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Chapter 8

Patrick was conflicted. His body was screaming for blessed release. His mind was exhorting him to not take it any further. He had wanted her for so long. He had observed she was still too fragile and he didn't want take advantage of her. He needed sleep but his body was awake. Frustrated at his weakness he got up then walked to the window. He was gazing into the dark. It was a reflection of his dilemma. His mind was screaming too soon. He needed time to think about everything that had happen for the last two days. There were so many changes.

Gazing into the dark he started an internal dialogue. He loved Teresa that he was certain. He loved her more than anything. Seeing Teresa in her glory earlier had made him feel the same way as if he had felt when he had looked at his wife when she was alive.

He wanted to show Teresa was how much he loved only her. He wanted to convince her about his love. The timing just was not right. She was still in shock from the attack by Tom Newman. He was not sure she really wanted him for his only person. He was arguing with himself over Teresa's motives. Perhaps she just wanted to affirm that she was still alive and nothing more.

Adding to the danger of loving her openly was Red John. Patrick surmised if RJ knew that he had given up his mourning and had another person in his life. He would certainly want to take her too. He did not want to lose his new family too. That would be so painful. He had a taste while mourning the body on the gurney. He certainly did not that pain again.

Teresa was still naked covered by a sheet. She watched him staring into the dark.

Teresa was wondering. What had she done? Was she going too fast with him? Had she scared him? Was he not yet ready for this? What could it be?

'Oh no, he thinks I'm not ready' she thought.

She searched for her nightie and robe. Putting them on, she joined Patrick at the window. She came up behind him then wrapped her arms around his bare waist and placing her head against his bare back.

Patrick placed his hands on hers then laced their fingers. He was trying to show that it was not her but him the problem. She moved a little until she was facing him while still keeping her head against his bare chest. She pressed her head closer and was able to hear his heart beating.

- "What's happening Patrick…?" Teresa sweetly asked tilting her hear to look up into his eyes.

- "I ... I don't want to take advantage of you" he replied in a whisper looking down at her eyes with much sincerity.

Teresa was silent a moment trying to absorb the words he had just uttered. She learned he was afraid of hurting or taking advantage of her. But she wondered why? As she pondered an idea came to her. He must have thought it was because of what had happen today. She looked at him again. She caught his eyes and was with speaking with her eyes. She let him know how she was sincere. She smiled and he smiled back while stroking her cheek tenderly with his hand.

- "You won't take advantage of me" she whispered in his face closer to hers. "I rather think it is me who will take advantage of you."

Their lips touched, tenderly, gently and sensuously. Patrick's hand left her cheek to go to her neck as he pressed her even closer to him. He felt her smile against his lips. She moved her hands behind his back, pinning him against her body that was begging for more and much more. She put her hands across his bare chest and began to caress. Then she moved her hand to the skin on his back. Leaving a trail of fire where she touched. He shivered with desire.

Patrick stroked her lips with his tongue which prompted her to open her mouth. She willingly submitted then let his tongue meet hers. This simple touch sent an electric spark in them both. Teresa shivered as Patrick opened her robe and placed his hand across the silky fabric. He deftly removed it with one hand and let is fall exposing her breasts. She tightened even more against him. Her legs threatened to not support her any longer.

He gently kneaded her breast which elicited tearing groans from her. His other hand was down on her milky white thigh. He helped hold her up by placing her against his hip which brought together their private parts. Teresa could feel how much she had an effect on him.

- "My…Patrick..." she moaned against him "The bed ... quick ..."

He complied then walked them backward to the bed while supporting her. He didn't want to let her go or to be separated. Teresa felt the bed against her leg then fell on the mattress together. He found himself upon her then took the opportunity to leave her mouth and go to nuzzle her neck and depositing tender kisses. She threw her head back while biting her lip to stifle her moans which grew increasingly uncontrollable. He knew that there was no doubt he still knew the techniques of love and she enjoyed his expertise.

She pulled her leg then wrapped it around her beautiful consultant's upper leg. This allowed herself to feel him through the fabric of his clothing. Patrick gave a hoarse groan while continuing to grow against her body. His hands had abandoned her breasts to explore more of her body. A small blush appeared on her cheeks but it came mostly from the heat of his body against her. Patrick had awakened in her a real fire ready to burn them completely.

- "Patrick ... I want you inside me ... now ..." she managed to say between moans.

- "No, it's too early" Patrick said between pants.

She did not want to wait. She slid his sleeping pants down his legs using her thighs in small movements. This caused even more friction between them. He then found himself only having his socks left on. Teresa had not finished with just his pants on the ground. He was now mostly naked. She placed her hands to meet the object of her desires. By slow and precise movements, it brought up more desire in him. He found her lips again.

- "You're killing me Teresa" he said between forced breath in her ear.

She arched against him when he touched her most sensitive part. She could not help a groan to pass her lips.

They were naked on top of one another with skin to skin.

- "Now ..." It was the only thing she could manage to say.

Patrick pushed his engorged shaft by entered her in a slow and precise movement. This made her arched against him. He waited for a moment allowing her to accustom to his size then he began move back and forth. Teresa clapped her hands on his buttocks and helped him to plunge further inside her. It increased her pleasure.

The two lovers were happy being together to prove their love for each other in the most tender way possible. Groans and cries filled the small room when the night touched almost at an end. The morning found them hugged tenderly asleep against each other. It was Patrick who opened his eyes first. He admired Teresa who was beautifully asleep. He got up slowly so as not to awake her. He put on his sleeping pants then went down stairs prepare breakfast.

As he was preparing her coffee, he felt two arms encircle his bare waist then turned to press his lips to hers. The kiss seemed endless. The robe she was wearing fell away. Patrick placed his hands under her buttocks then lifted her. She squealed with a little cry of surprise. He placed her on the kitchen counter then let his lips travel down her face, her neck, her shoulder and came to rest between her breasts. Teresa was too happy with his way of saying good morning.

Again the clothes disappeared what small amount they both had on. She had a stunning view of the desire of her lover. She smiled and kissed him. She helped him move closer to her with her legs. She felt him once again take possession of her body then penetrating her tenderly. He moved into her with such tenderness that the tears came to her eyes. Patrick noticed them then he worried.

- "Did I hurt you?" he inquired.

- "No…Please…don't stop." Teresa implored.

He didn't need to be asked twice. He began to move inside her that made her shiver against him with moans filling the room. It was the cry of a baby who brought them to reality which was unfortunate for them. They did not want to separate right away. They were not being able to stop at this point. Teresa felt heat rising in her and she gave a last cry of pleasure along with him as they climaxed together.

Finally, the Mentalist withdrew from his companion that brought her down from the counter while he smiling at her. He gave her one last kiss before together hand in hand they went up the stairs she to take care of Amy and him for his shower.

TBC ...

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