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my body. He slipped his fingers underneath the waist of my jeans, gripping the rough fabric in his hand, and tugged on the waist of my jeans with a quick flick of his wrist. The seams ripped and tore as he yanked the denim from me, dropping the damaged garment in a pile on the floor.
    I was left in the purple lace bra, matching panties, and black high heels. I wrapped my legs around his waist and intertwined my ankles behind him, pressing the sharp stiletto heels into the soft flesh of his ass.
    Patrick’s tongue began its journey at my navel and slowly made its way up my rib cage, dragging his tongue over my heaving breast. I threw my head back, forgetting all the fear and anxiety I’d felt moments ago. I arched my back into his touch, not wanting to miss a moment of his soft caress.
    His hands followed parallel paths up my torso and over my breasts, covering them with his silky, strong fingers. He played with my hardened nipples, tugging and pinching as he licked over the translucent marks on my neck that marked me as his . I groaned as the sheer pleasure of his touch rippled through me, sending heat straight to my sex. I was wet, ready, and very, very willing.
    His hands expanded over my rib cage and under my arms as his grip tightened on my body, digging his fingers into my flesh. The sensation was perilously close to pain and I reveled in it. I sat up to meet his gaze staring back at me with hunger twinkling in the dark depths of his eyes. The naked hunger in his expression made me shiver as raw need pulsed between my thighs.
    I breathed, filling my lungs with the rich scent of old books and male that was invariably Patrick. His chest heaved against mine in the same agonizing anticipation.
    I slid my hands underneath his sweater and ran my hands up his silky smooth chest. He shrugged the sweater off over his head with one hand as his other hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. I unbuttoned each of his shirt buttons from the top down, painstakingly slow, one-by-one. He watched my fingers with eager fascination as I played with each one.
    I nudged his shirt back, exposing the chiseled perfection of his chest. The light from the fire flickered across his alabaster skin, casting shadows of orange and yellow across his stomach. His muscles rippled underneath his delicious skin, tantalizing and teasing me with each motion he made as he dropped his shirt to the floor behind him. Patrick crooked his index finger underneath my chin and raised my face to meet his hungry gaze.
    I wanted to be the temptress he deserved but I was just me. Somehow, next to him in all his hard perfection, I didn’t seem like enough.
    Patrick traced my cheekbone with his index finger, feather light sending shivers through across my skin. “I see this face in my dreams,” he whispered with a devilish smile curving his full lips and crinkling the skin at the corner of his dark eyes. “I don’t remember seeing anything before you.”
    I tightened my grip around his waist with my legs, clamping my thighs around him as I clenched his hard length to me. His hands moved from my face, down my neck, shoulders, and over my arms as his touch left icy burns tingling over my skin.
    He wrapped his fingers around my wrists, a soft demand that I didn’t want to protest. I flexed my fingers and released a small groan of contentment. Patrick forced my arms behind my back then took both wrists in one very large, very strong hand. I writhed on the desk in front of him, grinding my wet panties against him as anticipation made every touch more intense. I wanted him inside of me as the hard line of his erection ground against my thigh.
    He took his free hand and quickly unbuckled his belt, laying it on the desk with careful precision, then unbuttoned his trousers. When his trousers fell to the floor around his ankles, I glanced down and sucked my bottom lip between my teeth to keep from falling to pieces. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. If only I had thought