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Chapter forty-six

I think we’re gonna need more brownie

Jake

H er breath catches as I drag slow, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, skimming her delicate skin as her fingers tangle in my hair. They flex, like she’s trying to say everything she can’t with words. The apology, the need, the fire simmering between us.

And fuck, I’m ready to burn for her.

“I missed you so much,” she whispers, her voice shaky as her hands slip under my t-shirt, fingertips like fire on my skin.

A low growl rumbles through me as I kiss my way down her throat, breathing her in. Mine.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, Charlie girl.” I nip at her pulse point, pulling a soft moan from her lips.

My hands grip her hips, lifting her onto the counter. Her legs wrap around me, pulling me in, and I press against her, groaning at the feel of her body against mine.

Pushing her top up, my mouth finds her skin warm and soft beneath me. “You don’t know how hard it’s been,” I tug her bra down to suck a nipple into my mouth, “hearing your voice but not being able to touch you.”

She lets out a shaky laugh, her body arching into me. “Oh, I know it’s been hard ,” she teases, slipping her hands under my shirt, pulling it over my head

I chuckle darkly as I drag my teeth over her, letting my hands map her body like I need to memorize it all over again. But it’s not enough. It’s never enough with her.

“Turn around.”

S he shivers, but obeys—her feet hitting the floor. I spin her gently and press her over the counter, my hands gliding down her arms before covering her hands on the cool surface. She looks back at me with her wide eyes and parted lips, and fuck, the sight of her so vulnerable and willing has me rock hard in an instant.

I drag my hand down the curve of her spine, reveling in how she arches beneath me, her body begging without words. My hips press into her, letting her feel how hard I am already through the denim between us.

“Jake...” Her voice trembles with anticipation.

I undo her jeans, tugging them down just enough to bare her. My hand slides over the soft swell of her ass, squeezing gently before pulling her back against me.

“God, you’re perfect,” I growl, breath hot against her ear. “Walking around like you own me.”

She lets out a soft, sultry laugh. “Don’t I?”

Her boldness shoots straight to my cock. “Brat,” I murmur, gripping her hips harder. “But yeah, baby. You fucking do.”

She shivers, and I drink in the sharp inhale, the way her thighs clench like she's barely holding herself together.

Not happening.

Tonight, I’m going to wreck her. Every inch, every sound, every second of her surrender is mine. I kiss down the column of her throat, lips grazing her shoulder, sucking softly as she melts into me.

“Stay still,” I whisper, pressing her back down to the counter. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

“You already have,” she breathes, fingers gripping the counter tighter.

Sliding a hand between her legs, I groan when I find her soaked, already dripping for me. She gasps, pressing back against my fingers, her hips rolling instinctively.

“Jesus, Charlie,” I breathe, my free hand tightening on her waist, holding her still as I slide my fingers in.

She moans, and the sound drives me wild as I curl my fingers slowly, reveling in the way she clenches around me.

“Jake…”

I smile against her shoulder, my fingers slowly teasing. “You’re soaked,” I murmur, letting the filth drip into my voice. “So ready. You missed me, didn’t you? Been waiting for this all week.”

“Yes… fuck, yes.”

My eyes catch on the apology brownie, a wicked grin curling across my lips as an idea takes root. I swipe a bit of frosting and bring it to her lips.

“Taste.”

She glances back, her eyes wide. “What?”

I chuckle, dragging the frosting across her lips. “You heard me. Taste it while I fuck you.”

Her lips part around my fingers, and I watch her tongue slowly flick out to take the chocolate, her lips shiny, eyes hazy with pleasure. It undoes me.

Groaning, I yank her jeans down further, my other hand sliding back between her legs. She’s so ready, so wet, and the thought of fucking her right here right now pounds through me like a war drum.

“Good girl,” I say, sliding my fingers deeper into her, drawing another moan from her lips. “Taste good?”

She nods frantically. “So good.”

I lean in, letting my lips ghost over ear. “You want more?”

“Please…”

My fingers circle her clit, the movement deliberately slow as I swipe another bit of brownie. “Taste again.”

She takes it, her eyes meeting mine as she sucks it clean off my finger.

Fuck.

“You’re so close already, aren’t you?” My fingers move deeper, making her tremble. “My needy girl, ready to come all over my fingers.”

Her moan is desperate as her hips buck against me, searching for more. “Jake, I—”

“Say it,” I demand, curling my fingers and pulling a cry from her lips. “Tell me how much you missed me.”

“I missed you,” she says with a desperate breath. “God, I missed you so much. Please, I need to—”

“Not yet.” I ease back just enough to make her whine. She’s so close, but she's not coming yet. Not until I say.

“Please, Jake...”

“Tell me again,” I growl, unbuckling my jeans, my cock already aching for her. “Tell me how much you need me.”

“I need you so fucking much,” she gasps as I slide my fingers b ack through her, teasing her clit mercilessly. “ Please , Jake.”

That’s it. The sound of her begging, the tremor in her voice—it snaps my last thread of control.

I line myself up behind her, gripping her hips. “Fuck, I missed this,” I rasp, slowly pushing into her, taking her deep. “Feeling you wet and gripping me like you never wanna let go.”

Her body stretches around me, a breathy cry escaping as I fill her. I thrust slowly, my hands sliding to her ass, pulling her hard against me.

“So damn greedy” I husk, reaching for another swipe of brownie and smearing it across her lips. “Taking every inch like you’re welcoming me home. Like you’ve been waiting all week for me to remind you who you belong to.”

“Shit, God, don’t stop,” she moans as I bottom out, feeling her tighten around me.

"Fuck—" My grip tightens as I pull her back onto me harder, faster. "Every damn time, baby. Nothing even comes close to fucking this pussy.”

She’s trembling, so close, her body barely holding on.

'“Jake, please—”

“You don’t come ’til I say,” I murmur, slowing my movements just enough to make her squirm beneath me. I dip my fingers into the brownie again, slipping them into her mouth. “Taste.”

Her breath hitches, body shaking, held right on the edge. I’m the only one who can give her what she needs, and it makes me feral for her.

I thrust deep again, my hand sliding up her back to grip the base of her neck, controlling every damn movement.

“Fuuuck!” She's desperate now, bowing her back and grinding against me.

“God yes, just like that. Stay with me.”

My fingers dig into her as I pick up my pace, hands clutching her ass as I pound into her relentlessly, relishing the sound of our skin slapping together.

“Fuck, Charlie,” I grit out, barely holding it together as she clenches around me.

Her breath comes in short, desperate bursts, and I feel the tension coiling in her. Her body tightens, and I feel the shift—the edge of control slipping.

“Now,” I growl, thrusting deep again, my hand finding her clit and slapping it against the wetness. “Come for me.”

Crying out, her body convulses, falling apart beneath me as I keep driving into her, milking every last wave of her release. Her head drops to the counter, her body trembling as she collapses, spent.

I follow her, groaning loud as I come, pressing kisses to her back as my body shudders against hers.

“You’re fucking mine,” I murmur against her damp skin, chest heaving as I catch my breath. “Forever.”

A shaky laugh tumbles from her. “Jesus, Jake…”

I chuckle, kissing up the curve of her neck. “That apology brownie hit the spot.”

She turns in my arms, cheeks flushed, a lazy smirk on her face. “I think we’re gonna need more brownies.”

My snicker rumbles through me as I scoop her up, her own laughter soft against my chest, body still trembling in the aftermath. There's frosting smeared at the corner of her lips, and when I lick it off, her eyes sparkle.

"Let’s get you upstairs," I murmur.

Her arms loop around my neck, breath easing into a gentle rhythm as she melts against me. The wildness from earlier fades with every step I take up to her room, each beat of her breath against my chest anchoring me in something quieter. Softer. Like the world’s taking a breath and leaving just us behind.

I lower her to the bed, my hands lingering at her waist, watching her sink into the pillows. Her eyes search mine, and I see the same thing I’ve been feeling all night. Certainty.

"Come here," she whispers, reaching out for me.

I climb in beside her, pulling her close. My lips brush slowly over her shoulder, up her neck, over her jaw. Downstairs was desperate and raw. But here in this space, it’s just us. No rush. Just me and her.

There’s a tenderness now, the kind that only comes after you’ve seen someone bare their soul. And fuck, she’s done that tonight. She let me in—completely.

"I love you, Charlie," I whisper against he r skin, my hands gliding down her sides. "I’ve loved you for so long, even before I knew it."

Her fingers find mine, threading together. She doesn’t hesitate, doesn't overthink. Just looks up at me with that kind of trust that wrecks me.

"Then show me," she breathes.

So I do.

This time is different. I take my time, exploring every inch of her like it’s the first time all over again. I kiss her slowly and deliberately, like I’m sealing the night's confessions into her.

She presses closer, her body so warm and plaint under me, breath catching as I sink inside her, but there’s no rush. No frenzy. It’s something deeper, almost sacred. Like worship, like prayer. I’m cherishing every second, every inch of her, revering the feel of her skin under my hands. Like every touch is a vow.

My hand cradles her cheek, and I watch—her parted lips, the way her eyes soften and turn dreamy as she pulls me close. She’s the one who sees the parts of me I’ve kept hidden, the dark spaces where I thought nothing good could grow.

And she fills them all.

Her fingers tighten in mine, our hands tangled above her head as I dot featherlight kisses over her throat, my breath catching as the weight of it all settles in.

She’s everything.

I love her in the cracks of time, in the pauses, in the places people forget to look. Even in the dark spaces where nothing else exists, she’s there. Filling everything.

The thought crashes over me, and I kiss her again, letting it sink deep into my bones. She’s not just a part of my life, she’s the best part.

She always was.

Her breath hitches, and she whispers my name as her body trembles beneath mine. I watch her let go, and it undoes me. The moment is infinite and quiet, stretching as I hold her tight, anchored in her as we fall apart together.

For a while we just lie there tangled in each other, breathing in sync with the soft rhythm of the night around us. My hand trails up her arm, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead.

She shifts beside me, turning to face me fully, her fingers drawing lazy circles on my chest. “I think I love you in every universe,” she whispers.

Her words thrum through me, and I press a hard kiss to her temple, lingering there, trying to gather myself. All I can manage is a hoarse, “Me too,” before I bury my face in her hair, holding her close.

We fall asleep like that, wrapped up in each other. No noise, no chaos. Just us and the quiet hum of the night, steady and sure.