Changing Everything by Molly McAdams Page A

next two weeks were about you.”
    “But, Eli—”
    “Don’t fight me on this, Pay. I will get my way,” he assured me, the husky tone of his voice caused another shiver to move up my spine. “Go back to sleep.”
    I’d just had my first orgasm caused by someone other than myself, my body was still shaking from the aftereffects, and I was sitting on his lap and knew this had to be killing him. I so did not want to go to sleep.
    Gripping his hands tightly, I pressed down on his lap harder and ground my hips against him.
    His eyes flew open. “Paisley,” he said in warning, but I didn’t stop.
    Releasing my hands, he pushed up the shirt I was wearing even higher and gripped the top of my underwear. With one hard tug, and a shocked cry from me, he tore the material off my body and threw it off the side of the bed.
    I couldn’t even be mad. I was incredibly turned on by it and high off the fact that I was about to get what I wanted.
    I inhaled sharply when he pressed his fingers inside me, and trembled when he whispered darkly, “I warned you.”
    Removing his hand, he gripped my bottom and pressed me onto his lap again, this time helping in my movements. He groaned and buried his head against my neck, and when my hands reached for his boxer briefs again, his fingers gripping my butt spread my cheeks, and one of his fingers pushed against a place no person should ever touch.
    “Eli!” I screeched, and sat up, trying to get away from the invasion.
    A soft laugh rumbled in his chest, and one of his hands moved back to my clit. “I told you to go to sleep, Pay.”
    I arched my back, trying to find more pressure while simultaneously shaking my head. “That’s—no. Just . . . no.”
    “Are you sure?” he asked as his other hand gently touched my bottom.
    “Y-yes.”
    “Lean against my chest again, Paisley.” When I didn’t move from my straightened position, his hand moved from my bottom to press two fingers deep inside me. “Trust me.”
    I slowly lowered myself; my eyes were already fluttering shut with how different everything felt in this position. I bit down on my bottom lip and curled my arms around his shoulders as I tried to hold on. It felt like at any second I would be lost—but being lost in Eli didn’t sound like a bad thing.
    My breathing turned ragged when I got closer to another orgasm; my mind was so consumed in the feel I didn’t notice Eli switching which fingers were inside me until one was pushing against no-man’s-land again.
    I stiffened and wanted to get away from it again, but I was so close, and Eli’s calming voice had me staying where I was.
    “Trust me, Pay.”
    His finger pushed in slowly as I kept moving against him, and my face tightened against the foreign pressure. “Please,” I whimpered.
    But I didn’t know what I was begging for. Please stop. Please don’t stop. Because the pressure was still building—faster now, and I found myself pressing back against him instead of trying to get away from him.
    “God, Eli, please.”
    Too much. Too much. He was everywhere, and I knew if I let go, it was all going to be too much.
    When it felt like I couldn’t take any more of him, the pressure on my clit increased and I came with a sharp cry. It wasn’t like before. It didn’t feel like I was shattering. It felt like I was weightless, floating, nothing until everything came crashing down in a heavy rush that began in my stomach and spread all the way to my fingers and toes.
    “Pay?” Eli asked softly a few moments later.
    “Hmm?” I managed to force from my chest. My forehead was pressed to his neck, my cheek was against his collarbone, and my body was slumped against his as I waited to come back to earth.
    “You okay?”
    “That was . . . that . . .” I trailed off, and gave up on trying to explain the experience as well as my discomfort and pleasure with it.
    “I need to know if you’re okay,” he prompted. When I just nodded, he chuckled and wrapped his