Page 87 of Everything Has Changed
“What did I do to deserve you?” I whisper to the universe. I’m about to beg for the exact good deeds I managed to accomplish in my life that led me to this point just so I can redo them over and over again.
I all but fall to my knees in front of her. Her gasp of surprise tells me she wasn’t expecting it as I reach out and grab her left calf, placing it on my other knee. I stroke up her leg until I reach the top of the zipper. But I don’t start pulling it down. No, instead I look right up at her glazed eyes.
“Careful,” she warns. “I might get used to you being on your knees for me.”
I maintain eye contact as I lean forward, dropping a trail of kisses on her thigh leading up to my new favorite place.
“Good,” I reply. “There’s no place I would rather be than between your thighs, dragging my name from your lips.”
I close the distance, latching my mouth to her cunt. I smile against her when she cries out in pleasure, her hand tunneled in my hair to hold on. My tongue slides through her, gathering her wetness and letting it coat me like honey. I feel her start to tremble, and I knowshe’s close. Her tells quickly are becoming my favorite thing to look for as she releases a breathy moan, with my name not far behind.
“How many times tonight, baby?”
Her head is thrown back, her mouth slightly opened. She’s so close, but I need her to answer, so I pull away slightly. She registers the change immediately and drops her hazy gaze down.
“How many times tonight, Gwen?”
“I—I don’t—-”
“Give me something to work toward.”
“Two?”
I shake my head, my tongue darting out once to tease her. She tries to pull me to her and groans when I retreat again.
“More,” I state in a firm voice.
Her eyes widen. “More? You sound awfully sure of yourself.”
I smirk, fighting against the need to continue my exploration when she bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes darkening on me. “You underestimate me, baby.”
Her eyes dart over my shoulder, falling slightly. The flush overtaking her chest now expands to her cheeks. In a small voice she admits, “I’ve never had more than two in one night.”
As much as it pains me to think of her with anyone else, I remind myself I’m the one she’s with now. And that’s how it will always be.
The thought barrels through my mind, but it feels so right that I manage not to freak out over it. Because it’s true. Gwen is mine. Even if she’s not ready to hear it yet.
“What do I get if I can make you come more than twice?”
Her legs start to close, but I’m still between them, and I halt her movements.
“You won’t,” she says sternly.
“Then it won’t hurt to make a little wager if you’re so sure I can’t.”
Playfully, she rolls her eyes. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling my head back to look at her head on.
“What do you want?” Her voice is like silk as it slides between us.
She’s so effortlessly sexy, and it does things to me. Things I never imagined possible, but they are with her.
“I want you to bid for me at the date auction.”
Gwen huffs out a surprised laugh. “Still stuck on that, are you?”
“Absolutely,” I admit. “Because if it’s not you, I won’t do it.”
“What if I get outbid?”
