Page 20 of Resurrecting the Witch
And then he slid his big hands further in what I’m assuming was an attempt to grab my ass.
I chuckled and pulled away to look at him. “This is beyond perfect and one of the nicest things anyone has done for me, but I’m not sure you earned an ass grab for some berries and champagne, sir.”
“But there’s s’mores too.” He winked.
I saw the clear intent in his eyes that his little ass grab was the least of what he intended tonight. I was mostly joking when I said he hadn’t earned an ass grab. I would gladly welcome anything he offered at this point. I just hoped my brain would stay in line with my body’s determination to experience Patrick more intimately sooner rather than later.
“I will do whatever it takes to earn that and much more eventually,mo grá,” he said and pressed a kiss to my forehead before letting go and settling us in our seats.
The lights dimmed almost immediately, and the print started. Butterflies ensued, swirling in my stomach like the precursor to a booming symphony. No matter what was happening in the outside world, the cinema provided a refuge for any and all who needed a break from the perils of reality. The same nerves I was used to whenever the lights dimmed in this theater swam eagerly with the ones created by Patrick’s body sitting next to me on the sofa. The two cushions offered little in the way of personal space, so the entire right side of my body warmed against Patrick’s body heat.
“So, what movie did you pick for me?” I asked, feeling more at home and relaxed than I probably should have been. Something about Patrick put me immediately at ease. His touch was powerful, and I could see myself becoming addicted to the feeling of his body close to mine.
“I trusted Dominic, so it will be a surprise for the both of us,” he replied.
I settled farther into the couch and watched the previews flicker by on the screen. I saw Patrick grab the bucket of popcorn and tilt it in my direction in silent offering. I mindlessly reached for it and started snacking on the buttery deliciousness. I finished a few handfuls before the lights dimmed for the second time and the movie began.
A carved pumpkin appeared across the whole screen, and the familiar lilt of John Carpenter’sHalloweentheme music blared into the theater. I couldn’t stop the grin that stretched across my face at one of my favorite classic horror movies of all time.
“I take it by your smile I don’t need to plan to hunt a dragon tonight?” Patrick leaned over to whisper in my ear, and in doing so, wrapped his arm around my shoulders as if I wouldn’t notice.
“He did good,” I replied. I then gave a pointed glance at his hand on my shoulder. Patrick didn’t bother replying but simply grinned at me, his eyes sparkling in a challenge for me to question his touch.
He was a cocky bastard, and I wanted to test his limits a bit. I also hadn’t been laid in too freaking long and, despite my emotional baggage and magick rage issues, wanted to indulge in the more physical parts of dating too. Which led to me brazenly leaning further into Patrick’s shoulder and slightly moving my arm so his hand moved dangerously close to boob-grabbing territory.
I couldn’t see his face, but I felt his body tense and then felt a rumble of laughter echo in his lungs where my ear pressed against him.
“Mo peata,” he murmured.
He moved his other arm, and I peeked up at the hungry look in his eyes and didn’t balk. He lifted what looked to be a ripe strawberry covered in cooled melted chocolate up to my lips. The combination of fresh smelling tart berry mixing with the rich aroma of the chocolate elicited a rather embarrassing moan from my throat, but I didn’t shy away from Patrick’s bright-blue eyes.
“Open,” he commanded.
Patrick somehow put more dominant energy in one four-letter word than any male of any species I’d been with. I eagerly obeyed and waited as he slowly, seriously freaking torturously slow, pushed the berry between my gray-painted lips. I started to close my mouth when Patrick’s other hand, still wrapped around my shoulders, reached, and held my chin in place.
“How bad do you want this berry,mo peata?”
He held me in what was essentially a chocolate strawberry chokehold. I couldn’t move my mouth, so I tried to convey the need in my eyes.
Please, let me bite into this berry, sir.
Wait…sir?
Aw, hell, I’d have to unpack yet another revelation with Lennox and Guille tomorrow.
Whatever Patrick saw in my eyes caused his pupils to flare in what could only be described as hunger. “Bite down, my sweet Cliona.”
I bit down and moaned in what was probably a pornographic way and didn’t care in the least. The juices from the strawberry started to dribble down the edge of my lip as I tried to trap the chunks of chocolate breaking off. Before I could register what was happening, Patrick leaned over and licked the line of strawberry juice up my chin. The texture of his tongue on my skin dampened my panties even more and had my clit pulsing in response.
I kept my eyes locked on his as I continued to chew and swallow the rest of the chocolaty goodness. He looked at me with more lust than I’d experienced in years.
“You should know,mo peata.” He paused and leaned closer to me.
My pulse quickened even more. His tongue slicked out and licked his bottom lip like he wanted to devour me then and there. I felt the blush creep along my skin, and even with my makeup and the dimmed lights, I knew he’d sensed it.
“I don’t often take advice from other males on what to do with my female. But now my entire purpose in this life is to make your cheeks hurt from smiling too much, to help you realize how feckin’ perfect you are, to see your skin flush with need like it is now, to hear your perfect huff of disbelief when I say something exceptionally charming or bask in the glory of your haughty surprised laugh like you aren’t used to making the sound. I’m going to do whatever it takes to win your heart, Cliona, even listen to fools like Dominic about what movies you like. I will force him to sell me every ticket in every theater so I can show you exactly what I can do with you and your perfect body alone in a room with you for a couple hours, public or not.”
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. RIP my panties and my jeans because they were no doubt soaked through at this point.
