“Forget wooly mammoth,” I whispered. “You’re something far sexier.”
“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah.”
He kissed me again, and I surrendered to the expertise of his lips and tongue.
There wasn’t even a thought in my head. Just the experience of his touch on me, his breath shared with mine, his arms wrapped around me, and his chest pressed against my breasts as the water lapped against our skin.
I gasped as he skimmed his hand up my thigh and onto my waist, and he grinned against my lips.
“You like that?”
Suddenly shy, I only nodded.
He reached down and wrapped my legs around his waist, before he reached for the side and took hold of it, pulling us closer so he could stand up.
He nudged his cock against me, the saturated fabric of his underwear in the way, as he teased.
I parted my lips on a soft gasp, and electricity sizzled through as he bumped against me again. I dug my fingertips into his shoulders, making white dimples of the skin there, as I fought the urge to grind against him, to take control and chase my pleasure right here, right now.
He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me again, his passion under control now as his tongue flicked against the corner of my mouth before he pressed wet kisses along my jaw toward my ear.
I giggled softly, pleasure coursing through me at even these touches, and I tightened my legs, imprisoning him.
He rumbled another growl, the sound in his chest exciting me further.
“Josephine,” he murmured, and I pressed closer to him, my breasts to his chest. “Let me take you to bed.” He altered his stance, sweeping my legs to the side and scooping me against his body as he strode through the water to the small ladder in one corner.
As I clung to his neck, he climbed up the ladder without difficulty, then cradled me against him as he walked across the balcony and slid open the doors to his bedroom.
The air in the room was suffused with the scent of him. I drew in breath after breath, basking in his masculinity as it swirled around me.
His footsteps were silent in here, too, and he continued to run his hands over me as he walked, his touch featherweight in a way that brought goosebumps to my skin and sent tingles racing through me.
As he began to lower me to his bed, I froze. “We’re going to get your bed wet,” I whispered. My skin wasn’t yet dry from our swim in his pool, and he surely couldn’t be, either.
He chuckled, the sound low and infinitely sexy. Full of promise. “Oh, I’m not bothered about the bed as long asyou’rewet.”
Unexpected pleasure stole my breath at the idea he wanted to make me wet, and I pressed my thighs together, almost hiding my response from him — because I already was.
After he laid me on the bed, he stretched out alongside me. I looked at him, our faces close in the gloom.
“Hello,” he whispered, but he didn’t give me a moment to reply before he pressed his lips to mine once more, and I surrendered to another one of his kisses that stole my breath and my thoughts.
I arched upward, lifting my hips off the bed, and his palm found my breasts again, smoothing across them as his tongue toyed idly with mine.
But I was greedy and lifted my hips again, trying to show him where I wanted his touch most as I let my legs part. Cool air teased my clit and I basked in the fresh sensation.
“Greedy,” Patrick whispered, and he trailed kisses down my neck, then along my collarbone. He paused and nipped softly at the skin before he sucked my right nipple into his mouth.
I hummed with sudden pleasure and pushed my fingers into his hair, holding him close as his tongue flicked against the soft nub of flesh. Then I sighed as his palm grazed across my thigh.
Close, so close to where I wanted him. Instead, he teased me, resting his hand over my pubic bone.
Still.
Too still.