was. With Patrick, however, it had been different. Our conversation had flowed so effortlessly, no work at all. And he didn’t pry for information about me, seeming to sense I wasn’t too keen on talking about myself.
None of that mattered. What mattered was that he was handsome and fun and would be the perfect guy to get into bed with for one night. I’d scratch the itch, and in the morning my head would be nice and clear and ready for work.
We reached my condo, and as we pulled into the parking lot, I stuck my hand out of the window and into the cool night air, gesturing for him to follow me into the parking garage. The garage gate opened as I approached, and Patrick followed me. I pulled into my spot and he parked next to me. I killed the engine and hopped out.
“Nice place,” he commented, stepping around to meet me at my door.
I didn’t say a word as he stopped in front of me. Conversation was the last thing on my mind. What I wanted must’ve been written all over my face. He grinned, his sexy-as-hell smirk showing off the dimples in his stubbled cheeks. It was almost startling how attractive he was. My thoughts went wild with ideas of what he might look like with his shirt off – more than his shirt off.
He closed the distance between us and leaned close to kiss me again, ready to take full advantage of the fact that we were alone in the parking garage. He wrapped his big arm around my waist, pulling me close so quickly and firmly that I let out a gasp.
Once my body was pressed against his, I could feel his hardness. His cock, stiff as steel, pressed against me through his jeans. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, swallowing hard in anticipation.
Patrick placed his lips on my collarbone, covering it in kisses, then moving up along the slope of my neck. My skin broke out into goosebumps, and I slipped my hands under the warm fabric of his parka, along the broad V of his upper back.
His hands started at my shoulders and traveled down to my breasts. He squeezed them firmly, teasing my nipples and causing them to harden with arousal. His hand smoothed over my stomach, coming to a stop at the button and zipper of my pants.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he opened the button and slowly dragged down the zipper.
“Bein’ adventurous.”
Part of me wanted to protest, to tell him that if we were to get busted in the parking lot, it would most definitely not be good. But the greater part of me didn’t give a damn. This feeling was so unlike me that I couldn’t believe it.
He didn’t give me a chance to think too much. He slipped his hand into my jeans, under the waistband of my panties, and over the patch of neatly trimmed hair above my pussy, traveling slowly. Between that and the smirk on his face, I realized he was letting me stew in the tension. I grabbed his wrist and tried to shove his hand between my thighs, but he froze, not letting me do it.
“Good things come to those who wait, love.” Patrick spoke into my ear from just a few inches away, his accent and the warmth of his breath driving me wild.
I let go of his wrist and he kept moving down, sliding his middle finger between my soaked lips, the tip stopping over my clit.
“You’ve been looking forward to this, haven’t you?” he murmured. “I can feel it.”
Patrick had me right where he wanted me. I was so aroused that all I could do was nod in hopes that he would give me what I so desperately craved. He smirked and slid his fingertip over my clit; hot waves of pleasure flowed through my body, my knees going weak and forcing me to lean back against the car for support. His lips still on my neck, he made slow, tight circles around my most sensitive part.
“Oh my God.” The words poured out of my mouth in a low moan, the sensation so intense that I managed to forget the little fact that I was in a parking garage.
Patrick slid his middle finger down further. Then he glided into me, my walls gripping his finger as he penetrated. I felt him curl his finger in a come-hither motion, the curve allowing him to hit my