Page 64 of If My Wishes Came True
“Not yet,” he teases.
I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his impressive length, and he groans as I stroke him.
“Two can play at this game,” I quip back, which Charlie responds to with a sexy grin.
I have to beg him for another inch. The incredible orgasm I just had is already a distant memory, and I’m chasing the next high.
I can feel him throbbing inside me. “Give me more, Charlie. I know you want to.”
He lets out a breathy laugh. “Think you can handle all of me, Jenna?”
When I nod, he pushes in all the way, hitting the deepest part of me. I’ve never felt anything like it before. Every time he thrusts into me, it sends a ripple of pleasure right through my core.
“I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life,” he whispers in my ear, and I have absolutely no doubt he’ll deliver.
But this time, as my ecstasy builds, I have the added turn-on of seeing the bliss in his eyes, hearing his moans and sighs, andfeeling how rock-hard he is inside me.
“You feel like heaven,” he says, which makes me deliriously happy.
We last longer than I expect to, considering how amazing the sex is. While the storm hits its crescendo, then starts to die down, we keep kissing, and touching, and pleasuring each other, experimenting with different positions. Every time I’m on the brink of unraveling, Charlie slows down, then builds back up again, over and over until the need for relief is so dire, we hit a point of no return.
When I start to shake again, he lets go of all restraint, and our climaxes become one.
And he’s right. It’s the best orgasm of my life.
Afterward, Charlie goes into the kitchen to get us water and comes back with my plate of brownies, which we eat together, naked in bed.
“These are leaps and bounds better than Sutton’s,” he says after his second one.
I giggle. “Best you ever had, right?”
Charlie chuckles before his smoldering gaze lands on me. “You’re the best I ever had, Jenna Andersen.”
And then he starts kissing me again.
When we finally go to sleep, it’s nearly dawn. As I fade into a dream, the last image in my head is of one of the sketches in my journal. I’m curled up in bed with my eyes closed, a smile on my face. And my rosy-cheeked lover’s arms are wrapped tightly around my waist—exactly the way Charlie is holding me.
Charlie Sutton had better be the one. Because he’s officially ruined me for all other men.
I wake up at 10:00 a.m. to the smell of coffee, as he sets a steaming hot cup on the nightstand beside me. I sit up, smiling, and stretch, feeling cozy in the worn college t-shirt I picked from his drawer to sleep in. Then I notice a tray on the bed with breakfast—two perfectly plated omelets that look like photographs torn from the pages ofBon Appetit, served with chicken sausage, fresh berries, and buttered multigrain toast.
I stare at the feast for several seconds before I give my boyfriend a sideways glance. “Did you go to culinary school somewhere in between graduating from Dartmouth at the top of your class and running the family business?” I ask, not entirely joking. “These omelets look like they were made by a French chef.” There are even fresh chives sprinkled on top.
Charlie shakes his head, grinning. “I watched a YouTube video this morning.”
“Of course you did,” I say with a smile back at him. As soon as he’s settled in bed beside me, I circle my arms around his neck and kiss him.
If it weren’t for the breakfast tray in our way, I know things would start getting hot and heavy between us. Immediately turned on, I take Charlie’s bottom lip between my teeth and pull ever-so-gently, which elicits a sexy groan.
“As tempted as I am to see where this is going,” he says, “we should probably eat first. If we’re going to spend the rest of the morning in bed, we’ll need the energy.”
“You don’t have to work?” I ask, my cheeks warming as I remember all the ways he pleasured me until sunrise.
“I told my assistant I was taking a personal day,” he says with a wink before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Lucky me,” I reply, now chomping at the bit to finish breakfast. There’s nothing I’d rather do than spend the morning in bed with Charlie, further exploring our undeniable chemistry.
This must be what it’s like for Dex and Sunny—and why he never gave up on getting her back. I’m so grateful he didn’t let me settle for a relationship without passion. Now I have everything I could ever hope for. Not only do I feel at ease with Charlie, but we have passion in spades.
