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pounding of my
heartbeat was drowning out that voice. Gripped with a mixture of
wanton desire for Patrick and sheer dread of being alone with my
thoughts for a sleepless night, I lingered longer at the door. His
steel-blue eyes were burning holes through me. I was helpless at
his command. With one arm he pulled me closer and the other hand
lifted my chin with his fingers. My head tilted back in a
subservient manner, my lips parted slightly and he gently placed
his lips on my mouth.
    Slowly guiding his tongue
into my mouth he cupped my face with both hands now, passionately
and seductively drinking in my kisses, thirsting for more. I gave
in completely and threw my arms around his neck, pressing my
breasts against his chest and running one hand up the back of his
neck into his hair. His last kiss sucked on my lower lip as he
pulled back breathlessly.
    “ Chloe, you drive me wild.
You’re so beautiful. I want you. Damn baby....” he trailed off as
if he wanted to say more. He took one step back and held me at
arm’s length and scrutinized my entire body then sucked in a breath
between his teeth.
    “ I had better go before I
forget that I’m a gentleman...” he whimpered.
    As he backed up, I refused
to let go and kept the connection with one hand. I desperately
wanted him to stay. He gave a little squeeze of my hand that sent
my adrenalin pumping. Human psychology is an interesting subject
and it is amazing how subtle communication can be. Subconsciously I
took his little squeeze as a signal. Green
light means go.
    “ Wait. Patrick. Um - don’t
go.” The words spilled out before I could stop them. “Come inside.
I don't want to be alone tonight.” I pulled him in a little with
the one hand, placing the other hand on his forearm and our eyes
locked searching deep into each other’s soul. I didn’t want to seem
desperate but I just couldn’t let him go. I wanted him and I wanted
to please him. In an instant he responded.
    He grabbed me by the waist,
lifted me off my feet and whirled me around in a circle. We both
laughed and noisily entered the building clambering up the stairs,
intermittently kissing and murmuring little “m-m-m” noises, as we
made our way to my door. We were so hot for each other that the
cool night air seemed to sizzle like butter thrown into a hot
frying pan, as it crept up the stairwell with us.
    My door seemed an eternity
away, when I finally fell with my back up against it to search for
my keys. He couldn’t contain himself and pressed up against me with
heated kisses, his hand groping for the hem of my skirt. I finally
released the lock and we both rolled in the apartment panting with
desire for each other. I flung my keys and purse to the side, not
minding that I had missed the kitchen table completely. Patrick
spun me around and walked me backwards into the living room area,
peeling my coat down off my body in one magnificent swoop, kissing
me all the while, unable to take his lips off me.
    I fell back onto the couch
breathless and panting, as he hovered over me in the soft glow of
the small desk lamp I always leave on for safety. He looked
magnificent standing there his eyes blazing with desire. He took a
moment to let the tension between us simmer and he let his eyes
languish a gaze over my body. He slowly took off his suit jacket
and laid it over the back of a nearby chair and seductively pulled
off his tie, our eyes still locked in a wanting stare. One at a
time he popped each button of his shirt in the most sublime manner
I’ve ever seen, revealing a fine taught chest, his tan skin shining
in the low glow of the lamp. The view of his bare skin heightened
the tension between us even more. His sensual strip tease sent
surges of sexual energy racing through my body. I was practically
drooling.
    Each layer of clothing that
was removed added fire to my anticipation of feeling his bare skin
next to mine. I ached for his touch. My heart raced and he aroused
me to wetness. I sat up on