Chapter Seventeen:
Patrick felt her beneath him and was afraid it was a dream. He wanted her so badly, but she had been through so much and the last thing he wanted was to scare her or push her to do something she wasn't ready for. He felt her hands on his back and looked into her eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked him, his lips swollen from kissing her. She tucked his hair behind his ear.
He looked at her, so beautiful, so amazing, and it was like she only had eyes for him. He moved off of her and sat down on the bed. She sat up and looked at him. "Hey, talk to me, what's wrong?"
He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. "I am afraid if I keep going, I won't ever want to stop."
She smiled. "Is that bad? I'm not complaining, Patrick."
He smiled at her. "You have no idea what you do to me. If we do this, Robin, it is more than just sex. I don't want to regret anything and I don't want you to regret being with me."
She listened to him and her heart swelled. "Where did you come from?" she took his hand in hers. "In case you didn't notice, I don't date much, well, at all. I don't talk to many people because I feel more comfortable on my own. I don't do casual and no matter what happens tonight, I am not walking away from you."
He put her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. "What happens next?"
She stood up and walked in front of him. She pulled the clip out of her hair and let her long locks fall over her shoulders. She walked over to him and took his face in her hands, pulling him to her and kissing him, using her tongue to taste his skin. She stepped back and he stood up, gazing down into her eyes. He pulled his shirt off and she put her hands on his chest, feeling his warm skin under her fingers. She leaned in and kissed his torso and he closed his eyes at the feel of her lips on his upper body. He leaned his head back as she moved her hands to the waistband of his pants. She felt his hands in her hair as she unbuttoned his jeans and he tilted her face back to his as she unzipped the fabric. He looked at her with hooded eyes and she ran her hands under the fabric of his jeans, pulling them down, leaving his briefs on. He stepped out of his pants and she smiled at him.
"You are wearing entirely too many clothes," he grinned at her before pulling her shirt up and off her head, her hair billowing back down. He licked his lips as he took in her semi-clothed form. She was so beautiful and his breath caught in his throat. He reached to her and ran his hand over her neck, moving his finger down the peak between her breasts. He traced the line of cleavage and leaned in and kissed the same line down her neck and used his hands to move around her waist. She stepped back and blushed, crossing her arms around herself.
"Why do you do that? You always cover yourself," he said softly.
She shrugged. "I guess I have always been self conscious about my stomach, I know it's juvenile, but I just am."
He took her hands in his and moved them away from her skin. He stood and looked at her, memorizing her every feature. "Robin, you are the most amazingly beautiful woman I have ever seen and your body is magnificent. You are perfect in every way," he smiled and ran his hand over her stomach. He couldn't see a single reason why should would feel self-conscious. She was exquisite.
Robin felt tears prick her eyes as she listened to him. She gently removed her bra and let him see her completely. He leaned in and gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down like she was a crystal vase. He moved to her and kissed her neck before moving down to take one of her breasts in his mouth, kissing and massaging the flesh before paying similar attention to the other. He licked and kissed a train down her torso and felt her skin quiver beneath his touch. He gently ran his hand under the band of her pants and she lifted her hips slightly so he could remove the material. He ran his hands up her thighs and she felt her heat pool between her legs. She looked at him, seeing his briefs tent with is arousal. She looked at him and he made his way back to her face before devouring her mouth with his. She could feel his erection straining against his briefs and she reached her hands down and pulled them off, allowing him to spring free. She looked at him and felt her desire overcome her sense of courtesy. "Patrick, you're killing me. I want you to make love to me, please," she said softly.
He looked at her and his heart was hers. He moved his hands and pulled off her panties, revealing her perfectly amazing body in all its glory. He leaned down and she ran her hands through his hair. He looked at her and grabbed a condom from his nightstand. He covered himself and she moved on the bed, spreading her legs for him to fit in between. He rested his arms on either side of her head and leaned his body on hers. "Are you okay?" he asked her.
"I am, are you?" she asked him softly.
He nodded before guiding himself to her center. He slowly entered her, giving her time to get used to him. She opened her legs wider to allow him more movement and he filled her completely. She held him to her as he began to move in and out of her, each thrust bonding them more to what they both hadn't realized, at least not verbally. They moved together and Patrick held his hand on her lower back to help support her. She closed her eyes as the sensations of his body fused with hers. She felt his torso moving with his exertion and she felt her orgasm building quickly. She opened her eyes and looked into his. She pulled him to her and kissed his lips sensually, sucking on his tongue as he continued to move in and out of her.
He felt like he was losing his mind with the pleasure he was getting from her. He had never felt like this and he had never been so connected, so in tune with anyone. He was trying to hold off as long as he could, but she was just too much for him. He moved faster and as soon as he felt her walls contract with her release, he exploded inside her. They kept fused together, riding out the waves of their orgasm and neither one of them wanting to break the connection. Both of their chests were heaving with the exertion of their lovemaking, and Robin felt simply put, happy.
Patrick moved off of her, reluctantly and removed the condom. He quickly got back into the bed and they both lay next to each other, lost in thought. It was Patrick who spoke first. He leaned on his arm and looked down at her, moving her hair behind her ears. "What are you thinking?" he asked.
She smiled at him. "I am wondering how in the midst of all of the horrible things that have happened in my life, the most amazing thing has occurred. You found me and you have turned everything I ever believed to be true about myself inside out. You have made me face life and all of the amazing things I had forgotten actually existed. I am overwhelmed and I am truly happy."
He leaned in and kissed her. "I love you," he said and meant it with all of his heart.
Chapter Eighteen:
"I love you," He said and meant it with all his heart. She looked at him and her eyes were wide while she registered what he said. "I don't know if you feel the same way or if I should have waited to say something or if I just ruined something that was perfect, but I just wanted you to know," he said, feeling more exposed than he did while they made love.
Robin looked at him while he spoke, and all she could hear were the words 'I love you'. She sat up, wrapped in the sheet and looked at him. She took her hand and smoothed his cheek, already showing stubble from not shaving in a day. She touched his bare chest and he put his hand on hers. "You don't have to say," he began and she put her finger on his lips, stopping his sentence.
"When I was little, I used to imagine my knight in shining armor coming into town and rescuing me. I pictured all of the amazing heroes from the stories I read being the only man who would ever have my heart. I began to lose that image when I met men who were simply not for me. I even went so far as almost settling for less than I wanted, or deserved," she scooted closer to him. "But you, Patrick, you came into my life and it was like an explosion of feelings. Everything I had left behind came back to the forefront. You are my hero, my knight in shining armor, my friend, and my equal. I love you, too," she said simply.
He smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest. She pressed her mouth on his and kissed him deeply. She broke the connection and he saw she had tears in her eyes. "What is it?"
She shook her head. "Nothing, just a little overwhelmed."
He smiled. "Me too."
"So are you going to always compare me to literary characters, because I might have some reading to catch up on?" he said with his eyes smiling.
She shrugged. "That's the drawback of dating an English teacher."
He lay her gently back down onto the bed and moved the sheet so his body was on top of hers. "I haven't found a drawback as of yet," he kissed her again and she could feel him getting ready for round 2.
"You are quite amazing," She said, running her hands up and down his taught chest.
"You think?" he grinned. "I have heard that from many."
She smiled. "Yourself included?" she laughed as he covered her mouth with his again.
She moved and pushed him over onto his back and she ran her hands along his torso. She looked into his eyes as she traced a line down his chest to his navel. His body was hers and she wanted to know everything about it. She moved to his waist and ran her hand over the area below his navel but above his throbbing erection. She traced a line down his hip and to his thighs. She purposefully avoided touching his member and he was afraid he would go crazy if he didn't have her soon. She looked at him and smiled. "What can I do for you?" she licked her lips.
He fought the urge to explode right there and she picked up his hand in hers and brought it to her mouth. She sucked on each finger and moved his hand down to her chest. He sat up and pulled her onto him, not able to wait to touch her and taste her again. She could feel his erection pressing into her and she reached her hand down while he was kissing her and wrapped her hand around him. He moaned into her mouth as she began to move her hand up and down. He moved his hand down her torso and she thought she would pass out from the sensations running through her body. He sat up and wrapped her in his arms, putting her gently onto her back. He smiled at her and took his fingers and ran them down her chest to the small triangle that formed under her navel. She looked at him and silently gave him permission to continue. He leaned in to her and pressed his mouth on her neck and moved his face down her torso. He looked at her and moved his hand to her center, feeling her warmth and her need for him. He ran his hand all around before inserting a finger into her. She moved her hips and opened her legs wider for him to touch her and he inserted another finger inside her and she opened her eyes and looked at him, her pupils wide and her expression unmistakable.
"Please, I need you now," she said.
He reached over and grabbed a condom, covering himself before moving his long body over her. She raised her position on the bed and reached for him to put his weight on her. He leaned down on her and entered her quickly, both of them gasping at the sensation. She closed her eyes and he reached down and picked her thigh up as he continued to move within her. She could feel her orgasm building quickly and she wrapped her arms around him, needing the pressure of his weight to push her over. He could feel her begin to go over the edge and he watched her face as the emotions and feelings came over her. She looked at him and ran her hands over his chest and leaned up to kiss his torso. She watched his eyes turn black with desire as she could feel him twitching before he exploded and collapsed on her, letting the sensations take over his body and he expelled every ounce of his heart and soul into her.
He reluctantly moved off of her to dispose of the condom and then got back into the bed. She moved so he could settle easily next to her body and he kissed her again. She couldn't get enough of him, and he couldn't get enough of her. They were about to continue when Patrick's phone rang. He continued kissing her. "You can get it if you want," she said, hoping he wouldn't.
"I don't hear anything," he said as he continued to hold her.
"Me either," She said breathlessly, going crazy as he moved his body over hers, his flesh teasing hers. It wasn't until they heard the voice on the machine that they both stopped. Patrick sat up and reached over to the phone.
"Hello?" he said, panting a little. Robin sat up and ran her hand over his chest. "No, I am not working out, must be a bad connection," he glanced at her and smiled. "Yes, I know where she is. Yes, I'll tell her, okay, thanks," he hung up.
"What's wrong?" she was immediately brought back into the horrors of the situation.
"Lila's mom called him and wanted you to meet with Lila because she is really worried about your safety. She was the last one to see you when Tony had you and now that word has gotten out about his death, she doesn't believe you are okay. She is scared and her mom wants to help her calm down. They want to meet at the coffee shop on main and 4th in a few hours," he said.
Robin nodded. "Okay," she sighed. "Poor Lila, I should never have told her to give you that message."
Patrick shook his head. "If you didn't, who knows what would have happened. She helped save you and in doing so, led us here. I think we both have something to thank her for."
She nodded. "You're right, so you will come with me?"
He looked at her. "You are not leaving my sight for the rest of the day, and to be honest, I do want her to know my appreciation."
Robin smiled. "You said a few hours, what time exactly?"
He grinned. "Time enough for another workout," he pulled her to him and they fell back onto the bed together.
Chapter Twenty:
"Are you ready?" Patrick asked Robin as they pulled into the parking lot of the coffee shop. They were both tired from their previous activities, but they both also wanted to help Lila.
"I am, but I just don't know what to tell her about Tony. I wish we knew who was behind this," she said and pulled her hair up into a ponytail.
"We will, and until then, you're stuck with me," he smiled and they got out of the car. Robin's cell phone rang and she picked it up.
"Hi Lizzie, what's up?" she asked. "Oh sweetie, I'm so happy for you guys. Are you with him now? Okay, tell him I said congratulations and you both have a great time tonight. I'm fine, I'm with Patrick and I am safe. Okay, see you in a few days," she hung up and smiled at Patrick. "Elizabeth and Brad are going to have a baby. They are on their way to celebrate for a long weekend. I know they had been having a lot of trouble and now, maybe things can run smoothly."
"I'm so glad, I think Liz will make a great mom, and I am sure Brad is going to be great, too. I think when they get back, we should have dinner." Patrick said as he held the door open for her.
Robin saw Lila sitting with her mother as soon as they walked in. It was clear the girl had been crying and Robin went over to her. "Hey sweetie," she said and Lila stood up and hugged her. Patrick stood back and smiled at Lila. He stayed back and talked with the mother while Robin sat with Lila.
"Ms. Scorpio, I was so afraid you were really hurt and they just weren't telling me," Lila said.
Robin smiled. "I'm fine and it's all because of you. Do you know how brave you were? You listened and you acted and because of that, I am here today."
Lila looked down at her hands. "I just feel like I shouldn't have left. If I had stayed, maybe he wouldn't have hurt you. I was just so scared and I can't get it out of my mind."
Robin sighed. "Lila, look at me."
The scared teen obliged and Robin smiled. "You need to let this go. Do you remember reading Taming of the Shrew earlier?"
Lila nodded. "It was my favorite."
Robin smiled. "Do you remember the quote I had on the board, the one we talked about when we discussed Katherine?"
"My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break." Lila said and wiped her tears from her eyes.
Robin nodded and squeezed her hand. "Sweetie, you have to let this go. Talk about your fears, or your pain will consume you. I am okay and we will be fine. It is terrible, what happened to Mr. Smith, but it has nothing to do with what you did or didn't do. You are my hero and I will never forget what you did for me."
Patrick and Lila's mom walked up and Robin smiled. They all sat together, Patrick smiling at Robin. "Are you doing okay? Both of you?"
Robin smiled. "I think so. What do you think, Lila?"
She smiled for the first time. "I think so, too," she walked over to Robin. "Thank you Ms. Scorpio. I am so glad you're okay."
Robin stood up and hugged her. Lila's mom hugged her as well and they turned and left. Robin sat down with Patrick, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm exhausted," she said.
He put his arm around her. "Me too, but I could get used to this kind of exhaustion."
She was quiet for a minute. "What happens now?"
He leaned in and kissed her cheek. "We go home and have dinner."
She smiled. "I would like that." They got up and walked out, their arms around each other.
He had witnessed the whole exchange from behind the newspaper he was holding and was sick to his stomach. She was awfully chummy with Drake. Why would she be with him when she could do so much better? He moved the paper he was reading and tossed some cash on the table. He looked around the café and got an idea. He needed to act fast because the longer he waited; the more chance there was that she might figure it out. She was smart; it was one of the things he loved about her. He went to get up when he saw them walk back inside. He quickly sat back down and picked up the newspaper.
"You know, we could just order a pizza." Patrick said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"No, I forgot that they have the best pastry here. I want to get some scones here and coffee and then go home and have dinner in bed," she turned in his arms and smiled.
He nibbled on her neck and she smiled. "Sounds good to me," he leaned down and kissed her.
He couldn't take it. He stood up and pulled his cap down over his face, disguising himself. He walked past them, pausing as he walked by. He bumped Patrick purposely and kept going.
"Hey, excuse me." Patrick said, looking at the back of the figure walking away.
Robin was startled and suddenly she froze. Patrick looked at her, shaking her head. "Jerk, can you believe that guy?" he realized she was upset.
"What is it? Did I bump you?" he asked her, concerned.
"It was that smell, Patrick. It was that smell like the guy who attacked me," she said and her tears fell down her cheeks.
"Where? That guy?" he turned and ran outside, Robin behind him.
"Patrick, please, let's go. I don't feel well," she said softly.
He turned and walked back towards her. "Come here," he pulled her to him and held her while he looked around, but saw nothing.
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