Chapter 66 NOTHING TO REVEAL
POV: ELISABETH
I spread soap on my arms, keeping my eyes fixed on his. Patrick seemed strangely troubled by his past, which set off alarms in my mind.
“Just a man with no direction in life...” he replied, lowering his gaze and taking the sponge from my hands, kissing the tips of my fingers. “Let me help you.”
Turning around, Patrick pulled me between his legs. I leaned my head on his shoulder, allowing myself to feel his gentle touches caressing my skin, which shivered wherever his fingers passed, massaging.
“We both try to hide our past.” I sighed with my eyes closed. “I understand you don't want to talk, but I hope you understand that I have fears about not knowing who you are completely... Loving you, giving myself entirely, and being so hurt that I can't piece myself back together.”
“Lis, I would never hurt you; I would never raise a hand.” He was interrupted by me.
“There are many ways to hurt someone, Mr. Morgan; some wounds don't need to be physical to exist.” I raised myself a little, ready to end the bath, but he pulled me back, keeping his arms around my shoulders.
“I know that perfectly well, Elisabeth.” He fell silent, his breathing heavier, seemingly contemplating what to say. “I'm not trying to hide my past from you; I simply can't talk about it yet... It's the worst pain I've ever felt in my life!”
I tried to turn around, but Patrick held me in place.
“I know you've suffered a lot; I can't imagine half of what you've been through, and to be frank, all I want right now is to gut your ex-fiancé for all the harm he's caused you.” I felt Patrick's body tense up. “But I can guarantee you, Elisabeth, I'm nothing like that monster. I would never hurt you like that, and if I ever hurt you emotionally, it won't be intentional.”
“Those are beautiful words.” I sighed, leaning forward and hugging my knees. “How far will your actions match these beautiful words?”
Leaning forward, Patrick wrapped his arms around me, caressing. “Let me show you that you can trust me!” As he trailed kisses down my neck, I moaned softly when his lips touched my neck and his hand provocatively descended to my intimate area. “Let me show you how real I am about what I want.”
I rested my head on his broad shoulders again, biting my lips and gasping as he touched me intimately and provocatively. I threw an arm back around his neck, stroking his silky hair.
“Are you trying to persuade me like this...” I murmured, feeling provocative, moaning louder when his skillful fingers touched my sensitive spot.
“Is it working?” he teased, sliding in one finger, then another.
We gave in to each other once more in the hot tub, as if the day hadn't started off in the worst way, with my greatest fear returning. We had our meal in the room, like two insatiable teenagers who ignited upon touching, putting on a cliché movie on the enormous TV that emerged from the floor.
“Holy sht, I take back what I said... You're more than rich!” I exclaimed, surprised. “You could give me a nice raise, right, boss?”
Laughing, Patrick bit the tip of my ear, pulling me back and knocking us onto the bed.
“You, naked like this, can have whatever you want from me!” he signed in my ear, moving on top of me and pinning my arms above me, taking my lips sweetly. “All of this could be yours.”
“Really? And who do I need to kill for that?” I teased, lifting my head slightly to kiss him.
“Just marry me!” He raised an eyebrow.
“Couldn't it be something easier, like eliminating you?” I laughed playfully, noticing his intense stare. “I'm kidding, right?”
“And if you're not?” Patrick looked at me with such intensity that I felt my soul being stripped bare. I pushed him off, but he stayed lying down, propped on his elbows, keeping his gaze fixed on me.
“It better be...” I quickly replied, grabbing his shirt from the floor and slipping it over my body.
Patrick stood up slowly, coming towards me, and held my shoulders, smiling broadly, his eyes gleaming.
“No need to be scared and run off, Elisabeth; a 'no' would suffice... That hurt me deeply,” he laughed, amused. “And they say there's nothing worse than a 'no.'”
“That's not something you say to a woman who's starting to get involved, who has a psycho ex-fiancé hunting her, a grandmother with Alzheimer's, and countless traumas from body to soul!” I responded, nervous and agitated. “Why would you want something serious with someone like me?”
“Why would someone like you want an asshole CEO like me?” Lifting my chin, he brushed his lips against mine. “I don't care about your past baggage; it's the now that interests me, and now, I want to have more days with you naked in my room. I want to take you in every room of our house and make you scream my name until you're hoarse.”
I stood there in shock, looking at him, surprised and speechless, biting my lips until he undid the bite with his caressing fingers.
“Just think about it... No rush or pressure...” he whispered, stroking my cheeks.
“I'd better go check on my grandmother...” I said it weakly, quickly leaving the room.
I almost ran into Greg, nearly stumbling backward.
“Mrs. Elisabeth, are you all right?” He raised an eyebrow, glancing toward Patrick in the room.
“Yes, sorry, I was just distracted.” I sighed, composing myself. “Excuse me!”
I felt his eyes on my back, heard Patrick calling him, and headed toward my grandmother's room, entering quietly.
“My girl?” she called softly. “Did you have another nightmare?”
“No, Grandma, I just missed you.” I smiled as her hands rested on my face.
“You always say that when you're scared.” Sitting up in bed, she patted the spot beside her invitingly. “Sit down; I'll sing to you.”
Like a child, I rushed to her side, laying my head on her lap as she combed through my hair, humming and calming my anxious heart and troubled mind.