“You’re doing so good, baby.” He let her float for a while before lifting her until they were chest to chest.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and the breath caught in her throat at the feel of his heated skin against her wet shirt. She tucked her nose against his neck and inhaled.
Eve heard him groan at the feel of her against him. She hung on to him as he maneuvered them until her back pressed against the side of the pool, grasped the back of her head, and tilted her head back enough so he could reach her lips.
The kiss quickly got heated until they tried to hold on to each other as if to absorb the other into their skin.
He showed her how to use her tongue, and she quickly got the hang of it. He jerked his head away and stared down at her.
“Jesus, baby girl. Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” he asked and gently pressed his hard cock against her stomach.
Her eyes closed as she rotated her hips against him, trying to get closer to him.
Patrick tried to laugh, but it came out a groan. “We have to stop now, or I’ll be stripping your panties off you and taking you here. I want our first time to be in my bed.”
“I want that, too.”
He cradled her in his arms and c
arried her out of the pool. He set her on her feet, grabbed one of the towels, and dried her off quickly before doing himself.
So far, the day had been about perfect, and she prayed they’d have hundreds more just like them.
“Let’s shower and get dressed.” He grabbed her hand and led her back into the house.
Chapter Eleven
Patrick steered Eve into the office after dinner was finished. “Why don’t you find a book or watch TV while I get a bit of work done?”
“I can get out of your hair. I don’t want to be a bother.”
He used the side of one finger to tilt her head back. “That will never happen, little girl. I like being able to look up and see you wherever we are.”
She trailed her fingers down his cheek and smiled. “Then, I’ll just look through the books.”
“Good,” Patrick said and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth.
He sat behind his desk and went through his correspondence. He glanced around for her and saw her studying his bookshelf as her hand tried to smooth down her hair.
“Why did your father cut your hair, baby?”
She swung around and then blushed. “He said I was playing with it and thought it was a sign of vanity, so after his sermon one day, he pulled me into his office and chopped it off. It hurt. The scissors he used were dull and not meant to cut hair. I think he was probably right. I loved my hair. It was the only thing about myself I did like, and now it’s gone.”
“Come here.”
She walked around his desk and let him pull her onto his lap.
“You could be bald and still be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She shook her head.
“I know you don’t believe me, but I hope someday soon you will. I hate the fact he did that to you, but you will never have to put up with him again as long as you live.”
She tucked her head under his chin. “I hope not. He’s a hard, angry man.”
He combed his fingers through her silky blonde hair. “We can do something to even out your hair until it can grow out.”
“Really?”