Page 66 of Unearthed Dreams
Jesus fuck.The amount of self-restraint I’d shown over the last month—the last few months, honestly—was epic. I’d never wanted to bury my cock in someone so badly. Sure, I got off every damn day, but that perfect, tight pussy was practically begging me to fuck it every time I slipped my tongue or my fingers inside.
Now, the woman herself was begging.
How could I deny her?On her birthday?
I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
I’d done enough waiting too.
“You’re sure?” My voice came out rough, strained.
She nodded, her fingers trailing down my chest to play with the hem of my shirt. “I want it to be you. Here. Tonight.”
“But this... this needs to be perfect. You deserve?—”
“You.” She pushed up on her toes, bringing her lips a breath away from mine. “I deserve exactly what I want. And I want you, Kai.”
The sound of my name on her lips, soft and certain, snapped the last thread of my control. I lifted her, and her legs wrapped around my waist like they’d done dozens of times before—except this dance would end a little different tonight.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently. “Take me upstairs.”
My boots hit each stair with purpose, Charlie’s soft weight in my arms making me hyperaware of everywhere we touched.Her mouth found my neck, pressing feather-light kisses that had my grip tightening on her thighs.
I shouldered through my apartment door, kicking it shut behind us. Charlie’s laptop sat on my kitchen counter next to a coffee mug she’d left this morning. Her hairbrush on my dresser. Little pieces of her life scattered through mine.
“Put me down,” she whispered against my throat.
I set her on her feet but couldn’t make myself step back. Not when she was looking up at me like that—all trust and want and nervous excitement.
“We can go slow,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “We don’t have to?—”
She tugged at the hem of my shirt gently. “I don’t want slow. I want you.”
A growl tore from my throat as I yanked it off in one rough motion.
Charlie’s soft hands slid down my chest, over my stomach, and to the waistband of my jeans. She’d made me come in my fucking pants before, but never just from skin-on-skin contact—but fuck me if I wasn’t right there.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I feel like I should be asking you that,” I muttered as her fingertips traced a path along the skin just below my navel.
“Kai, I’m the virgin here. Why areyounervous?” A small sound escaped her lips and she slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Are youlaughingat me?”
“Absolutely not,” she mumbled into her palm, but her shoulders shook, giving her away.
“Well that’ll be about e-fucking-nough of that.” I bent atthe waist and threw her over my shoulder, carrying her the short distance to the bed, fireman-style.
Her giggles rang in my ears as she slapped my jean-clad ass and a wide grin stretched across my face. I tossed her on the bed and she bounced as her laughter echoed around the studio apartment.
I was on her in an instant, and she spread her legs to make room for me in the cradle of her hips. Her hands dove into my hair, freeing it from its tie so it hung like a curtain around my face—just the way she loved it, so she could run her fingers through it while I kissed her.
She was looking at me with those big, beautiful eyes, and I could hardly think, let alone speak. Elbows braced on either side of her head, I kissed her forehead and ran a gentle hand over her hair.
She was the first to break the silence with a quietly murmured confession.
“I love you, Kai.”
