Page 105 of If My Wishes Came True
Charlie shifts on top ofme. “You nervous?”
I heave a sigh. “I just want it to be perfect, you know?”
“No, I don’t know…becauseperfectis no longer in my vocabulary,” he teases. Then he peels off my tank top and kisses my breasts. “Unless we’re talking about these…”
“Mmm,” I moan as his tongue flicks my nipple.
He pulls off my underwear next.
“Or maybe we’re talking about this,” he says, tracing circles between my thighs with his fingers before he slowly slides one inside me. “Becausethisis definitely perfect.”
I arch my back, my entire body pulsing with need. “I honestly don’t know what we were talking about anymore, Charlie.”
“Well, then…I guess my work here is done.” He props himself on his elbow and licks his finger, savoring the way I taste.
“Not so fast,” I say, pressing my hands against his chest, then straddling him when he’s flat on his back. I take my turn planting kisses on his chest, then work my way down his abs and slide off his boxers.
There was a time when people-pleasing Charlie was so focused on pleasuring me that he’d rarely let me reciprocate. Those days are over. Now I get to work on him with my mouth and tongue for as long as I want—which is typically as long as it takes for me to drive him so wild with desire that he pins me down and has his way with me.
It’s exactly what he’s doing right now, and it’s certainly helping me clear my head. Instead of worrying about how the day will unfold, all I can think about is how incredible it feels to have sex with someone who knows and loves me so completely.
I try my best to delay the orgasm Charlie’s orchestrating withhis deep thrusts, intent on enjoying our mind-blowing chemistry as long as I can. But a girl only has so much willpower. When I can’t hold back anymore, my soulmate reads my cues and unravels with me, making my climax that much more explosive.
Afterward, I lie on top of him, panting, and blissful—enjoying the feel of his heart beating against mine.
“Did that hit the spot?” he asks.
I giggle. “It hitallthe right spots. But now I need a shower,” I say, fanning my sweaty face.
“Same,” he replies. “I guess I’ll go back to my place. If we shower together, I can’t promise I’ll keep my hands off you, and I know Christy’s coming over soon.”
I nod. “Fair enough. But, for the record, I can’t wait for you to officially move in.”
“It’ll be like an endless summer,” he says with a smile, recalling our trip to Italy for his first official gig as a travel photographer.
It was magical. Three months of falling deeper and deeper in love with Charlie in one of the most romantic places in the world. We ate decadent meals, and had incredible sex. I painted breathtaking landscapes, while Charlie took stunning photographs. I’d never seen him happier. And when I snapped a picture of him in the Italian countryside with a camera strapped around his neck, I realized that my latest wish had come true.
Even amid those dreamy days and nights, though, my favorite part of our trip was falling asleep in my boyfriend’s arms and waking up next to him every morning. Charlie felt the same. So when we got back to Chicago, he found a subletter, who’ll be moving into his place next month.
Not much will change, since he’s practically living with me already. But I guess we’ll be taking more showers together, since Charlie Sutton can’t keep his hands off me. Oh, well.
“Until then, enjoy the extra space in your closet,” he says, putting his boxers back on. “Soon it’ll be full of perfectly tailored suits that I don’t plan to wear very often.”
“I don’t mind. You don’t have to wear a thing—I prefer you naked, anyway.”
“Oh, I know where your priorities are, Jenna Andersen,” he teases as he puts on the rest of his clothes.
“I love you,” I say, while he’s grabbing his keys from my dresser.
He walks to my side of the bed and leans down to give me a kiss. “I love you more.”
I just shake my head, smiling at him.
“I’ll see you later,” he tells me. “And don’t be nervous. I’ll be by your side the entire night.”
I chuckle. “You’d better be.”
He winks at me, then leaves for his apartment.
