of some seriously powerful aphrodisiacs. Blood drained straight down and his cock grew achingly full, hard, and his blood pounded hot in his veins.
And when he closed his eyes, concentrated, he could feel her. All but inside his head. The sensations were so intense, he could practically feel the slide of her skin against his . . . like she was there, and they were both stretched out, naked flesh on naked flesh.
“What the hell . . .”
But even as he muttered that question into the silent night, he knew.
She was thinking of him. Thinking hard and heavy. Thinking hot, dirty little thoughts and getting hotter, dirtier by the second.
When he closed his eyes, he could almost see her spread out beneath him. All night, he’d worked to keep that connection tenuously thin, all but ready to break, but now . . . now he threw everything he had into it and he could feel her. All but taste her arousal. All but hear the moans vibrating in her throat as she moved.
Could all but feel his own dick, plunging inside her . . .
Damn.
The woman had one killer imagination.
If he didn’t know better, he’d almost swear they were having sex . . .
* * *
IT was the only way to get through it.
Lying naked in the bed beside Patrick, eyes closed and her heart racing, she kept her face pressed against the pillow and hoped he’d just keep his bloody mouth shut until she managed to get her mind back together.
That had been . . .
Whoa.
It had almost been like he’d been inside her mind.
As long as she hadn’t opened her eyes and looked at Patrick. As long as she hadn’t opened her mouth and tried to kiss him. As long as she hadn’t breathed in his scent. Just keeping her focus on him . . . on Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy, a man she’d seen for all of thirty seconds before they decided to go and put their hands all over each other.
Tall, Dark, and Sexy, who felt like she’d known him all of her life. Tall, Dark, and Sexy, who had a mind that felt like . . . home . . .
All she’d done was think of him and those fantasies had flared to hot and vibrant life. It had made shagging Patrick much more tolerable, that was for certain, although it was definitely best that she hadn’t known Tall, Dark, and Sexy’s name.
Dru was quite certain she would have called her fiancé the wrong name. Not that she ever cried out his name during sex. He wasn’t much more than a vibrator she forced herself to use. But if she’d known Tall, Dark, and Sexy’s name . . . Well, that would be trouble, wouldn’t it? Patrick would have taken that rather personally.
If he really decided to unload on her . . . shit, what would she do then? Just sit there and take it? Break her cover and risk those girls?
Her heart rate slowly leveled out, but her mind continued to buzz and hum and she could still feel him, vibrating inside her head, and she was almost certain she could feel him pushing at her shields, like he was trying to come inside her head. Talk to her, or something. No. Can’t do that, she thought almost desperately.
Can’t have that at all.
Although it felt like she was cutting off her arm, she forced herself to break that connection with him. Floundering, cut adrift in a lake of her own misery, she couldn’t keep from shuddering.
Patrick stroked a hand down her back. “Are you cold?”
“Yes,” she lied, keeping her voice quiet.
He reached down and flicked a blanket over her, patting her ass. “That was rather nice. I’m almost tempted to stay the night so we can do it again.”
Get the fuck out of here, Dru thought. She had to get her head back together. Soothe the ragged bits and pieces of her heart.
He rolled closer and pressed his lips to her shoulder. “You should have told me you wanted to go into the park so much. It’s a silly wish, but if you had that much fun, we’ll do it occasionally. When you’re good.”
This time, when he swatted her ass, it wasn’t gentle or playful. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making a sound. “But don’t sneak around on me again, Ella. You’ll tell me the next time you wish to go and you’ll be escorted. Is that clear?”