Page 60 of Wish You Would

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I shrugged and shook my head, lifting my eyes to find Gigi still watching me. “She wasn’t you.”

Gigi smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You said that already.”

“And I meant it.” I pushed to my knees and closed the distance between us, modesty be damned. Putting my hands on either side of her face, I tilted her face upward until her eyes met mine. “You want to know what happened? You really want to know?”

She nodded, a chunk of vivid hair falling into her eyes. I brushed it back and lowered myself so that we were face to face. “We had a great time. One of the best dates I’ve ever been on.”

“Phew, that makes me feel so much better. I’m glad we had this talk. I—”

“And then,” I cut in, dragging her gaze back to mine. I waited until our eyes met to continue. “She walked me to my car, we said goodnight, and she kissed me.”

Gigi’s eyes flickered. I could feel her pulse thrumming at a hummingbird’s pace beneath my fingers. Her lips parted, but I kept talking before she could speak.

“She kissed me,” I repeated, “and all I could think about was you. Your lips. Your hands. The way my entire body comes to life when you touch me.” I reached for her hands and laid them against my naked chest, where my heart was beating so hard against my ribcage. “You feel that? It’s you, Gigi. All you. Only you.”

She didn’t speak, didn’t move. The only sign she’d heard anything I said was the rapid puffs of air escaping her parted lips.

“So, yeah,” I went on, closing the space between us. I settled onto my knees in front of her, naked, exposed, and so, so nervous. “It was a good date. But she. Wasn’t. You.”

The words were barely out of my mouth when Gigi shot forward, pulling my mouth to hers.

A surprised squeak left me, but I caught up fast. Framing her face with my hands, I kissed her back. I kissed her fiercer and hungrier. I kissed her with everything I had. And then I kissed her some more.

Pushing her onto her back, I leaned over her, our lips never parting. Her hands slid down my bare back, sending shivers through me. “You,” I gasped against her mouth, “have shaken my world, Gigi. Everything I thought I knew. Everything I thought I wanted.” I dragged my lips over her jaw and she turned her head, granting me access to the soft skin of her neck. “My whole world, turned upside down.”

Her fingers dug into my back as she pulled me closer. “I could,” she managed as I dropped biting kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. “Say the same about you.”

I lifted my head to find her already looking at me. As our eyes locked, she reached out, placing her palm against my cheek. “My whole damn world.”

Something inside me flared so bright, surging me forward, urging me onward. I kissed her deeply, brushing my tongue over hers, reveling in how she opened for me, responded to me. Her legs wound around my waist as she arched closer, the scrape of her jeans against my skin sending urgent signals to my brain.

“Off,” I murmured, reaching between us for the button on her pants. “Now.”

She nodded and tangled her hands with mine as we fumbled with the button fly. Laughing, we fought with the offending piece of clothing, until finally—finally—we slid them from her waist and down her legs. Gigi kicked them the rest of the way off, and then she lay beneath me in nothing but a bra.

We stilled then, face to face. Every inch of me that touched her naked skin lit up like fireflies in the middle of July. I wanted more.

Holding her stare, I slid down her body, letting my own nakedness glide over her. She watched me, chest rising and falling with quickened breaths, eyes dark and burning. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I settled there, lying on my stomach, and lifted my brows in question. She nodded, reaching down to tuck my hair behind my ear, and I closed my eyes, leaning into her touch. Then, with one more look into her eyes, I lowered my head.

I was tentative at first, running the very tip of my tongue along her bare seam. The salt of her skin, her earthy sent, permeated my senses, and I clenched my thighs as my own body responded. Glancing up, I watched Gigi’s face as I parted her legs wider, as I pressed a deep kiss against her, as her slick heat spilled over my tongue. Her head dropped to the pillow, a low groan slipping past her lips. That was all I needed to hear.

Closing my eyes, I deepened my kiss, mimicking the way she teased and taunted me earlier. Her every reaction became my guide. She arched her hips when my tongue grazed over her clit, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, so I pulled the tiny bud into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it again. Her legs draped over my shoulders, her heels digging into my back. Bracing my hands on her butt, I dug my nails into her soft flesh and swirled my tongue over her, and my chin slickened with her arousal. Her every reaction was an aphrodisiac, a reward.

And I liked rewards.

“So good,” she murmured, fingers threading through my hair. “You feel so good.”

At her praise, little thrill shot up my spine. Opening my mouth wider, I kissed her again, lavishing attention on every fold and crease, all while sliding my hand closer, seeking access with my fingers.

“Yes,” she hissed, parting her thighs further. “Please.”

I pulled my face away enough to watch her expression as I slid a finger into her, the liquid heat enveloping me causing liquid heat to pool between my own legs.

“T-two fingers,” she managed, voice tight. I obeyed. She bit her lip, cheeks stained a bright pink, as I slipped another finger inside. And, my goodness, was she stunning.

“Remember,” she said, “how I touched you?”

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