Chapter 149 Unexpected Gift

Chapter 149 Unexpected Gift
Christina: POV

Patrick balanced my keys in his palm, a smug smile playing on his lips as he tapped my forehead playfully.

"You left them at my place last night, scatterbrain."

I stared at the familiar keychain dangling from his fingers.

How the hell had I not noticed they were missing?

"Right," I muttered, watching him slide the key into my lock with disturbing familiarity.

The door swung open, and Patrick stepped inside like he owned the place.

His tailored suit looked ridiculously out of place against my shabby-chic apartment decor.

Patrick turned slowly, taking in my humble abode with the analytical precision of a real estate appraiser.

"So this is where New York's top interior designer lives?"

"Not everyone can afford a luxury penthouse in Manhattan," I shot back defensively, dropping my bag on the countertop.

He wandered toward my kitchen and pulled open my refrigerator door.

The sad, empty shelves greeted him—a half-empty carton of almond milk, some questionable takeout containers, and a lonely apple.

"This explains why you're so skinny," Patrick observed, closing the fridge and turning to face me.

His expression suddenly shifted from playful to determined.

"There's something else I came here for. Help you move. Pack your bags, you're coming to my place tomorrow."

I didn't catch what he was saying; my attention at that moment was completely drawn to the package I had brought in from the doorway.

"What's that?" I murmured, more to myself than to Patrick.

While he continued inspecting my apartment for "defects"—running his fingers along my windowsill and frowning at the draft coming through—I picked up the package.

There was no shipping label, just my name handwritten on top.

Curiosity piqued, I carefully opened it, taking advantage of Patrick's momentary distraction as he examined my window frame with his back to me.

When I lifted the lid, my eyes widened in shock, and I felt heat rush to my face.

Inside was a set of black lace lingerie, complete with—Jesus Christ—fox ears and a matching tail.

I slammed the lid shut and looked around frantically for somewhere to hide it.

Patrick was already turning back toward me.

In a panic, I set the box on the table and positioned myself in front of it, leaning back casually with one hand on the table, trying to look nonchalant.

"Everything okay?" Patrick asked, his eyes narrowing at my sudden change in posture.

"Your face is red."

"Fine! Just... just a design sample," I stammered, hoping he'd drop it.

Patrick walked toward me, noticing my unnatural stance and slightly trembling hands.

"Let me see what's got you so nervous."

"Patrick! No!" I yelped as he smoothly reached around me and grabbed the box.

Before I could stop him, he'd flipped open the lid.

His expression transformed from curiosity to surprise, finally settling on a mischievous grin.

"Design sample?" he asked, holding up the fox ears between his fingers.

"You got these specially for me?"

I shook my head vigorously, my face burning.

"No... I don't know who sent them..."

Patrick's eyes darkened as he looked from the lingerie to me.

"I've never seen you in something like this before."

He stepped closer, his breath warm on my face.

"Try it on for me?"

Before I could answer, his lips were on mine, the kiss demanding and insistent.

His hand slipped under my blouse, fingers trailing along my bare back, sending shivers up my spine.

I tried to push him away, but my body betrayed me, responding to his touch like it remembered exactly what we'd shared.

My hands found their way to his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt.

Patrick's mouth moved to my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

"Tell me you don't want this," he murmured against my throat.

His fingers had already undone several buttons of my blouse, exposing my lace bra.

I gasped as his hand cupped my breast through the thin fabric.

"Patrick..."

The way he kissed me made rational thought impossible.

His experienced hands knew exactly where to touch, how much pressure to apply.

I felt myself melting into him, all my reservations dissolving under his skilled attention.

"Patrick," I breathed, no longer trying to resist.

"Don't stop..."

His hand slid lower, expertly unfastening my pants and slipping beneath the waistband.

When his fingers found their target, I moaned against his mouth, clutching his shoulders for support.

"Already so wet for me," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

His fingers circled and teased, drawing gasps from my lips.

Suddenly, he pulled back, grabbing the box and handing it to me.

"Wear this for me."

I took the lingerie with trembling hands.

"I've never worn anything like this before..."

"I'll help you," he offered, his voice husky with promise.

"But I want to see you put it on."

My heart pounded as I nodded, taking the lingerie and heading toward the bathroom.

I could feel Patrick's hungry gaze following me every step of the way.

In the bathroom, I stared at my flushed reflection, hardly recognizing the woman looking back at me.

I slowly removed my clothes, my fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers.

The black lace felt impossibly delicate against my skin as I slipped it on, adjusting the pieces to fit my curves.

The fox ears perched atop my head added a playful, almost innocent contrast to the decidedly not-innocent lingerie.

When I emerged from the bathroom, Patrick's sharp intake of breath was all the validation I needed.

The black lace accentuated every curve of my body, and the fox ears added a whimsical touch that somehow made the whole ensemble even more seductive.

"Turn around," Patrick commanded softly.

"Let me see all of you."

I slowly rotated, showing him the back where the tail attached.

I felt both ridiculous and incredibly sexy, a combination that was surprisingly empowering.

"God, you're gorgeous," Patrick murmured, crossing the room to stand before me.

His fingers traced a path from my cheek to my collarbone, then lower to the swell of my breasts above the lace.

"I've always wondered what you taste like."

He lowered his head to capture my nipple through the lace, causing me to arch back with a moan.

"Patrick... oh my God..."

Patrick lifted me effortlessly, carrying me toward the bedroom with my legs wrapped around his waist.

He laid me on the bed, quickly shedding his shirt and pants to reveal his muscular physique.

My eyes traveled down his body, lingering on his evident arousal.

I unconsciously licked my lips.

"You really do want me, don't you?"

"Since the first moment I saw you in Colorado," he confessed, lowering himself over me.

"I've wanted you like this."

His fingers slid beneath the lace panties, finding me ready for him.

"Let me see how much you want me."

Patrick's touch was expert, finding exactly the right rhythm and pressure.

I writhed beneath him, my hands clutching at his shoulders, my hips rising to meet his movements.

"Please, Patrick," I begged, reaching for him.

"I want you inside me."

He removed the panties but left the ears and tail, admiring the contrast of my near-nakedness with those playful accessories.

"You're a work of art."

When he finally entered me, we both gasped at the sensation.

Patrick set a steady pace, each thrust deeper than the last.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his control visibly slipping.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, meeting his rhythm.

"Right there... don't stop..."

His fingers found my most sensitive spot, circling in time with his thrusts.

"Come for me, baby."

The combined sensations pushed me over the edge.

I cried out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my body clenching around him.

Patrick followed moments later, driving deep with a primal groan of satisfaction.

Afterward, we lay tangled together, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow.

Patrick played with the fox ears still perched atop my head.

"These really do suit you," he said with a grin.

I looked up at him, still puzzled.

"I still don't know who sent them..."

"Whoever it was, I owe them a thank you," Patrick said, kissing my forehead.

"For showing me this side of you."

His hand began wandering again, reigniting the desire that had barely begun to cool.