What the fuck was it with me and the universe suddenly? I didn’t remember thinking anything like that more than a handful of times in my life, now here I was doing it for the second time in as many minutes.
Swatting my arm playfully, Steph rolled her sparkling eyes. “That wasn’t the universe, that was Jannie. Last time I checked, the universe wasn’t a tall, crazy woman who was obsessed with you. Ask me.”
“The universe might be obsessed with me.” I smirked, enjoying bantering with her. But I also really wanted to know the answer to my question. “I had to hold off for a couple of days for obvious reasons, but what do say? Will you be my girlfriend?”
She smiled so brightly it would’ve made the sun look dim if I’d asked her in the daytime as planned. “I don’t know, you held off on asking the question for a couple of days. Maybe I should hold back my answer for roughly the same amount of time.”
My fingers tightened on her back, then moved to her sides as I started tickling her. “That’s not how this works. You haven’t been kidnapped.”
She squirmed under my hands, trying to swat them away from her as she squealed and laughed until she was breathless. “Okay, okay. I surrender.”
“I’m not stopping until you give me your answer.”
“Yes!” she called out between giggles. My fingers ceased their torment as my arms went around her to hold her to my chest. Her lips moved against my throat, her breathing erratic but becoming steadier again. “Of course, I will. You idiot. Did you really think I was going to say no minutes after telling you I care about you?”
I grinned, shaking my head. The movement made me feel her soft hair under my chin. God, it felt good to be like this with her. Enveloped by her. Feeling her in my lap, her arms around my neck, her lips on my skin, and her hair brushing the underside of my jaw. I never wanted to let her go.
“I care about my car,” I said with barely restrained laughter in my voice. “I wouldn’t date it.”
“If dating inanimate objects wasn’t frowned upon, I’m pretty sure you might’ve tried,” she said teasingly. “And I would hope you know I care about you a little more than you do about your car.”
“I don’t know,” I said joking. “It’s a pretty great car.”
Her laughter vibrated against my chest. “You’re a pretty great guy.”
I pulled away from her, capturing her chin in my hand so she would look at me and see how serious I was. “You’re an incredible girl.”
A dreamy smile touched her lips, her eyes softening. “Look who learned to say actual romantic things.”
I sighed, feigning difficulty and hardship. Already, the tension of the last few days was melting away and being replaced with something I only truly felt when I was with her. Peace. “It’s a tough job, but this girl I like kept teasing me about how unromantic I could be.”
“Is unromantic even a word?” She shook her head and wound her fingers into my hair. “Never mind. Keep talking like that, and you might just get lucky.”
“I need to say romantic things to get lucky now?” I asked, raising my brows. I would never cease to be amazed at how comfortable I was around her, feeling more and more like myself with every passing minute. “Maybe I shouldn’t have asked you to go steady with me. We could go back to a time I got lucky just by being me.”
“Ah, but having a silver tongue will get you so much luckier.” Her eyes glittered as she looked at me, radiating pure happiness.
I couldn’t resist pulling her in for a kiss. Touching my lips to hers sent a hot bolt of arousal through me. She was mine now. Somehow, that made her exponentially hotter and so much sexier than she had been coming into my apartment.
“If I remember correctly, there was something earlier about how much you liked my wicked tongue,” I whispered against her mouth. Her eyes darkened as her pupils grew and her plump lips separated. “So what’s it going to be, wicked or silver?”
“Both?” Her voice raised at the end of the word, making it sound like a question. “Either, actually. Who cares?”
“Not you?” I guessed, correctly if the way she started trailing kisses from my mouth across my jaw was any indication.
I groaned when she closed her hot, wet mouth around my earlobe, sucking it in before running her tongue up the shell. “Let the record show that I was trying to be romantic, and you’re the one seducing me.”
“You kissed me first,” she protested, planting kisses down the column of my throat. “But the record can reflect whatever you want it to. I just like lavishing my boyfriend with kisses.”
Boyfriend. I knew the repercussions of asking her to go steady, of course. That it came with the official title as somebody’s boyfriend and all that it might entail, but it was the first time I’d been called that.
Strangely, I liked it. Even if it was going to take me a while to get used to it. I let it go, choosing to focus on my stunning girlfriend and what she was doing to me instead. Her lips were soft and warm against my skin, her heartbeat increasing against mine.
Securing my arms around her waist, I knotted my fingers in her hair and kissed her fiercely. Passionately. Kissing was never my thing. It was a formality to sex I didn’t care for, too intimate. I avoided kissing on the mouth as much as I could.
Stephanie’s mouth, however, I devoured like it was an oasis in a desert I’d been stranded in for years. Hearing her soft moans and feeling her little gasps drove me crazy.
I drove deeper into her mouth, stroking her tongue hungrily. Exploring every nook and cranny. Relishing her taste.
She adjusted herself in my lap so her hips could grind her core against me. My cock throbbed, as desperate for attention as I knew from her sounds and movements her pussy was getting. My own hips jerked up to meet her, restless to be thrusting into her.
I pulled away from her just far enough to get a good look at her. Her lips were bee-stung, and we were both breathing hard. As painfully bad as I wanted to get inside her, I wanted to taste every inch of her first. Feel her come on my fingers and in my mouth.
“Your boyfriend loves being lavished with kisses, but he prefers giving them. Any objections?”