“Patrick?”
He stared up at her. Her gaze was dazed, and he saw the confusion in her eyes. She didn’t know what to make of their time.
“This is us, Jennifer. No backing out,” he said.
She nodded her head. Her hands wrapped around his neck. He pulled out of her tight heat and then plunged inside her to the hilt. Her breathy moans undid him. She was perfect, and he never wanted to let her go.
Patrick pulled out of her cunt and watched his cock glisten in the sunlight shining through the hall. Slowly, he eased inside her again, drawing out the pleasure.
Returning his gaze to her face he watched her glorious tits bounce with each slam of his hips against hers.
“You’re mine, Jennifer. My woman, the mother of my child, and I’m never letting you go.” He didn’t understand why he felt this way. They barely knew each other, and yet he felt a deep connection to her. He felt possessed by her. There was no other woman out there that he wanted. Pushing those thoughts and doubts to the back of his mind he fucked Jennifer against the wall. He relished every ripple and moan coming from her exquisite body. Her curves felt perfect in his hands. Patrick slammed inside her. His thrusts increased as the start of his orgasm began.
He plunged inside her and then moaned when he felt his release spill out of the tip of his cock.
When he came down from his release he felt ashamed. Jennifer hadn’t reached her orgasm. Staying inside her, Patrick pressed his finger to her clit and stroked. Within moments she shuddered around his cock. Pressing his head to her neck, he sucked on the love bite he’d already given her.
“I didn’t come here for sex,” she said.
“This is the one area we agree on everything.” He kissed the tips of her breasts loving the sight of the blush covering her body.
“We need to talk.”
“All I want to hear you say is ‘yes, Patrick, I’ll marry you,” he said.
“You didn’t even propose to me. My parents suggested marriage. Actually they demanded marriage between us. I’m not marrying you because of that.”
“I asked you to marry me, Jennifer. You simply refused.” He pressed his head against her breasts allowing his mind to come back to him. His cock, now soft, was still inside her tight heat. Patrick should have known she’d be difficult. She was the only woman to not accommodate him.
“Why are you being so difficult?” he asked.
“Why aren’t you freaking out? You’re going to be a father with a woman you don’t even know.”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Seriously, you don’t care?”
“If you want me to demand a paternity test then fine, I’ll demand a damn test. I’m sorry for believing you’re not the type of woman to go sleeping around. Maybe I should treat you like a slut and put your name through the dirt. Is that what you want?” he asked. His anger got the better of him, and he lashed out.
She slumped in his arms. “I’m sorry. I’m freaking out, and I can’t handle the fact you’re being so accepting and happy about it. I’m scared, Patrick. I know nothing about you.”
“We talked, Jennifer. I’ve never been like that with another woman.”
“What are we going to do?” she asked.
He saw the tears glistening in her eyes, and underneath the tears he recognised the fear.
“First, I’m taking you up to my bathroom and letting you have a shower. You’ll wear one of my shirts to keep you warm. Then, you’ll come down stairs, and I’ll make us some lunch. Then we’ll talk. We’ll talk about us and the baby. Everything on your mind, we’ll talk about it. Okay.” He cupped her face and kissed her lips. Patrick knew he’d do anything to see a smile on her lips.
“Okay.”
“Good. I’m not going to fuck this up, Jennifer. I won’t.” He kissed her again before easing out of her cunt. The moment he was free he wanted to be inside her once again.
Chapter Five
The water felt good over her heated skin. Her pussy was tender from his passion. Jennifer didn’t mind the slight ache. His passion had been a welcoming relief to revulsion. She hadn’t known how much he’d drunk that night in the garden. Patrick might have thought he’d slept with a woman far prettier and slenderer than she was.
She grabbed a bottle of shampoo, poured some into her palm, and rubbed it into her hair. Washing away the worries made her feel a million times better. She’d be able to talk to him. Her attraction for him hadn’t diminished in pregnancy. Closing her eyes she pressed a hand to her stomach. There was no way for her to voice her feelings. She was happy, scared, and totally joyous at the thought of being a mother.
Once the shower was done, she turned off the dial, grabbed a towel, and climbed out. When she was dry Jennifer moved through to the main bedroom.
His sheets were still ruffled from a night’s sleep. She touched the sheets imagining him lying on the soft cotton. Did he sleep naked?
“Stupid. This is never going to work,” she said.
The shirt he’d promised was thrown on a chair. She put the shirt on before combing her hair. Glancing around the room, she made her way down the stairs. Jennifer found him in the kitchen slicing up tomatoes. She leaned against the doorframe taking in every part of him.
His arms flexed with each slice. She loved his arms wrapped around her. Jennifer loved a lot of things about him. He looked up as if he’d sensed her gaze.
Patrick stared down the length of her body. She felt conscious of her thick thighs, and she tugged the shirt down.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
Did he wish she was someone else?
She couldn’t read anything from his expression.
“Nothing. Take a seat. I’ll be finished with our lunch soon.” He pointed at the end of the counter. Without argument, she sat down and waited for him to finish.
He placed a plate filled with chicken salad and bread in front of her. “I’m not an expert cook, but I can put a salad together in no time.”
Patrick joined her with his own plate of food. She noted his plate was filled with more food than hers.
“Thank you,” she said.
“How was your shower?”
“Wonderful. It felt really nice.” She took a bite of chicken. “Thank you,” she said, adding the last for something to say.
“Stop saying thank you. It’s unnecessary.”
She felt his gaze on her, which only made her nervous.
“Will you stop staring?” she asked.