but taking four years of art classes would be cool, as well. Pretty much anyone will take me, and because of my GPA being a 4.6, I’d get a full ride.
When two hands cover my eyes, I barely startle. I know those hands, and I know that smell.
I turn off the wheel and lean back.
“Need any help?”
I smile as he leans down and kisses me.
“How was your dinner?” I ask when he steps back.
“Always a joy.” He winks. “You think you’ll have these all done by next weekend?”
“Yes, one hundred percent sure.”
He pulls up a stool and sits behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder, his legs against mine. “Can you work like this?”
“I think I can manage.”
“Good. You mind if I take a nap?”
“So, you’re using me as a place to rest before you go to Gabrielle’s party.”
“Come with me,” he says, kissing my exposed shoulder and sending goose bumps up and down my arms.
I hit the button on the floor with my foot and turn the machine back on.
Chuckling, he tugs my earlobe with his teeth. “I think you should stay with me tonight.”
“Yeah?” I laugh. “And how would your parents feel about that?”
“They’d actually be fine with it. I told you they would like for me to live with them forever and ever and ever, which is why they redid the pool house into a Patrick palace.”
“You left out the whole when-you’re-eighteen part.”
He wraps his arms around my waist. “So fucking close. I’m sure they’d be chill, Savvy.” He runs his hand up my shirt and cups one of my tits.
My back arches in reaction as I try to be firm when I tell him, “We’re at school.”
“Tell me to stop,” he says, peppering kisses on my neck while cupping the other breast, each one now in his hands, kneading them.
Hands still in clay, I turn back and look up at him. “You—”
His lips come down on mine, and I groan, opening my mouth. He presses his tongue into it. Then, his lips never leaving mine, he stands and spins me around so I’m facing him.
“My hands,” I murmur against his lips.
“So what?” he says, pushing my skirt up past my knees as he sits back down.
Before I can break the kiss, he grabs the back of my head and kisses me harder. God, he’s an amazing kisser.
I feel his other hand on my ass as he lifts me and pulls me onto his lap.
“Patrick, I—” My mouth snaps shut when I feel his hand run up my leg, and then fingers sliding into me. “This is … This is … This …”
He pulls his fingers out, and then I feel what I assume is the tip of his cock at my opening. Before I can think, he pulls me fully onto his lap as he thrusts into me on one, deep, steeling move.
I fall forward, my hands above me so I don’t ruin his clothes, and lean down to bite into his shoulder, to muffle my cry.
He then cups my ass and stands, his lips on mine, cock fully inside me, unbelievable pleasure rippling through my core, and my back hits the wall. Holding one knee up, he lets the other leg fall. He takes my wrists in one hand and holds them against the wall.
“I missed you.”
I let out a breath, wrapped around a whimper.
“I love you, Savvy.”
“Love you.”
He clamps his teeth into my shoulder, and I curl my fingers down, needing to hold onto something as he pulls almost all the way out then thrusts back in, immediately hitting that spot inside me that causes me to catch fire.
“Oh, God.”
He groans as he mashes his mouth on mine and proceeds to fuck me so good, so deep that it doesn’t even matter where we are.
He moves his mouth down my jaw, saying, “Fucking addicting. So hot. So wet. So. Fucking. Good.” With his big hands, he pushes up my skirt and grabs my ass. Lifting me, he hisses, “Wrap them around me.”
I do as he says, and he fucks me harder, faster. He doesn’t slow; he just keeps going. His skillful thrusts hit me over and over in just the right spot until my entire body tenses around him. Pushing me against the wall again, he lets go of one of my ass cheeks and reaches between us to rub my clit.
“Come for me, Savvy, come with me.”
“Oh, God. Oh, yes. Oh—”
“Fuuuuckkkk.”
My orgasm rips through me as his pumps out of him.