Page 110 of Deep In Love
As scared as she’s been, she’s never truly pushed me away. She throws up the walls to protect herself, but she leaves a door wide open for anyone daring enough to walk through it and see everything she tries to hide.
Desire compounds at the base of my cock, and though she’s barely touched me, I’m aching for her. I need nothing more than a weighted glance and I’d be on my knees for her. She’s far more powerful than she gives herself credit.
The seed of discomfort that planted itself in my chest from her confession fades away with her touch—soft, exploratory, admiring. I stand between her thighs while her hands continue their path, working over my shoulders and across the muscles of my back to settle on my ass.
She tugs, and I stumble into her, palming my hands on the desk to stabilize myself.
The sweet sound of her giggles ricochets around my chest as she squeezes my ass.
“It’s unnatural,” she murmurs against my lips, “how attractive you are. There’s only one explanation.”
“Oh?”
She presses forward and takes my bottom lip between her teeth, nipping until the metallic tang of blood hits my tongue.
“My spell was a reverse curse. Instead of horrible hair, it made youmoreattractive. I don’t know if it makes me a horrible witch or the best the world’s ever seen.”
A surprised laugh escapes me, lifting the somber energy lingering in the air, and she steals the sound. Her fingers tangle into the rogue strands of hair at the nape of my neck—the ones I can no longer tame thanks to Charlie’s exploring hands.
Despite what she thinks, her cursedidwork. I no longer have perfect hair.
I release a shuddered breath when her fingers tug at the strands, a small pinch of pain adding to the pleasure zapping across my skin.
Kissing her is the high of a scientific discovery. Each moment we have is new and uncharted, and I could spend the rest of my life exploring with her. Learning about her. Building her up.Loving her.
Charlie wraps her legs around my torso and pulls me against the desk, my erection pressed to her inner thigh. She gasps and drags her fingernails down my chest until she’s dangerously close to the elastic of my briefs.
Her finger trails back and forth, dipping between the waistline before retreating.
She’s teasing me, and the smile brushing my skin tells me she’s proud of how I twitch beneath her palm when shefinallydrags her hand along my shaft.
She’s going to be my fucking undoing.
“Be careful, bruja,” I whisper, and she shudders as my breath hits her skin.
“Or what?” she counters, full of defiance. Her chin tilts up in triumph but falls back when I tweak her nipple between my fingers, twisting the bud.
“Oh, shit.”
I take her other nipple in my mouth, leaving small red marks along her skin before lifting her from the table. She yelps when I grab the band of her shorts and tug them off, leaving her bare.
“You are stunning,” I say, pushing a strand of hair from her face. She blushes, red creeping down her neck, but she doesn’t lookaway. Her irises swirl with something I’ve never seen before—not from her. It rips the air from my lungs.
“Mateo, I—”
“Tell me later, bruja.” If she says what Ithinkshe might say—what I want to say to her—then I want to hear it later, when I have the time to hear it over and over and let the words settle deep into my soul. “Sit on the desk.”
She stares at me, stunned, but recovers when I drop my boxers and take myself into my palm, working my hand up and down my shaft. Perched at the edge of the desk, Charlie watches with uninhibited desire, and the lust builds at the base of my spine.
“Scoot back,” I command, dropping between her legs and spreading her thighs open as she moves farther onto the desk.
She hisses as the cold cabin air hits her soaked flesh.
“Such a pretty pussy.” I drag a finger up her slit, coating it in her arousal. She’s fucking drenched, and I’ve barely touched her. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
Charlie’s jaw unhinges, her chest heaving as she stares down at me. I push her knees up until she’s completely splayed out. She squirms when I kiss the inside of her left calf, working my way up the soft flesh until I’m hovering between the apex of her thighs.
I graze my thumb over her clit.
