Page 112 of Tempting Promises
“I’m not perfect.”
“When I look at you, that’s what I see.”
Her breath hitches. “Do you mean that?”
I want to kill whoever put these doubts in her mind, and if I was the one who did it, I’ll beat my own ass. “Of course I do. You’re gorgeous, so goddamn beautiful that it’s impossible to look away. I ache for you, sweetheart.”
As though neither of us can resist, we both move at the same time, our lips coming together in absolute passion.
I don’t need to reassure her with words, I do it with touch. My hand glides down her body, running along her soft skin and loving how she shivers under my touch.
I move my mouth from hers, kissing down the center of her chest, stopping at her breasts to lick and suck her nipples because they’re fucking perfect tits.
She bucks her hips and I slide her leggings off. “No underwear?” I ask.
“I had a birthday wish that underwear would’ve gotten in the way of.”
“Was I what you wanted to blow instead of the candles?”
“You totally got me,” Charlotte says, her smile growing as I move down, kissing her belly.
“I’m happy to make that wish come true after I make you scream my name while I feast on you.” She lies before me naked, and I wish I was a painter so I could have an image of this forever. “Open your legs for me, baby.”
She does and I kiss all the way down until I’m at the heart of her. I run my tongue slowly from her opening up to her clit, eliciting a moan from her lips. I continue to draw pleasure from her, circling around the nub, flicking it, and changing the rhythm. Charlotte shifts her hips, her hands threading through my hair, holding me as her orgasm nears.
I don’t stop. I keep my pace, wanting her to come, needing to be the one that makes her lose control the way she does to me.
“I can’t...I need . . .” She pants, her legs tighten around my head as I lick faster and start to finger her. Her pussy milks my finger, the muscles contracting as I keep my pace. “Rowan!” She screams my name and her body locks as her orgasm tears through her.
I don’t let up, not until I feel her fully relax, and then I kiss my way back up her body before removing the rest of my clothes and adjusting her until I’m nestled between her legs.
“Charlotte,” I say as she fights for breath. Her beautiful eyes find mine, and she smiles. “I’m going to make love to you now.”
I’ve never said those words. Not once have I ever thought of this as more than a fuck. Not this time. Not with her. I have no idea what the hell we’re doing. How we’re supposed to get through all the obstacles in front of us, but I’ll fight until I have nothing left.
Her hand moves to my face, her finger brushing across my lips, then my cheek, then down my nose. “I will never recover from this, will I?”
“I sure as hell hope not because I know I won’t.”
“I want you inside me. I want you. Just you.”
I move a little, pushing inside her, and inch by inch she surrounds me. The two of us never break our connection as I take my time, savoring her heat, wetness, and the way every time I push deeper, I feel something else inside my heart shift.
Charlotte Sullivan, the girl I’ve spent years despising, wanting to destroy, wishing would disappear from my life because she drove me crazy, is now everything to me.
A tear trickles down her cheek when I’m fully seated. Before I can ask if I hurt her or what’s wrong, she speaks. “I’ve never felt this. I’ve never been so...God, it feels so good, but it’s more. I...I...fuck, I don’t hate you.”
I close my eyes at the words I’ve been terrified of my entire life. If a woman ever came close to saying it, I’d already be getting dressed, but not this time. I don’t want to run. I don’t want to leave. I want to hear them over and over. “Say it again.”
“I like you.”
“Again,” I demand as I pull back and rock forward.
“I like you, damn you.”
My hips continue to move, watching as tears move down her cheeks as she says it over and over.
The speed we set with her words drives the two of us forward again. I hold back even though my orgasm is approaching quickly.
