Page 57 of Since We're Here
“I hardly remember. I was young and stupid.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“No.” His voice is quiet. “You are.”
His words wash over me. We’re not drunk anymore, and the night’s almost over. We’ve only got a couple of hours before the sun rises.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he says. “I’m not doing this on a couch.”
“So romantic.”
He chuckles before standing and pulling me up, shoving my underwear the rest of the way off my body. He then lifts me, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his body, my bare pussy pressed against his groin. I moan and we almost end up back on the couch.
“Stop that,” he breathes out.
I still my body and let him walk us to my room.
“Just one time, Madison, right?” But his eyes are hungry for me. If I disagreed, would he still do it?
I nod. “One time.”
“To get it out of our system.”
“Yup.”
“Promise?”
“You want me to promise to sleep with you just once?”
He nods, his eyes as serious as I’ve ever seen them.
“I guess I promise.” I produce a huge eye roll. “Now take me to bed.”
He drops my legs right inside the doorway and slides me down his body like it’s a fireman’s pole.
“Wait here.” He disappears back down the hall and reappears holding a condom, swooping me back up before walking us backward into the bedroom.
Patrick gently tosses me on the soft bed. A second later he’s naked, and he sinks between my legs, nudging them apart, only giving me the quickest view of his cock.
“What do you want, love?” he murmurs, his tongue flitting out to play with one of my nipples, his hand sliding down between my thighs, stroking gently until I see stars.
What do I want? I want to play a part. I want to not be who I usually am—who is someone who likes to please, someone who is easily left behind, looked over. Someone who falls too hard and too fast.
I’m not doing that with Patrick. I’m not falling for him, I’m not dating him, and if I don’t do any of those things, then I can’t get hurt.
“I don’t want you to make this some big romantic thing.”
He stops sucking my nipple and looks up.
“I want you to lick my pussy, make me almost come, and then fuck me hard and fast until I can’t see straight.” I bite my lip. I have definitely never spoken that directly about what I want during sex.
It feels damn good.
His eyes burn and I watch his throat move as he swallows.
“We’re not dating.” I prop myself up on my elbows. “I just need someone to want me. To make me feel hot and desired. And no more questions.”
“Feck, Maddie. If that’s what you want, I’m down, but...”
