Page 86 of Everything Has Changed
She doesn’t even give me a chance to worry as she nods her head and bites her lip. Looking up through her lashes at me like the unassuming vixen she is.
Yeah, I’m in so much trouble.
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Placing the keycard handed over by the bored-looking kid at the front desk against the door reader, I can’t help my hand from trembling as I wait for the light to turn green. Whether it’s anticipation or anxiety, I’m not completely sure. But my money is on both.
When it finally accepts the scan, I twist the handle and push it open enough for Gwen to duck under my arm.
“Would you believe me if I told you this was the only room they had left when I booked it a few days ago?”
Gwen stops at the foot of the king-size bed, her hand over her mouth as she fights with the smile unfurling on her face. It’s no use, though, as she quirks an eyebrow at me in disbelief. Her green eyes are so bright they rival a freshly bloomed forest floor.
“You just wanted to live out your rom-com fantasies, didn’t you?”
I grin, dropping our bags on the small table in the corner, and approach her slowly. She turns, anticipating my move immediately as she brings her arms to my shoulders and I wrap mine around her waist.
“What can I say? Kennedy’s book was very enlightening this week.”
Groaning, Gwen drops her head on my chest. “You could have picked literally anyone else’s book for some light reading. I still can’t believe you read a romance book.”
“Oh, baby,” I nudge her head so she leans back to look at me again. “There’s not much I wouldn’t do to understand the inner workings of that pretty little head of yours. I want to know everything that makes you tick. And if that means reading up on these romance tropes you like to throw in my face, so be it.”
Her expression softens, and I can’t help but lean down to capture those pouty lips in a slow kiss, nipping on the lower one that she’s always biting down on. When she tries to deepen it, I pull back. Layers of emotion swim in her eyes and I want to dive right into and drown in.
“Do you want to get ready for bed?”
The words are not fully out of my mouth before she’s shaking her head.
“I’m not tired.”
“Do you want to watch some TV?”Please say no.
Another head shake sends her curls, messy from earlier, falling around her shoulder. This time her hands begin their descent over my chest and straight to the hem of my shirt. Slowly, she drags it up my torso, her fingernails grazing the skin just enough to send goosebumps spreading over my skin. I shiver as she continues up to my neck, ducking to allow her to pull it over my head. I’m not sure where she tosses it over my shoulder, and I couldn’t care less, as her eyes track over my chest.
“Why do you even wear shirts?” She questions. Her fingers go back to lightly touching every ridge and valley of my abs. “It seems illegal to hide all of this away.”
When she diverts her attention down to the button of my jeans, I halt her movement with my hands on her cheeks.
Her green eyes dart up with obvious concern in them.
“I just want to make sure you know you are in control here. We only go as far as you want to. If you want to cuddle, then that’s what we do. If you want to put a wall of pillows between us and go to sleep, I will respect your wishes.”
Her eyes narrow and her lips purse. “You would be okay with that? If I just said no and went to bed?”
I nod my head and place a chaste peck on the tip of her nose. Her eyes flutter at the contact. “Whatever you want, Gwen.”
We stare at each other for a moment, and I wonder if she will decide to end whatever this is right now and go to bed. I wasn’t kidding. I will follow her lead no matter where it takes us. Even if my dick, which is currently trying to split open my zipper, would possibly cry. I will go only as fast as Gwen wants.
Placing her hands flat on my chest, she gives a soft shove. I rock back on my heels and give her a little space, expecting her to tell me this was as far as tonight would go. Except she doesn’t. Sliding her right arm, then the left from their sleeves in slow motion, she holds the bodice up against her chest for a moment. Her chest inhales with a deep breath and I follow suit. On the exhale she releases the fabric from her hold, baring herself to me. Only I stay locked in on her eyes, waiting for the green light. I don’t dare break that contact, out of pure fear that if I move a muscle, this vivid dream would disappear from in front of me. And that’s exactly what this woman is: an absolute dream.
I finally get her approval when she sinks her teeth into her lower lip, nodding her head so gently I would have missed it if I weren’t so intent on catching her every move right now.
My eye skittered down her face, lingering on her lips, then on the column of her neck until I found her breasts on display. Just for me.
I groan outwardly, unable to stop myself as I reach out, tracing her nipple with my knuckle. She shivers, and I watch enraptured as goosebumps erupt on her skin from my touch.
Dropping her dress, which was clutched to her hips, the black fabric pools at her feet. She stands like a goddess in front of me. Completely bare since I stole her ridiculous excuse for panties earlier tonight, aside from her black boots.
