Page 15 of Perfect Convergence

Her hands drop to her sides as I straighten. “Wow,” she pants. Then her stomach growls, and she giggles.

I grab her clothes and slide them back up her legs. “Where’s your heating pad?”

“Uh. Floor, I think.” She peers over the side of the couch, and I follow her gaze.

Thankfully, the cord is long enough. I flip it on and place it over her lower stomach. “I’m going to get your dinner ready.” I kiss her on her forehead, and when I pull away, she’s watching me with a wide-eyed, soft gaze.

There are so many emotions in her expression. Trust, adoration, gratitude. It sucks me in until I’m pressing my lips to hers, savoring her tiny moans and the way she grabs my arms.

I break off the kiss, and she moves to get up. “Relax,” I murmur, cupping her cheek. “Let me take care of you.”

With a sigh, she settles into the couch, hugging the heating pad to her stomach. Then her eyes close, and I watch her for a split second longer before moving over to her tiny kitchen.

I think, I realize as I rummage around for a knife and cutting board, I’d do just about anything to see that look on her face again.

CHAPTER SIX

WREN

AT FIRST, I was a little disappointed that I only got one orgasm when Elliot promised me multiple. But then he came back to the couch with a plate full of pretzels, cheese, and apple slices, and I swear I melted.

But that’s not even the best part.

No, the best part is that he has me on his lap while he feeds me.

Is it possible to fall in love in four days? Because I think I might be doing just that.

Elliot holds the last apple slice up to my lips, and I bite into it, taking half. He pops the rest into his mouth, trailing his fingers down my spine.

Settling against him, I inhale his sandalwood and citrus scent. “You always smell so good.”

He replies with a chuckle and a kiss on my forehead. “You full?”

“Yeah. Thank you.”

“Of course,” he murmurs. Then he stands, cradling me to his chest and carrying me through the apartment.

“What are you doing?”

“I believe I promised you multiple orgasms, did I not?”

There isn’t a single thing that can stop the smile spreading over my face. “I was wondering about that.”

In my room, he sets me on the bed. “Clothes off, then get on your knees.”

I shiver, following his commands without a second thought. Once I’m in position, he takes me in with a satisfied expression. Then he crawls onto the bed and kisses me, his hands cradling my face.

Slipping my fingers under his shirt, I tug it up until he pulls it over his head. Before I even realize what I’m doing, my lips are on his hot skin, pressing kisses to his tattoos. I linger over the butterfly on his ribcage for a second, remembering our conversation the other night about Rhett’s little sister.

She meant the world to all of us.

“Wren,” he groans as my lips trail down his stomach. He pulls me up. “Don’t distract me.”

Before I can protest, he’s lowered himself onto the mattress. He flips over onto his back, tugging me forward a bit. Then his hands are on my hips, forcing me to lower myself onto his face.

He groans, pressing a kiss to my clit before sucking on it. I cry out, falling forward but managing to catch myself. My hands fist the blankets as his tongue caresses me lightly, gently.

“Elliot,” I pant. “More. Please.”

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