. Not after the way he’d treated Michaela. Sure, he was working off his infraction, but cleaning wasn’t enough to make up for the insulting things he’d said to her.

But Michaela wasn’t the type to hold a grudge and because of that, he had her penned against the door, drowning himself in her body. She was wrapped around him in every way. Her fingers gripped him. Her legs held him. He realized that moments like this with her he felt tethered to the world in a way he hadn’t in so long. Maybe ever.

He moved in her, with her, the pressure building too fast. He wanted to stay like this with her for as long as he could. But nature and need had they’re own ideas. Each driving stroke nudged him closer to the edge.

She cried out, her body going taut and tight around him and that was more than he could bear. He had no choice but to let go, to fly with her. Together they rode through the storm until he collapsed against her, sure that the only thing holding him up was the door.

When he could feel his limbs again, he lifted his head, his hand cupping her cheek as he lifted her face to kiss her again. A mixture of emotions swirled in his chest. This moment, this woman, were perfect. Here, he felt alive even if off-center. But he was keenly aware that as much as he wanted to pursue this, he couldn’t. Soon he’d leave and he’d be hollow again.

But he wouldn’t think of that now. “Thank you for forgiving me.”

She gave him a sated smile. “No problem.”

When he was sure his legs would work, he pushed away from the door, pulling Michaela with him. He guided her to the bed, stretching out alongside her.

“What made you start taking late night swims?” she asked, her fingers pushing his hair from his brow.

He tilted his head, kissing the inside of her wrist. “I was hot and sweaty. And…I don’t know. I suppose I felt like I was going through this vacation with the parking brake on. I decided to release it and take advantage of what I have here.”

“You took advantage all right.” She looked up at him and waggled her brows.

“I hope it’s not a problem.”

“Not at all.” She nestled against him, her hand on his heart.

Another surge of emotion moved through him as he realized it was beating for her. He was falling for her. Hell, he was already there. It was his luck that he’d finally meet a woman who lit him up from the inside out and he couldn’t have her. At least not for the long run.

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