Sweet Days (Four Days Book 2)

by A. S. Kelly

  I’m here in your arms. It’s the only place I want to

  be.”

  A man.

  Wonderful.

  Fuck.

  “Erin,” I say, but in reality, I don’t want to say

  anything at all.

  The only thing I want is to have her for myself

  all night.

  I take her face and bring it to mine. I gently bite

  her lower lip and she trembles against my lips.

  Shit.

  “I want you like I’ve never wanted anything or

  anyone before. I want you with every inch of me. I

  want your heart, your body. I want to be inside of

  you and your life. I want to come in and not

  leave.”

  I feel like a jackass saying these things, but I

  know she needs to hear it said out loud and

  deserves someone that tells her how desired she is

  and how much he wants her for himself.

  And that someone, damn it, must be me.

  “Do you understand what I’m trying to tell

  you?” I ask her, because she keeps looking at me

  without speaking.

  Maybe I’m not doing this right, maybe I don’t

  even know what I’m saying or doing.

  This is all new for me.

  It’s scary as hell.

  Until just a while ago I didn’t think I was cut

  out for these things, that I couldn’t feel real

  emotion and was certainly incapable of creating a

  lasting bond with another person. And yet for her

  I’m willing to try. A thousand tries. She’s the only

  one who can teach a man to love someone other

  than himself.

  “Erin.” I look at her, worried. She continues to

  look at me without responding. “Have I said

  something…”

  She doesn’t let me add anything else. She wraps

  her arms around my neck and her legs around my

  waist. I take her, sure and steady and bring her as

  close to me as possible.

  I want to feel her now.

  I need it.

  It’s a desperate need.

  “I’d like to make love with you, Erin. Tonight.

  All night. And for all the nights after that.”

  Her lip starts shaking again.

  “If you’re not ready, I’ll wait. Take all the time

  you need. I’m not in a hurry, and I’m not going

  anywhere. I’ll be here until you’ve had enough of

  me.” I reassure her, smiling.

  “Do you really want to make love to me?” she

  asks me in a broken voice.

  “Holy God, do I want to!”

  “Even—”

  “Even what?”

  “Even in my … condition?”

  I lower my gaze just a bit.

  She thinks I don’t want to be with her because

  she’s pregnant? Doesn’t she have any idea what

  I’m going through right now just holding her close

  to me?

  “God, Erin … I want you so bad it’s hard for me

  to even breathe. I’m not talking about sex. I’m

  talking about you. I want all of you. I’m afraid. I’m

  paralyzed with fear. Fear that I could hurt you. It

  feels like I might destroy everything.”

  She smiles at me and brings her mouth close to

  mine. “I want you too, Patrick. I want your absurd

  messes, your jokes and your colorful language. I

  want your hands on my body and I want you in my

  life.” She takes a quick pause and a deep breath.

  “Our lives,” she corrects herself, biting her lip. “If

  you want us.”

  Holy Christ. If I want them?

  I want them both.

  I want her so completely that I couldn’t even

  imagine not having this new life that goes with it.

  And I could not desire this child any more if it

  was my own.

  I hold her tightly in my arms and bring her to

  the bedroom, because now I want to make love to

  her.

  I want to give her everything I have without

  asking for anything in return.

  19

  Erin

  Patrick sets me down gently on the bed without

  ever taking his lips off of mine. I’ve wanted him so

  much in these months that I’m shaking like an

  idiot from the emotion and the anxiety. I feel

  invaded by him, with his body so close to mine

  and the heat rising from it, that burns my skin.

  The way his eyes are devouring me shows me

  how much he truly wants to make me his. From all

  of this intensity of us being together.

  As if we had just become one person in this

  moment.

  His kisses are needy: Patrick bites my lip until it

  swells and becomes red, then lets up on this sweet

  pain letting his sensual tongue run down the lip,

  only to suck me in with his greedy lips.

  I could have an orgasm just with his kisses.

  He pulls away from me with a cry of

  disapproval, as he removes his shirt. I gulp down

  hard and loudly and in such an embarrassing

  manner that he busts out laughing and touches his

  magnificent head, with its buzz-cut hairstyle.

  “God … you’re…” I don’t have the right words

  to describe his body.

  He’s a work of art, sculpted by fairy hands with

  a thick golden chisel. He’s robust and well defined;

  he’s got the perfect turtle abdomen. His arms are

  strong and possessive and covered in tattoos, over

  which I slowly pass my hands, defining the edges

  and the lines and imagining some secret meaning.

  I’ve never liked tattoos, just like I’m not a big fan

  of piercings, but on him … everything would be

  good on him.

  “Stop looking at me like that. You’re

  embarrassing me,” he says, blushing just a bit.

  What? Him? Embarrassed?

  “No false modesty please, Patrick. We both

  know you have a body that people get orgasms just

  looking at.”

  He bursts out with the most uproariously loud

  laugh that makes me smile spontaneously. It’s so

  nice when he laughs, when he loses that for the

  man who never has to ask persona and is a bit

  insecure, just enough to make him human and lets

  me know I’ve got an earthling here in front of me

  not some Greek divinity reincarnated.

  His laugh simmers down and the look in his eye

  changes: it becomes deeper, more intense and it

  seems like he’s eating me with his eyes.

  He brings his hands up to my shirt and gives me

  a malicious smile before pulling it over my head,

  leaving me topless before him. I blush and avert

  my gaze because I’m afraid of drowning in

  emotion and not being able to make it back up to

  the surface again.

  “Erin,” he says, taking my chin in his hands.

  “You are beautiful. Breathtaking.”

  I shake my head. I know it’s a lie. I’m pregnant,

  my Lord, how does he expect me to believe that?

  “Look at me,” he asks me and reluctantly I do.

  “I’ve been dreaming about touching this body

  for months. And…” He breathes loudly. “Since I

  hugged you that night outside the bar for the first<
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  time, I haven’t been with any other girl.”

  “Wha … what?” I ask incredulously.

  He shrugs his shoulders.

  “I just wanted you to know.”

  So I didn’t imagine it all. I didn’t romanticize

  his words in my mind … every word, gesture and

  caress.

  It was all true.

  He wanted me just like I wanted him.

  I draw him to me, sliding my hand behind the

  nape of his neck. He responds to my call and I

  abandon myself to his touch, to his tongue that

  traces the irregular line of my neck to my spine,

  arching around my back and I offer myself to him.

  He takes off my leggings and my underpants.

  He throws them to the floor before unbuttoning his

  jeans and freeing himself of them and becoming

  completely naked.

  Oh my God, he doesn’t even wear boxers. My

  body blocks up at the sight of his erection.

  And … okay. It’s enormous.

  Hormones. Right?

  He laughs again and oh my God, please, never

  let this stop because it’s perfect.

  And he’s completely mine.

  He comes closer to me and our bodies brush up

  against each other for the first time and it’s almost

  enough to make me faint.

  I’m in really big trouble.

  He lightly rubs my belly before resting the

  lightest butterfly kiss there, causing such a fit in

  my chest that I have to close my eyes.

  “You know,” he says, “we could just not—”

  “Patrick,” I interrupt him.

  We’re not even going to consider that option.

  “I could also make you come like this,” he says,

  rubbing me so lightly between the legs and I let

  out a scream. “Or with my mouth,” he adds, while

  I’m so excited I could seriously have an orgasm on

  the spot if he said another word like that.

  What’s the rest of this going to be like?

  “I want to make love with you,” I tell him quite

  seriously. “Now.”

  “I wouldn’t want to hurt the baby.”

  He’s joking. Right?

  Exasperated by all this, I slide my hands down

  his tattooed back until I arrive at his gluteus

  muscles and it goes without saying that they are

  disgustingly perfect.

  Where is this guy hiding his defects?

  I push them slowly towards me, begging him to

  enter me, possibly right now.

  “Erin,” he sighs, frustrated. “We don’t have to

  be in such a hurry.”

  “Yes we do!” I exclaim, exasperated. “My

  hormones are going a million miles an hour, and I

  haven’t had sex in a very long time, Patrick. I need

  it right now.”

  He smiles maliciously before saying “At your

  service” and plunges his face between my thighs.

  Oh God.

  He looks at me for an instant before opening his

  mouth and kissing me delicately on my inner

  thigh. Then he slides his tongue into me and I grab

  on tightly to the sheet and throw my head back.

  Patrick plays with my most intimate parts with

  his tongue, biting me to make me shake even

  more, but he’s so delicate and careful that I’d like

  to scream ‘stop going so slow’ because I’m not

  made out of porcelain and am not so delicate, and

  that I won’t break.

  So I let go of the sheet and put one hand on the

  back of his neck, pushing him to go deeper.

  He growls in approval and the sound comes up

  from my legs. In a second, his movements change.

  His tongue penetrates me deeper and the metal of

  his piercing rubs against my vaginal lips, making

  me lose control so completely that I move against

  him, begging him to bring me there as fast as

  possible.

  His hands grab my hips, his fingers pushing into

  my flesh, his tongue tireless; his assault, his desire

  to hear me scream and my desire to free myself

  leave me quivering against his mouth and I call his

  name repeatedly, letting the orgasm course through

  me.

  Patrick continues to gently kiss me while I try to

  bring my breathing back to normal; he slides down

  one thigh and then comes back to me. I cover my

  face with my boiling hands as he goes to my ear.

  “I can do better,” he whispers.

  I let my hands fall and turn to look him in the

  eyes.

  “Can’t wait.”

  Patrick

  I am completely drugged by her. By her smile. By

  her big dark eyes. By her body that excites me by

  just looking at her like never before.

  And I’ve had my fucking share.

  But there’s something unexpected and

  wonderfully perfect in her and I’m sure after

  tonight, after having discovered everything about

  her body, I won’t be able to look at another

  woman, even by accident.

  I’d like to go slow, really I would. I’d like to

  enjoy every moment, feel her in every part of me

  and let her know how involved I am in this thing

  between us, how much I want to be only hers now

  and tomorrow.

  As long as she’ll want. But Erin is terribly

  excited. She moves against my body, eager and

  impatient: she can’t wait.

  Thanks hormones, may God bless you.

  I caress her legs in all their length with my

  hands on her thighs; I smile, pleased, and lay her

  down before she can say or do anything, my lips

  touch her intimately.

  Her flavor makes me lose all of my senses in

  three seconds. I try to control myself, to be careful

  and delicate but she’s not allowing me to. She

  grabs me on the back of my neck pushing me

  deeper inside of her.

  And it’s something I’ll never forget. How she

  tastes, this intimacy … And I’m not just talking

  about sex. I’m talking about something more

  profound, more powerful and extraordinarily

  intense that I’ll never be able to put it into words.

  And when I feel her pushing against my mouth

  in search of more contact and letting out a gasp of

  liberation, a new kind of shiver runs up my spine,

  making me shake.

  I give her a moment to recover from the waves

  of pleasure wracking her body, before going back

  to work and this time I want to enjoy every instant

  of her.

  And I want to give her everything in my power,

  I want to feel every emotion and make her feel

  every beat of my heart, which is now beating only

  for her.

  I caress her face and drop my hand to her breast.

  I draw a circle around her nipple as she arches her

  back and calls my name.

  And it’s so damn exciting I don’t know if I’ll be

  able to contain myself.

  I pinch her with two fingers and she shakes

  harder and so I take it in my mouth and bite down

  gently and she slithers under me. I can only use

  one hand I’m holding myself up with the other so

  as to not squash her under my we
ight.

  I concentrate on her breasts, passing from one to

  the other, giving both of them equal attention. I

  tickle her nipples with my tongue, I bite and pull

  them with my teeth, and she doesn’t stop rubbing

  my neck pulling me closer to her.

  She wants me.

  Jesus, does she want me.

  I slide down, leaving a wet trail on her skin that

  burns under my tongue. I stop on her round sexy

  belly, where I dedicate more sweetness and where

  I’d like to rest my head to feel any imperceptible

  movement.

  I continue along her legs until I get to her toes. I

  kiss them and worship them, because this woman,

  fuck.

  This woman is forever.

  I go back up towards her lips and bite them, full

  of desire and she scratches my back, digging her

  nails into me.

  I let out a grunt and bite her lips harder.

  “Patrick … please … do it now!”

  She wants me right now.

  I move over to get a condom from my jeans, but

  she stops me before I can completely get off her.

  “Patrick, we don’t need it.”

  Right.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Shouldn’t I be?”

  “I … I swear, Erin, that I haven’t been with

  anyone like this. Not after…”

  She smiles at me in love and pulls me to her.

  I come to her and brace on my elbows as I

  slowly enter her.

  My vision goes blurry, my heart stops and my

  limbs go paralyzed the moment I feel her heat

  surround me.

  God. Is this what it feels like when someone is

  so important to you that you forget your own

  name?

  I push in deep as she relaxes her legs, opening

  herself up for me. And I think the rest of the world

  just stopped in that moment. I try to get control, to

  feel my pulse and get some air because I don’t

  have any more.

  “Patrick?” she calls me. “Are you alright?”

  Everything all right?

  “It’s fucking great.”

  She laughs and shakes her head before I make

  her gasp as I fully re-enter her.

  I move within her, convinced but cautious,

  never taking my eyes off hers.

  I want to capture every expression. She grabs

  onto my shoulders and maintains visual contact the

  whole time, penetrating me deeply, digging in my

  soul, removing all of the weeds and every dead

  flower. She takes out everything, leaving the

  garden clean, free and light.

  And I will never thank her enough for it.

  We continue to look at each other as I move

  faster and deeper and it seems I can almost see out