Well, okay then.
Heaving a sigh, I drop back again, and he continues to torture me with perfect strokes of his tongue until he forces another orgasm out of me. I’m boneless beneath him.
Then he gently pulls away and adjusts my dress so I’m covered.
Now that the orgasm haze has cleared, I’m a little embarrassed about the way I screamed his name. I hope his neighbors didn’t hear.
His hands wrap around my wrists, pulling me up.
“Hi,” I say, peeling my eyes open.
“Hi.”
Producing a small container from his fridge, he grabs a fork and retakes his spot between my legs. He adds a bite of cheesecake to the fork and brings it to my mouth.
“Mm, so good,” I moan.
A smile plays on his lips, and he takes his own taste, not seeming impressed. “Not as good as you.” He winks, and heat flushes my cheeks. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to his mouth.
He continues feeding me until I can’t eat anymore. Then he puts the container back in the fridge and scoops me off the counter, carrying me toward his room.
“I have one more surprise for you,” he says, nuzzling my neck. What could be better than two orgasms?
He kicks open his door, placing me on my feet by his bed. My mouth falls open, and my heart skips a beat.
A large bouquet of pink roses wrapped in fancy brown paper and tied neatly together with white ribbon lies on his bed. Right next to five boxes of Milk Duds and a small brown teddy bear wearing a T-shirt withLTacross the front in block letters, just like the one he wears. Cut-off sleeves and all.
“Penn,” I whisper, my throat clogging with tears that I force myself to swallow. This feels like more than what we agreed upon. It doesn’t seem like something you’d do for someone youwere seeing casually. I start to panic—it’s too much—but he wraps his arms around me from behind, kissing my neck, and I melt against him.
“Do you like it?” he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
I turn around, grab his face, and kiss him. “I love it. Thank you.” I reach for the flowers, lifting them to my nose and inhaling the sweet scent. “I thought I said no gifts, though. I didn’t get you anything.” I scold him playfully.
“What just happened in my kitchen was the best fucking thing you could’ve given me,” he deadpans. I keep my face buried in the flowers, so he doesn’t see me blush again.
I place the flowers carefully on the bed. “Actually, I…” I let my words trail off, suddenly embarrassed.
“What?” He tilts his head, studying me with concern.
“Nothing.” I bite my lip. I made him a pair of gloves, but now that I’m here, I feel silly. What was I thinking? How could that possibly compare to all of this? It’s not even the gifts, but the way he makes me feel.
“Olivia?” he says, freeing my bottom lip with his thumb. “Talk to me.”
I stare into his eyes. They’re soft, and my nerves settle. “I made you something. It’s not a big deal or anything. You don’t even have?—”
His gentle command cuts me off. “Show me.”
I hesitate again, unease settling over me. When I gave Chad his beanie his reaction crushed me, but Penn isn’t Chad. He’s never been anything less than supportive.
“Please, Barbie,” Penn murmurs against my lips, giving me a tender kiss.
I smile up at him, giddy anticipation thrumming through me at his desperate plea. “Be right back.” I rush to the living room and grab the gift bag from my purse, slipping it behind my back as I enter his bedroom again. “Like I said, it’s not a bigdeal. You don’t have to wear them, but I thought you might like the option.”
He holds his hands out, seeming impatient. “May I?”
I hand him the bag, holding my breath as he pulls out the black fingerless gloves I made for him. It wasn’t necessarily for Valentine’s Day. When I realized how cold it was on NYE, I worried about his fingers. I did some research, finding it can be difficult to play with cold hands.
His smile is instant and mine follows. The nervousness from minutes ago withers away at his expression. He likes them?
