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[Kat]
Like molecules we fall apart
And slam together in the dark
The dark is where the change is made
And all the best made plans are laid
They turn into a deeper shade of colors
Me and you
Cyanide, Lyrics by Castaneda
Water cascaded on us as we collided, lips and tongues connecting as our bodies joined at the hip. His hands pinned mine over my head as he pounded into me, and I felt every delicious inch of him as he slid back and forth. The kisses and the pace were harder and faster than I was used to, and it felt like I was riding an out of control stallion. He came before me, and as the throbbing subsided, I felt a little cheated.
Before I could protest, Patrick lowered himself until my legs went over his shoulders. He moved in for the kill, spreading me wide as his tongue and fingers went to work on me. I must have found religion at least a dozen times before I said, "Oh, God, I love..." Then I literally bit down on my tongue before I gave myself away.
His sherry eyes seared me as I spasmed against him. "You were saying?"
"N-nothing." Patrick trailed the pads of his fingers across my chest and my mouth went slack.
"Mmm, I think it was something." He kissed the side of my face and teased my ear lobe in his teeth.
His sweeping hands tried to tease it out of me. "Mum's the word."
His answering kiss was sweet and gentle. "Good band, but that wasn't it."
I laughed. "You always have music on the brain."
A chuckle rumbled his chest and vibrated through me. "Among other things."
We sagged against each other and I hugged him hard. "I'm sorry."
Patrick rubbed his cheek against my face. "Don't be."
"Why the change of heart?"
We stepped out of the shower and he tossed me a towel. "I did a lot of thinking today. Life sucked after my Dad died and it didn't improve until I met you."
"Look at you all philosophical." I was joking, but I was inwardly pleased by this admission.
"I'm serious. I'll do whatever it takes to hold on to what I have right now." Patrick's dark eyes crinkled as he touched the wet spaghetti strands of my hair.
I closed my fingers over his hand. "So will I."
"Wally's going to lock you up tight."
Especially after this excursion. "Maybe we can arrange conjugal visits."
"Don't think the warden's going to allow it."
"I know, maybe we can elope," I said with my hands drawn together in hope.
Patrick smirked. "Aha, I knew it was the L word."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, Chuck."
The verbal jousting was fun, and alleviated much of the lingering tension. "Have it your way, but we both know I called this one."
I stuck out my tongue, and he started toward me with a mischievous gleam in his eye that was interrupted by the slam of a car door.
Rachel was already back, so with wary glances, we ran to the front windows. I almost fell over at the sight of my Dad, striding up the front walk with his pointing finger primed and ready for battle.