Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 12

With Amelia staring him intently, Patrick could not help but smile confidently. He was certain that no women would not fall for his amazing look. "What have you thought of to thank me for my generous help?" Amelia tried her best to speak on a calm note, "What do you want?"

"Well, give me a kiss," Patrick answered in a hoarse voice while her mood changed. "Not a tap on the cheek. I want a mouth-to-mouth, tongue-on-tongue french kiss."

As he spoke, he reached out and was about to touch her face. Yet she tilted her head and dodged his attempt. "Why don't you have some gum first. It reeks of cigarettes." Amelia was completely aware that she was making it difficult for him. Normal people would not carry a pack of gum wherever they go. It was just her way of turning him down. "Sure, not a problem!" Patrick gave her a smile of assurance.

Amelia was a bit startled at first. When she realised what Patrick took out was a cigarette packet, she was relieved thinking he had given up.

He put the butt of a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath. Just as she let her guard down, he held the cigarette with two fingers, while his other hand reached to the back of her head. Pressing against her with his hand, the distance between them drew closer.

In the next second, he tasted her soft lips with threads of smoke flowing into her mouth. That triggered her beautiful eyes to open wide and an incredible itch down her throat.

It wast until to the point she couldn't take it anymore then she opened her mouth to gasp for fresh air. A ray of light flashed across his eyes...

Patrick fiercely swept through Amelia's teeth with his strong tongue, causing Amelia a short blackout as her brain lacked oxygen.

In the end, she bit the tip of his tongue with her canines from the strength she did not know she had.

With his tongue numb and painful, Patrick reflexively backed off. Since he did not get what he wanted, his face was colder and cloudier than the night outside the car.

did not look that well either. Patrick felt

the taste out of his mouth, she

unbelievably beautiful despite her bad mood, a surge of heat flushed down his

this time, a car behind them violently honked. The red light had turned

emotions. He put out the cigarette and

it's my kind of poison. I want a good

used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth with

Amelia took a quick look out of the window, and saw

garage, Patrick's cell phone suddenly rang. He had the steering wheel with his right hand, while his left hand was shifting gears. So he asked Amelia for

think much about it and put her hand into his left pocket in

position, his cell phone was in between his thigh muscles and pelvis. She

she suddenly heard a grunt from

Patrick was staring at

phone but something else, giving her such a scare she tried pulled her hand out quick as lightning. Yet Patrick pressed her hand down a lot faster. "Mrs. Hopper, a bit of a dick move to leave me hanging,

think?"

did not enjoy being his plaything and questioned, "Since you've stopped, why don't