Page 62 of If My Wishes Came True
Charlie Sutton is the man of my dreams, and I don’t want to waste another second taking things slow with him.
But—dammit. What ifhestill wants to wait?
Oh, to hell with it. I’m going over there. If he isn’t ready to take our relationship to the next level, he’ll let me know.
With tears in my eyes and a smile on my face, I slam the journal shut and leave my apartment again.
I knock on Charlie’s door.
“Hey,” Charlie says, licking a little chocolate off his thumb. “I was just about to text you. Did you come back for brownies? I swear I only had one small bite—maybe two.”
I laugh. “No, I didn’t come back for brownies, Charlie. I came back for you.”
I grab him by the shirt collar and plant my lips on his. Within seconds, his hands are on my waist, pressing me into his hard body, where I belong.
He pulls me into his apartment and slams the door shut behind us. I lean against it, and he takes his kisses up my neck as I work to unbutton his shirt. “You’re still in the driver’s seat,” he whispers in my ear.
I strip him down to his undershirt and slide my fingertips under the hem and over every ripple of his abs. “I need this to come off, too,” I direct him.
“Yes, ma’am.” He pulls off the white tee, and that chest I’ve been dreaming about all day practically gleams with the goldenglow of his skin. I move my hands over his perfect pecs, across his broad shoulders, and down his muscular arms.
“If you still want to wait to have sex, that’s okay,” I tell him. “We can just make out. But I’m ready to go all the way, when you are.”
Charlie laces his fingers with mine. “What made you change your mind?”
“Besides your beach body?” I joke.
He chuckles.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel this way about someone,” I tell him.
He exhales deeply. “Me too.”
I sigh with relief. But before we take this to the bedroom, I want to make sure Charlie and I are on the same page. As desperate as I am for us to fully explore our physical attraction to each other—without silly rules, like “no tongue”—I also don’t want him to feel rushed.
“Are you still afraid of jumping into this too fast?” I ask.
Charlie scrapes a hand over his jaw. “Feels like it’s been a lifetime since I said that.”
I giggle. “I’m pretty sure it was yesterday.”
He heaves out a breath. “Well, then I guess I changed my mind, too. You opened your whole heart to me tonight when you told me about your past. You showed me who you are, and…I love what I saw,” he tells me with an unwavering gaze.
I blink back a tear.
He looks down at me and half-smiles. “I’m not going to say no to you, Jenna. I don’t think I have it in me. So, if you wantme, I’m yours.”
This is really happening. The man of my dreams wants me.
Charlie Sutton is mine.
“I want you more than anything,” I say before I kiss him.
Just after our lips meet, thunder roars in the distance. It’s not Charlie’s phone this time, but a late summer storm. The rain starts pelting down, tapping against the windows as we kiss.
While his fingers are traveling up the nape of my neck and into my hair, my hands go to his belt, which I yank off without tearing my mouth from his.
He grips my waist and lifts me effortlessly to wrap my legs around him. Then shirtless Charlie carries me to his bed, where I’ve longed to be since the moment I met him.
