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Once we both decided it was time for bed, I hurried back to my room. My stomach was stirring in my body and my heart was pounding like crazy. God, why was I so nervous? I wasn't nervous last time.

Just sleep, I reminded myself, just sleep.

Opening up my wardrobe, I pulled open my pj draw. I froze when I realized my dilemma. What happened to all my conservative pyjamas, like my guy t-shirts? Zoey. She said she added things to my wardrobe. Oh God, she was so dead.

I picked up a black nighty that was completely see through and almost died at the sight. Throwing it back, I found another three before I rested on a lime silk one. It stopped a quarter down my thigh with a slit on one side causing me to wear its matching lime, lace thong. Along the top of it was also lace, shaping out my breasts that were already pressing against the material. Oh yeah, Zoey was so dead.

Knowing I couldn't go out like this, I took my robe and tied it as tight as I could. I checked my hair, found it looked okay out and curly before making my way into the hall. I searched for the double doors and found them where I did two nights ago.

Not losing my nerve, I knocked.

"Come in," Patrick's rich voice echoed through.

Finding the courage, I opened the door and walked through. My eyes were glued to Patrick as he stood, in only black sweat pants, side on to me. I was surprised to find a small smile on his face, knowing that it wasn't a common look on him. I liked it.

"I didn't think you would come," he admitted, turning his body to face me.

My eyes automatically wondered down his torso, my body aching for his abs.

Focus Lizzy, I growled at myself.

I shrugged, covering my lust for him, "I said that I would and I'm a man of my word."

"Anything but a man," he said, causing the air to jump into my throat.

I couldn't help but blush under his deep stare, trying to keep eye-connect. We fell into silence that made the air thick. I didn't know if it was because of his deep stare or his abs, but the room was getting hot.

"Bed?" Patrick asked, gesturing towards the bed.

I nodded, glad for the opportunity to do something. Turning my body and avoiding looking at Patrick, I untied my robe. His movement stopped as I through my robe down on the end of the bed.

"What?" I asked, noticing his wondering eyes.

I had never felt so exposed under someone's eyes before. It caused my cheeks to burn and hide under my head of hair. There was a creek from the floorboards under the carpet. The familiar touch of his fingers on my cheek, caused me to flinch and my eyes to meet his. When did he get so close?

My stomach fluttered at his dark eyes that were glued to my lips.

"Are you embarrassed?" he asked, his voice thick.

I swallowed, "A little."

"Are you nervous?"

I bit my lip and nodded.

"Don't be," he told me, as if I had a choice, "You are...beautiful."

He had me. His finger moved down to my chin causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. My eyes focused on his collarbone, knowing I couldn't take his stare. I couldn't concentrate, feeling his hand on my hip, the heat from him burning through the thin material.

My mind started to panic, feeling like I was now his prey.

"I never do this," I breathed, feeling Patrick's head nod against my own, "Zoey brought me the nighty."

He hummed an okay, his hot breath touching the side of my neck. It caused a pain between my legs which made it hard to concentrate. The nighty suddenly felt tight around my breasts, knowing that my breathing had become heavy against Patrick's rock hard chest. Oh God, his smell was intoxicating. I couldn't help but bury my head in his chest, soaking up his scent.

His cough was like a cold shower breaking me out of the trance. We broke apart, avoiding eye-connect. Patrick headed back to the door as I moved over to my side of the bed. Like the other night, I lied with my back to him and just waited for him to climb into bed next to me.

I couldn't sleep. I was too comfortable. I continued to twist and turn, trying to get my brain to sleep. Unlike the other night, I was very aware of Patrick next to me and because of that, my brain refused to.

"Stop moving," Patrick groaned after half n hour.

"I can't," I huffed, "I can't sleep."

"Just roll over, close your eyes and stay still," he told me, sounding half sleep.

"I've already tried that," I wined like a child.

He heard him sigh before I felt the mattress move. In the small light, I could see his eyes, telling me that I now had his attention.

"Well, there is something that I can do," he told me, now sounding awake.

I frowned, "What?"

He was silent, causing my frown to deepen. I gasped when I felt something touch my thigh.

"Nope," I huffed, turning around so that my back faced him and pretended that I was attempting to sleep.

I heard him chuckle and squeezed my eyes shut when I heard him move close.

"Not sex," he whispered against my neck, causing that pain between my legs to return.

Shocks ran up my legs as his hand ran over my thigh, squeezing them. I bit my lip, keeping the moans in my mouth. His fingers massaged my pantie line causing my mind to go crazy.

"I can take that pain away," he growled, nibbling at my nighty strap.

My thighs squeezed shut, the pain spreading. God, I wanted him to touch me. My nipples were aching, my heart was racing, my panties becoming soaked as I felt his hand under the thin fabric.

"Patrick!" I protested, spinning around, hitting my shoulder against his chest in the process.

His head lifted from where it was near my shoulder, his piecing eyes staring down at me in confusion.

"What?" He asked, sounding a little frustrated, "are you a virgin?"

I was taken back by his question and stumbled for an answer.

"No," I choked, trying to be convincing as I could.

I wasn't a virgin, but for some reason, I felt as if I needed proof.

"Then what's your problem?" He asked, verging on rude that I growing use too.

"Because -," I choked again, "I don't want to have sex with you."

"Not sex," he repeated, his fingers beginning to dance up my arm again, spreading their electric shocks, "why can't I give my wife pleasure?"

I swallowed, shivering as his hot breath touch my suddenly cold cheek. He leaned in close again, nuzzling my ear with his nose, causing my breath to hitch.

"And then maybe, I'll be able to get some sleep," he purred, causing my eyes to roll and my trance to fade away.

"Patrick -."

"Shh," he hushed my growling, shifting even closer to me and allowing me to consume the warmth that radiated from his chest, "let me show you."

My heart began to pound as his finger slipped underneath my nighty strap, graze my skin. It was like they had sent an electric shock straight to my nipples that were strained against the silky material and between my legs. My body began to heat, causing me to suffer for fighting such a request.

"How?" I moaned, not being able to stop myself.

"Roll onto your back," he ordered, springing into action.

I did as I was told, finding him already on top of me and between my legs. A small moan escaped my lips as he planted kisses on my neck, pressing his already hard pelvis against mine. I could feel his shape through the material of his sweat pants and the lace of my thong. My body became his as his lips moved to the plump of my breasts, finding my hard nipple through the material. I gasped again, arching my back when his teeth clamped down on the bud and his hand began to squeeze.

I couldn't focus on his other hand, pulling down my thong till it was too late. But my body was in too much pain to care. My breathing had become heavy and even the tight grip that my teeth had on my lips couldn't hold back the moans. Finally, Patrick released my aching nipple before position himself lower down my body. He removed the doona from our bodies before hooking his arms under my thighs and yanking so that I lied flat and off the cushions. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him, knowing what he could see.

My breath hitched as I felt his hands sliding slowly and slowly up my thighs to my behind and hips, taking my nighty with him. It rested on my stomach revealing my lower body to him.

"God," I heard him breath, moaning at the touch of two of his finger circling my folds and soaking up my arousal, "So beautiful."

I groaned, opening up my legs wider for him. I refused to think straight and went by instinct.

A gasp escaped my lips, causing me to take a fist full of the sheet when I felt his hot tongue take a long lick through my folds. His mouth sucked me making me arch my back even more to give him more excess.

"God, Patrick," I moaned without control, squeezing my own breasts to add to the pleasure.

"Tell me," he growled against me, his hands pinning my legs against my stomach, "Tell me...how much, you...love it."

"Yes!" I groaned, my toes curling as I took a fist full of his hair.

I felt something at my entrance before it took a dip inside my core. It caused me to cry out, feeling it move inside of me.

"God, your so delicious," I heard Patrick moan.

My mind was lost as I flowed into a climax. Patrick's pace got faster, his sucking harder, his hot breath hitting my clit. I clinched, causing Patrick's groans to erupt in the room, his fingers spreading my folds to open so that his mouth could reach the deeper part of me.

I cried out, coming undone. My legs were useless limps being control by Patrick's arms.

It was five minutes after my orgasm till I regained my breath and realized that Patrick hadn't moved from his position between my legs. God, he was licking my orgasm. The very thought caused me to moan.

"Patrick," I groaned, my voice a breath of air, "Patrick, you're going to make me have another one."

"That's – the – point," he growled, siting up, kissing my thighs in the process.

All I could do was moan, falling prey to his kisses.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful," his mumbled against my knee, his hands caressing my white juicy thighs.

All I could do was manage a moan, closing my eyes and finally relaxing. I fell asleep to Patrick's gentle touching, feeling nothing but comfortable.