1

"What took you so long, Lisbon?" Jane says from his languid pose on the couch.

Something about seeing him horizontal always does funny things to my stomach.

Now that I'm poised on top of him, I can't quite recall what could have possibly delayed me all these years.

He clasps his hands behind his head and lets me undress him. I undo the buttons of the vest and then the shirt. They fall open framing his body.

I lean forward, inhale him and nibble his chest. He tastes as good as he smells.

His lips curve into the smug smile sported by every Archaic Greek statue from Art History 101.

His skin seems lit from within. Like gold. He's a smooth sleek seal of a husband. Not fuzzy at all. Nothing to mar the gilded contours.

I've always thought this but now it's confirmed. Patrick Jane makes the rest of us seem like we're made with industrial grade materials.

I'm suddenly glad that Bunny buffed me to a fine patina. Combed and groomed and waxed and exfoliated me within an inch of my life. Three hours of preparation to be able to hold my head up next to naked Jane whom I'm positive rolls out of bed looking like something Lord Elgin shoplifted from Athens.

I'm transfixed.

By the feel of his skin. By the sight of his dainty nipples, his perfect navel and the faint golden line of hair my eyes follow to his belt buckle.

This is putting me into a trance better than the time he refused to hypnotize me and counted backwards from 100.

2

I'm the one on my back now. And I thought I was driving the bus.

He's exceedingly strong and his hands are so talented.

I don't think I could gain back the advantage even with my vaunted cop skills. Could use my innate lady skills. But I wouldn't want to kick him there. Wouldn't be prudent at this juncture.

He's got me down to my boy shorts before I can unbuckle his belt.

I've waited all my life for the rapt, glazed, slightly stupid expression his face takes on as he looks me over.

He's all boy after all, is my Patrick.

Then the sea green eyes focus. I see love and passion and a scrap of leftover anger. Still smarting from the discovery that I said "yes" to Pike.

"It's me and you, Patrick. From now on."

"That's all I ask, darling."

Then he makes me his and I make him mine.

Though I suspect, wild thing that he is, I am more his than he will ever be mine.

Don't know how that will be demonstrated tomorrow but I know that it will.

Tonight, I'm happy. Patrick Jane is asleep in my arms.