Page 113 of Tempting Promises
“I’m close,” I warn.
“Me too.”
I reach between us, my thumb pressing against her clit. “Charlotte, look at me.” When her eyelids lift, I move a little faster. I want to say words I’ve never said before, but I can’t. Not yet. Not until we figure out what all of this means. “I don’t hate you at all. I dream about your smile, your smart mouth, the way you love that horrible city. I fucking live for how you make me crazy. I crave those little noises you make when you sleep.” Her muscles contract around me, and I rub harder. “I hate how you make me want to want things that I’ve never thought about before. Fuck, Charlotte, I don’t hate you. I don’t hate you at all. Come with me, baby. Come with me.”
Her back arches and I feel her orgasm take hold. There’s not a chance in hell I can hold back, the two of us find the pinnacle together. Charlotte has just ruined me and saved me at the same time.
We clean up, and I toss on my shorts, head downstairs for the most-definitely melted waffles and ice cream, and bring the soupy mess up to bed. I’m not really sure what the fuck happens now. I’ve never really dated a woman, let alone loved her.
Hell, I wasn’t even sure I could love someone romantically. Love to me always felt like some line of bullshit that people said to explain codependency. My mother loved everyone. She loved and loved to the point that it almost killed her.
It seemed to weaken everyone, make them do dumb shit in the name of love.
Yet, I couldn’t stop myself from falling for her. Maybe I am weak. Maybe I’m a complete and total jackass, but I know that I love this maddening woman, even if I’m not ready to say it yet.
I get back upstairs, and Charlotte is in the bed and hopefully still naked under the sheets.
“You know that’s completely melted now,” she says when she sees my hands full with the plates.
“It is, but you and I are going to have at least some. I didn’t make you a cake, so this is the closest you’re getting.”
She shifts so she’s up against the headboard and then takes the plate from me.
“Did you make the waffle?” she asks.
“Do I look like I know how to make waffles?”
Charlotte laughs. “No.”
“They’re from a box. Now eat because you’re going to need sustenance to keep up. I’m going to be very greedy.”
“I thought this was my day of yes.”
I smirk. “You’re going to say yes, and oh God, and Rowan, you’re so fucking big, and I’ve never had anyone make me come so much.”
“I’m going to be very chatty.”
“If I’m really inventive, I’m sure I can find a way to keep you quiet.”
She laughs. “I’m sure you can, but remember, this is my day and you said I can have whatever I want.”
I wiggle my brows. “Which is why I’m here. You’re welcome.”
She leans over and kisses my cheek. “Thank you.”
I roll up the waffle and dip it into the melted ice cream. Charlotte does the same and then takes the piece out of my hand and eats that.
“What the hell, you little food thief?” I protest.
“I’m hungry.”
“You have a very bad habit of taking food out of my hand and eating it, which you said you wouldn’t do.”
She grins and leans over to me. “Yet, you still find me irresistible. Anyway, it’s my birthday, which overrides any previous agreements.”
I laugh and put my plate down, then pull her against my chest. We lie here, her hand resting over my heart.
Charlotte looks up at me. “I wanted this so much. It’s been so hard to keep away from you, especially in New York. All I wanted was for you to come to my room and tell me you needed me.”
