Page 63 of Worth the Wait

I turned away from the window and looked around. There was a small stone fireplace, a massive bed, and a reading nook built into one wall. This room alone was a fairy tale, with a million more details than I’d ever contributed when we used to talk about our ideal home.

“Do you like it?” Patrick asked, his blue eyes watching me with intent and a little trepidation.

“Like it? It’s a dream.”

“And you haven’t even seen the bathroom or the closets yet.” He smirked, but honestly, I didn’t care about either of those things in this moment.

“I’m sure they’re as magical as the rest of this place, but right now, I don’t care.”

His mouth curved upward as a devilish grin appeared. “You don’t, do you?” he asked, still grinning.

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“What do you care about then?” He took a step toward me, and I stood perfectly still, except for the single glance behind me.

“How comfortable that bed is,” I said. “Is it?”

“My side’s very comfortable. And Jasper never complains about his.” He laughed, and I couldn’t help but picture it in my head.

“Hmmm,” I bit out teasingly. “I don’t get a side then?”

“You can have the whole damn thing, love.”

I knew he meant it. I also knew that, logically, I should probably put a stop to this before we took it too far, but emotionally, I didn’t want to. All of my feelings had been shoved in a box for the last few years. They were spilling out now. I couldn’t be here, in this house that he’d built, and not give myself to him.

“Take me to bed, Patrick.”

“Been dreaming about this for years, love,” he admitted, and I stopped myself from saying the same thing back, even though it was the truth.

He reached for my hand once more and pulled me toward the edge of the mattress. Jasper was already lying on it, and Patrick shooed him off. He begrudgingly obliged, whining as he made his way to a dog bed sitting near the fireplace.

I let Patrick take the lead, and I followed willingly. He reached for my sweater and pulled it over my head, dropping it to the floor without taking his eyes off of my body. His look was like fire, burning as he took me in.

“You’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you.” He leaned forward and pressed kisses against my stomach before moving up to my shoulder and neck. “How is that possible?”

“I feel the same way,” I said, my breath catching in my throat. “About you, I mean. You’re so damn handsome.”

“Even with the hair?” he questioned, and I reached for the long strands and twisted them around my fingers.

“Even with the hair. Why’d you stop cutting it anyway?” My hand snaked around the back of his neck, and I started to rub it gently, pressing on the pressure points, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Don’t really give a shit about my hair, Addi.”

“What do you give a shit about?” I pushed, repeating his words back to him.

“Right now? The fact that you’re here and in my bed.”

“Then, do something about it,” I teased, and he grinned.

“Plan to.”

Patrick proceeded to take off all my clothes, his breath catching every time he caught sight of me. He had always made me feel beautiful, but this was something else completely. I felt desired in a whole new way. Maybe it was because we were older or because we’d been apart for so long. Whatever it was, it was empowering. All of my insecurities floated away into thin air when he admired me the way that he did.

And when he removed his clothing without my help, I thought I might die, seeing all the new muscles that had appeared on his body. He’d always been fit, but there was definition and lines in places there hadn’t been three years ago.

He maneuvered my naked body exactly where he wanted it, and I lay there on my back, watching him hover over me, his shoulders flexing and his triceps bulging. My fingertips raked down his chest, and when they found the little trail of hair, I followed it down, down, down and knew exactly why they called it ahappy trail. At the end of it was a very happy penis. A very hard, very large penis. I wrapped my hand around it, gently tugging and pulling it.

He hissed as I continued to touch him. “Addi, if you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to lose it right here on your stomach.”

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