Page 20 of Air Of Mystery (Witches On The Hill #4)

The room was cozily small, and there was a light burning low on the nightstand.

Those were my only impressions. Because suddenly I wasn’t paying attention to anything else as he was lowering me down to his quilt-covered bed.

Charlie’s hands passed over me, ultimately dipping below my skirt to slowly travel up my bare legs.

I trembled when he trailed his fingertips over the edges of my panties.

He knelt on the edge of the mattress, bending over to kiss me again.

While his lips captured mine, he slowly skimmed his fingers over my most sensitive area, causing me to shudder.

For a moment or two I lay back and enjoyed. ..but then I grew too impatient.

I wanted all of him. I wanted everything.

Reaching for his slacks I began to unbuckle and unzip so I could explore him even as he was exploring me. I slid my hand inside his slacks, shoved his briefs aside and down past his hips, and was rewarded with feeling him at last.

Long, smooth, hard and ready to go, I measured his length with my hands and now he was the one who trembled.

I pulled my mouth from his. “Hurry.”

He smiled and dipped a finger inside of me. “There’s no rush.”

“Oh gods,” I managed as he slowly added a second and then began to slide them slowly in and out.

In retaliation I tightened my grip on him. “I don’t like to be teased,” I warned him.

“Are you sure you don’t?” he asked as he circled that little bundle of nerves. “You’re very wet.”

“You keep doing that and I’m going to scream,” I warned him.

“Maybe I like knowing I could make you scream.”

I was going to start panting in a moment.

Charlie moved over me, and I immediately opened my legs for him.

The skirt with its long slit fell obligingly out of the way.

I pressed against his lower back with my hand, urging him on, and he hesitated only long enough to yank my panties aside.

I heard them rip and only pulled him in closer.

A second later he was easing inside of me.

I gasped at the stretching sensation; then with one strong thrust, he went deep, and I shouted my pleasure against his shoulder.

With a low growl, he began to move, and I wrapped my legs around him and held on.

The headboard began to slap against the wall in time with his strokes and hearing that tipped me right over the edge.

I screamed as the orgasm hit, and then I screamed again, as my orgasm went on and on, until he dropped his mouth over mine to muffle the sound. His tongue went deep, and I clamped down all my muscles around him and felt his reaction.

He was shouting into my mouth from his own release and yet he continued to thrust, the headboard still bouncing off the wall…

Charlie slowed his movements and settled down over me. In the now quiet room, I held him close and tried to relearn how to breathe.

“I knew it,” I said after catching my breath.

He lifted up enough to peer down at my face. “Knew what?”

“I knew this would be...” I hesitated, searching for the right word. “Epic,” I decided.

His smile was everything.

“Epic,” he said. “Maybe I could get that printed on a t-shirt.”

“There you go,” I said as he lowered his mouth to my breasts and began to kiss and nip at them through the fabric of my dress.

“Missed these,” he said as he continued to sample. “Maybe next time you won’t be in such a rush, and I can actually get you naked first.”

“Maybe.” I ran my hand through his hair and sighed. “I’m not making you any promises. I’ve had a few months of wanting you built up, and I couldn’t wait any longer.”

He stopped what he was doing and withdrew. Before I could ask what he was about, he stood beside the bed and began to strip down. I stayed where I was and enjoyed the show. He was magnificent.

“I’m suddenly very sorry that I didn’t think to yank that polo shirt off you before we got down to business,” I told him.

“Roll over for me,” he said, his voice brusque.

With a shudder of pleasure, I did so immediately.

I felt him unzip the back of my dress, then unhook my bra.

My breath was hitching in my chest when he slipped the sandals from my feet.

Once that was done, he guided me back over and began to peel the dress off of me, slowly.

Charlie finally pulled the dress completely free and stood beside the bed, gazing down at me.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.

I opened my mouth to say that I was too skinny, but the words died in my throat. Standing beside the bed as he was, I had a full view. There was a look in his eyes that made me smile, and I saw, to my delight, that he was ready to go. Again.

I reached out for him. “Bring that over here. Right now.”

He eluded my grasp. “So impatient.”

“Always.”

He whispered a suggestion that had me considering him anew. “If I were to do that,” I asked, “would you stop tormenting me and get back in the bed?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Okay.” I moved back to the center of the bed and adjusted my legs as requested.

“Wider,” he said, and I moved to comply.

Slowly he eased onto the bed and began to crawl his way up and over me. Charlie paused at my belly, pressing kisses over my skin. It was a moment before he began cruising toward my hip. I tried to hold still but it was almost impossible.

“Skye,” he murmured against my skin. “You may want to hold on to something.”

I automatically grabbed for the wooden headboard and was rewarded when he slithered down and buried his face between my legs. I shouted my pleasure at the ceiling as he licked and kissed and generally made me crazy with his tongue.

This orgasm was more intense than the first, and I was still blinking the stars from my eyes when I felt him hook his hand beneath one of my knees and pull me open even farther. A moment later, he was thrusting home, and I arched my back with the pleasure of feeling him inside of me once again.

“Charlie!” I shouted his name.

“Go ahead and yell all you want,” he growled in my ear. “I like it when you do, and no one can hear us out here.”

It’s a good thing no one could. Because I shouted the walls down.

***

Somewhere around midnight we woke. After a quick clean up, we ended up in his kitchen eating turkey and Swiss cheese sandwiches.

I was wearing a T-shirt of his as we sat at the table.

Fortunately, the shirt hit me mid-thigh.

Since my underwear was toast, at least I didn’t have my bare bottom resting on the chair.

Charlie, resplendent in a pair of gym shorts—and nothing else—placed a bag of potato chips on the table and I dug in.

“Tastes great,” I said over a mouthful of sandwich. “I was starving.”

He sat beside me. “I had initially planned on fixing you dinner.”

“Oh yeah?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Were you going to try and impress me with your culinary skills?”

“I was,” he said. “No one to blame but yourself that you ended up with a sandwich.”

I patted his thigh under the table. “Don’t worry Charlie, you already impressed the hell outta me tonight—with your skills in the bedroom.”

That comment made him laugh. “You’re something. You know that?”

Deliberately I tossed my hair. “So I’ve been told.”

“Do you have plans this weekend?”

“The family is doing a barbeque Saturday...” I hesitated and checked the clock on the wall. “Make that today, before my parents head home Sunday morning.”

“In Alton, at the house on the hill?”

“Yeah, it’s big enough to hold all of us, and we’ve got the back patio area too, so long as the weather holds. You’re welcome to join us if you wish.”

He shook his head. “I work Saturday night and Sunday morning—there’s three weddings here this weekend and one of the weddings on Saturday is large—but Sunday evening and all-day Monday I’m free.”

“Okay.” I nodded. “Let’s plan for Sunday evening and keep it simple. You come over to my place; I’ll cook for you. Do you have any food allergies?”

He smiled. “No.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll conjure us up something for dinner, and we’ll have the evening to ourselves.”

“Will your sisters be comfortable with me being there overnight?”

“I have my own private apartments on the third floor—in the attic,” I told him. “And yes, it’s fine.” Reaching for another chip, I did my best to sound casual. “You can stay the night if you want.”

“We could go out for breakfast on Monday,” he suggested.

“We could.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he said, sliding his hand over one of mine.

I flipped my hand over so our fingers could entwine. “Sounds like a great plan.”

I stayed with Charlie for the rest of the night. After our midnight supper we cuddled on his couch to watch a movie, and before long the T-shirt I wore was gone and his shorts were tossed to the floor.

We didn’t make it to the bedroom that time.

When dawn rolled around, we were woken by Charlie’s cell phone ringing. It was Ryder calling to share the news of the baby’s arrival.

He and Angela had a girl. The baby weighed eight pounds and was twenty inches long. They were naming her Rosalind, and both mother and baby were doing well. After the phone call ended, Charlie and I snuggled back up together and snoozed for a while longer.

Eventually I had to go, and as he walked me down the stairs to my car, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so relaxed and contented.

He took the keys and opened my car door for me. “Text me when you get back in Alton.”

“Sure,” I said, going up on my toes to kiss him goodbye.

He lingered over the kiss, and I sighed happily over it...and him.

***

The family barbeque was a blast, and on Sunday morning, I drove my folks to the airport.

It was almost a two hour round trip—including me stopping to get the fixings for dinner and a quick zip into the Hearth Witch Bakery for dessert.

By the time I arrived home, I had the place to myself.

Brynn was over at Austin’s, and Kenna was still at her bakery.

I hustled up the stairs to the attic, put away my groceries, and gave my apartment a good cleaning.