Page 18 of Hooked On The One That Got Away (Miss Lovelock’s Agency for Broken Hearts #3)

Chapter Eighteen

Willow eased down Charlie’s boxer briefs and ran her thumb up the underside of his erection, now freed from its confines, relishing the way it bucked under her touch.

She bent her head and licked the small drop off the tip, but before she could take it in her mouth, Charlie cupped her face, and said, roughly, ‘I’m on an absolute hair trigger here. Do that and it’s all over.’

Willow raised her head to see Charlie’s expression shifting between manly defiance and desperate pleading, the latter currently winning by a mile.

‘Oh my,’ she said, failing to hide her amusement. ‘We can’t have that, can we?’

‘Glad you find it funny,’ muttered Charlie.

It was true, Willow was enjoying the sense of power she had over him. Every atom in her body ached for him, but she was prepared to take it slowly because doing so would be torture for Charlie. She still hadn’t quite forgiven him for the house.

Charlie had already whipped off his T-shirt and boxer briefs, and the sight of his beautiful naked body, lean, muscular and very ready, sent such intense pulses of lust to her centre she thought she might actually come on the spot.

Her fingers trembled a little as she began to undress, but she deliberately didn’t hurry.

She could hear Charlie’s ragged breathing as he watched her.

He had a firm grip on the base of his erection, forcing it to behave.

Willow imagined him inside her, filling her with his silky hardness, and she fumbled to undo her bra strap.

Then she was naked, too, and she and Charlie stood and stared, drinking each other in.

Everything so familiar, and yet feeling like the first time, with all its self-consciousness and nerves.

‘Look at you,’ Charlie breathed.

He closed the gap between them, and with a fingertip, traced a burning trail across her collar bone, and over her left breast, causing her nipple to harden and Willow to shiver with an almost painful pleasure.

Charlie’s brown eyes were almost black with desire and there was a light sheen of sweat on his skin.

Willow moved closer still, close enough to reach her arms around and grip his taut rear end.

Charlie groaned as she ground herself against his erection.

His legs were shaking with the effort of keeping control, but just as Willow was about to reverse her decision to take it slow, he dropped down onto his knees and slid his tongue into her sodden cleft.

Willow let out a moan of longing and twined her fingers in Charlie’s hair to steady herself.

The firm, confident flicks of his tongue, over her centre and down into her sensitive depths, sped her towards orgasm, and then a thrust of his fingers tipped her over the edge, and she cried out as she burst into a thousand points of light.

She was barely aware of Charlie’s soft continued finger strokes drawing out her pleasure.

What she did know is that she wanted him inside her right now.

‘Fuck me,’ she demanded, breathlessly. ‘Fuck me, Charlie, hard as you can.’

He stood up, placed one hand on her left buttock, and with the other hooked her right leg around his hip.

And then he was inside her, and the electric feel of his hardness made her gasp.

Charlie’s grip on her was almost painful but she didn’t care.

Every strong, powerful thrust was feeding her need for him, her need to be filled to the brim with him, and she wanted him never to stop.

She could feel the heat inside her building again and she responded to his thrusts with renewed urgency.

Charlie cursed under his breath but kept up the pace, and as Willow’s second orgasm blazed through her, he gave a shout and climaxed with a set of last fierce thrusts.

They clung together in a hot, damp fuse of bodies, trembling with exertion and the aftermath of orgasm. Then Charlie lost his grip on her thigh, and as they stumbled, he slid out of her. Willow moaned with regret. Charlie laughed softly and kissed her.

‘Good thing I changed the sheets this morning,’ he murmured. ‘We really made use of that bed.’

Willow hung her arms around his neck. ‘My knees are giving out,’ she said. ‘Lying down sounds like a fine thing.’

‘If I were a gentleman, I’d carry you,’ said Charlie, holding her lightly at the waist. ‘But my knees are in a worse state than yours. They’re not supposed to be bent at that angle for so long.’

‘I don’t think it was more than five minutes,’ said Willow, with a grin.

‘Stop casting slurs on my manhood, woman.’

Charlie kissed her, once, hard. ‘God,’ he said. ‘I feel like a ninety-year-old man.’

‘Bad luck,’ said Willow. ‘All you’ve got is a thirty-year-old woman.’

Charlie laughed, and the pair of them stumbled to the bed and flopped down on their backs with relief.

It wasn’t their old bed. Willow had wanted badly to sell it when she moved out, but beds were expensive, so she’d kept it and made do with new sheets.

This bed was firmer. One of those orthopaedic mattresses, Willow guessed.

And very classy bed linen that was actual linen, blue with a fine white stripe.

When she and Charlie had met, he’d had a duvet cover with SpongeBob SquarePants on it.

And he’d been quite reluctant to give it up.

She rolled on her side and propped herself up on her elbow so she could look down at Charlie.

He had his eyes closed. His hair was a shaggy tangle, with a couple of stray locks, still dampened with sweat, stuck to his forehead.

As Willow smoothed them back, Charlie opened his eyes to gaze up at her.

His mouth rose in a smile, and Willow pushed her fingertip into the dimple that appeared.

‘You’re so much leaner,’ she said. ‘I thought this might be gone forever.’

Charlie’s smile faded and he stared at her with a hard, bright intensity. ‘I thought you might be gone forever,’ he said. ‘Is it possible this is a dream?’

Considering the sequence of mad, possibly magical, events that had brought them back together, Willow had to concede that it could be.

She’d often been naked in dreams and very often in bed with Charlie.

But her dreams didn’t smell like sweat and sex and, very faintly, Rexona Sports Defence 48Hour.

And she wasn’t being forced to sit an exam she hadn’t studied for or scoop up teeth that had fallen out.

She felt confident enough in her answer.

‘It’s real,’ she said. ‘We did have sex standing up, and you definitely still owe me half a brownie.’

Charlie’s eyes widened. ‘Shit! We didn’t use anything!’ He gazed at her horrified. ‘Willow, I’m so sorry. I should have–’

‘I’m on the pill,’ said Willow. ‘Still. And I suppose I thought you …’

She broke off, suddenly embarrassed.

‘You thought correctly,’ Charlie said. ‘I haven’t had sex with anyone else.’

‘Good,’ said Willow, evenly, meeting his eye. ‘Because if you had , I’d be heading downstairs to grab a kitchen knife.’

‘Hmm,’ said Charlie. ‘Suppose now’s not the ideal time to ask you the same question?’

‘You will never ask me that question,’ said Willow. She smacked him lightly on the head. ‘Because you know the bloody answer!’

Charlie reached up, stroked her hair, caressed the side of her face, and ran his thumb lightly over her lips.

‘I love you, Willow Taylor,’ he said. ‘I can’t believe you waited for me, but I’m so, so grateful that you did.’

Willow kissed him. ‘I love you, too, Charlie McKay.’

Then she slid her hand lightly down over his firm abs, feeling them twitch with desire beneath her touch, and met his erection as it rose to greet her.

‘Now, considering how long I’ve been waiting,’ Willow told him.’ I think you’d better start seriously making up for lost time.’