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So Much for Sleeping

By AnitaB

Chapter three: Carnie Smile

He was naked. Jane was naked. Patrick Jane was naked in her bed, peeling the very last of her clothes clear of her toes. /Finally, god, yes.\\ And the icing on the cake was her name on his lips as he crawled back into her arms. Her body shifted under and against his naturally as he reached for a kiss she was delighted to give him. "Patrick," They fit together perfectly, like this was exactly how they were meant to be. His hips notched between her thighs. His arms curled tight around her waist with his hands rubbing up her back. Teresa helplessly wrapped her legs around his hips and buried her nails in the smooth heat of his back. /So close, want you closer, now.\\ Nothing was in the way now. She could feel him, hard and burningly hot against the inside of her thigh. That was what she wanted. Teresa wanted to finally, finally feel him inside her where he belonged. "Patrick… please, now."

"Hmm, not yet." He smiled against her lips, shifting his weight to one arm. His free hand cupped her jaw to angle her up for an even deeper kiss. "I want to touch you, my sweet Teresa, make sure you're ready for me." Those fingers stroked down her throat, slow enough that she wanted to scream at him to hurry. "I want to feel you, feel how much you want me. Teresa, you are so beautiful."

She dug her nails into his arms and helplessly arched into those fingers at her breast. "Patrick, I'm gonna have to shoot you if you don't hurry up… right now." That smile made her trigger finger twitch, it always had. That was Jane's "Being a Carnie is fun" smile. It usually happened right before she had to apologize to someone important for his behavior. Right now though it made all her nerves heat and tighten. Patrick was always fun when he looked like that. That agile hand paused at her waist. "Patrick, please."

"That's how much you want me, isn't it, Teresa?" Those fingers traced over the edge of her hip to press his entire hand flat and low on her stomach. His smile got wider when her hips moved helplessly up into his hand. A low, very male chuckle was both really hot and annoying as hell. Once his hand got to where it was oh so slowly heading, Patrick was going to win this little battle of wills they were having. And besides, she wanted to know what he would feel like in her hand. Teresa wanted to touch him. /Go on, Patrick, think you're all that.\\ She bit her lip and moved one hand to his wrist, arching into that warm palm. Just as he leaned down to wrap his lips around her nipple, Teresa wrapped her fingers around his erection with a low helpless sound. "Sweet Teresa!"

"That's how much you want me, isn't it, Patrick?" His hair tickled her throat as he buried a breathless sound against her ribs, every inch of his body arching into her hands. /Oh, yes, Patrick.\\ He felt… so damn good in her hands. His hands felt so damn good on the skin of her back and hips, pulling her tighter against every warm, hard inch of his body. It would only take a little shifting of both their hips to put him exactly where she wanted him, buried as deep as humanly possible inside her. Teresa was trying for the right angle when Patrick caught his breath and both her wrists.

"Teresa, please." He pinned both her hands with one of his and smiled down at her. "I have to touch you, sweetheart. I need to feel you before you break me wide open." Patrick put one big hand flat on her stomach, waiting long enough for all her nerves to tighten and arch. "And I'm not the only impatient one, am I? Maybe I can make you come for me with just these fingers."

If he kept talking, he might manage the job with less than that, but there was no chance in hell that she was letting him know that little tidbit of info. The second he knew just how much power his voice had over her, she'd never hear the end of it. Literally. "Or maybe I'll get tired of the foreplay and handcuff you to the bed." Teresa couldn't help arching against that palm, or the growl in her voice. "Either touch me already or I'm taking over… right… the hell… now."

"That's my girl." The chuckle in his voice made her struggle just a little against his grip. But then he finally moved and she was not about to distract him, at all, from anything he wanted to do. Patrick cupped his hand between her thighs and sent those agile conman fingertips seeking her most sensitive nerves. It was like he knew exactly where they all were before he'd even gotten her pants off. "I love how much you want me, Teresa. I love you."

She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't move. All Teresa could manage to do was keep her eyes open. Because there was nothing in the whole world she wanted to see more than that look on his face. His eyes held love, heat, and so much happiness that she wanted to cry at the sight. In their years together, Teresa had seen every single emotion on his face, but not that one. She'd never seen him happy before, needed to see it when she was finally holding him as close as she'd always wanted to. Her hips arched and rocked into his hand, her wrists twisted against his fingers, and her lungs struggled to get enough air. "Patrick, I love you. I need you. I need to hold you. Damnit, come down here and let me hold you."

Suddenly her wrists were free and both his hands were sliding hot and tight against the outsides of her thighs. He helped her legs curl around his hips even as he stole her breath with another deep, hard kiss. His lips didn't pull back from hers until the very tip of his erection was in position. Teresa forced her eyes open at the slide of his fingers along her jaw. "Teresa, please look at me." Weakly nodding, she locked her arms around his neck and her eyes to his. It was time. It was so far past time for this to happen. There was that look of happiness on his face, and it only got stronger with the slow inch by inch press of his body into hers. It took all her self control to keep her eyes open at just how perfect he felt inside her. At the end of that first slow connection, Patrick leaned down to claim her lips, but only after he had stolen her breath with the wealth of feeling in his voice. "My precious Teresa."

She was lost in the kiss, holding him closer with every delighted inch of her body. Teresa clenched her hands in his hair, trying to put all the emotion flooding her system into the touch of her lips and the stroke of her tongue. Patrick needed to know just how much this moment meant to her, just how precious he was. He needed to know just how much she really loved him, and she needed to show him right now. "Hmm, Patrick." Teresa cupped his face in her hands and watched the look on his face for a breathless moment. She'd do anything to see him this happy every single day for the rest of her life. "You're mine, Patrick. I love you and I'm never letting you go again."

Somehow his smile got even brighter. "Good, because I'm never letting you leave me." Strong arms tightened around her in the instant before his hips made the first thrust. And then there was no chance in hell that she was going to manage any more words. Not when he felt so damn good. Teresa dug her nails into his back and helplessly met the next hard plunge of his body into hers.

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