“Get talking, woman,” he said around her nipple.
“About?” she asked hazily.
He chuckled around her nipple before he flicked it with his tongue and pulled back. “This new arrangement of yours,” he reminded her.
“Oh, right, the arrangement,” she mumbled absently.
“Get talking or I stop,” Trevor said and just to prove that he was serious, he pulled away from her breast.
“Okay, okay,” Zoe said, grabbing the back of his head and yanking him back where he belonged. With a small chuckle, he took her nipple back into his mouth.
She forced herself to ignore how unbelievably good he felt and the fact that he held her hip tightly so that she couldn’t move against him and focused. If they were going to have any hopes for a future, there were a few things that they needed to clear up.
“How many children do you want?” Zoe asked, knowing that this was by far the most important question. If he was hellbent on only having one kid, it was going to become a bit awkward.
“As many as you’re willing to give me,” Trevor said, pulling back and releasing her nipple with a wet pop. “Next,” he said, burying his face in the crook of her neck as one hand continued to squeeze and caress her breast as the other slid from her hip to her bottom where his talented hand kneaded and squeezed, forcing her to cradle his erection.
“Next...okay, um,” Zoe said absently as she tried to rub herself against him and this time, he allowed it. “If um, if we get married, we’re going to need a bigger home,” she said, remembering his offer to buy them a house. She wasn’t sure if he meant right away or sometime in the future, but with twins, Bradford twins, they were going to need more space soon, not to mention a large kitchen with more storage space and maybe a larger fridge.
“I’ll build you a house, sweetheart. Anything you want,” he promised against her neck.
“I just want you, Trevor,” Zoe said, knowing nothing else really mattered as long as she had him.
“You have me, sweetheart,” he said, pulling away just far enough so that he could look into her eyes. “I promise that you will always have me.”
“No more pretending,” she said, feeling her chin quiver, knowing that it would kill her to go one more day pretending that he wasn’t everything to her. Out of everything that had happened between them that was the one thing that hurt the most.
“Never. I’m going to make damn sure that everyone knows that you’re all mine,” Trevor swore just before he swooped in and took her mouth in a hungry kiss.
“You promise?” Zoe asked against his mouth, feeling her heart race.
“Promise,” Trevor swore.
“Any other conditions for this new arrangement that I should know about?” he asked, moving his mouth back to her neck.
“Just,” she said, licking her lips as he nibbled and licked his way down towards her breasts, “that the sex condition is still very much in effect.”
“I suppose that will be fine,” Trevor murmured huskily, running his tongue down one breast until he could once again take her nipple into his mouth.
“A-And I get to name our children,” Zoe said, hoping that he was properly distracted because she had some really cute names for boys that she really liked, names that were really pretty.
“Not fucking happening,” Trevor said, releasing her nipple.
“But-”
“Not happening,” he said as his hands returned to her hips. With a gentle grip, he guided her off of his lap and onto her back. “As much as I love you, I just can’t let you do that to my boys, sweetheart.”
“But-”
“Not happening,” Trevor said, pushing her legs apart as he shifted on the couch until he was crouching between her bent legs.
“What about Frances or Julian? Those are both-oh, my God, don’t stop doing that!” she practically screamed when he lowered his head between her legs and began lapping at her slit.
“So,” Trevor said casually as if he weren’t currently driving her out of her mind by leisurely running his tongue between her slit, just missing her clit, “let me see if I understand this new arrangement.”
She may have whimpered when he traced her slit with the tip of his tongue and she damn well knew that she moaned when he teased her clit. Licking her lips hungrily, she rotated her hips, desperate to force his teasing tongue to go where she needed it, but he simply grabbed her hips and held her where he wanted her.
“You’re going to be at my beck and call for sex,” Trevor said, and she couldn’t help but moan in agreement. “I’m going to take care of you while you worship me and we’re getting married. Did I miss anything?”
