A New Leaf (Hemlock #1)

Chapter 32

Chapter Thirty-Two

Finn

Watching Charlie come completely undone on my tongue is an image that will live within me for the rest of my life. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, so sexy as her coming.

Deep down, I know I’ve jumped off of the edge without a hope of returning. The woman lying in front of me, with a flushed face, disheveled hair, and a smile on her face has ruined me for anyone else. After tonight, I won’t be able to get enough of her.

Lifting myself up off my knees, my eyes rake over her body, splayed out on top of the rumpled bedding. Her full breasts with pink nipples, lush thighs, and flushed skin are on full display. I’ve never seen anything so strikingly gorgeous in my life. Charlie’s chest is heaving, and there’s a sparkle in her eye, and a blissful smile makes the single dimple on her left cheek appear.

I make my way onto the bed and slide next to her. We’re both on our sides when I grip her face, kissing her deeply as she tangles her fingers in my hair. I groan at the feeling of her nails lightly scraping the nape of my neck. Charlie then removes her hand, trails her nails down my stomach, and traces the waistline of my boxer briefs. My heart races as a shiver runs straight down my spine at the feel of her touch, branding my skin.

Delicate fingers slip teasingly under the elastic, softly stroking the area just above my stiff cock. I’m so hard it’s painful but, as much as I want relief, I want this moment to last as long as possible. Her hand grips me as she begins to stroke me achingly slowly. I groan into her mouth and can feel her smiling into our kiss.

Our bodies are tangled with one another as we lie on the bed, exploring each other, taking our time learning what the other likes. Neither of us wants to rush this moment, but we are equally becoming impatient.

The room fills with heavy breaths, quiet moans, and whispered words. Charlie pulls her hand away from my cock, fingers caressing up my chest, and places her palm over my rapidly beating heart. Breaking our kiss, I gaze down at her glassy brown eyes and swollen pink lips. I place my hand over hers and we both look down at our intertwined hands, consumed by the intense desire to be touched by one another.

Charlie slowly rakes her warm eyes up to mine. Gently, her body leans into me, her face so close to mine that I can feel her hot breath on my lips. “Grab a condom.”

At this moment, those are the three most beautiful words strung together in the most perfect sentence. Reaching into my back pocket, I grab a condom out of my wallet before standing up and taking off the rest of my clothes. Charlie’s leaning back on her elbows in the bed, her generous curves and soft skin on full display. Grabbing a pillow, I place it under her hips so she’s angled just right. Confusion washes over her face. It appears she’s never been with a guy who’s done that for her.

Fucking amateurs.

I smirk. “Just trust me.” Giving her a wink, I quickly put the condom on and kneel on the bed between her legs. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes. Please,” she pants.

“I like it when you beg.”

“Oh fuck off and fuck me already.” She gives me a sexy smile, and I can’t help but laugh.

I start slow by running the head of my cock against her wet entrance, sliding up and down, and adding pressure against her clit. Her body shudders, so I do it once more before I just barely push the head of my cock into her entrance. Watching her face, her eyes flutter closed, and a soft moan escapes from her parted lips, I continue to slide in until she’s filled by my length. Once I’m buried deep inside her, a groan rumbles low in my chest as I slowly begin gliding in and out of her.

She’s warm and tight.

And all for me.

When I increase the pace, her head tips back, obscuring my view of her pretty face.

That won’t work. I need to see those big eyes and flushed cheeks with each thrust.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to see your face when my cock is deep inside of you,” I command.

As our bodies move in perfect rhythm, our eyes lock on to each other with intensity. Her lust-filled eyes make my heart beat erratically in my chest, only fueling my desire for this breathtaking woman.

My hands glide up and down her smooth legs, reveling in the feel of her hot skin beneath my touch. I can’t get enough of Charlie. Even though I’m inside of her, I still want more.

I lean forward, covering her body with mine, savoring the warmth radiating from her skin as she writhes below me with each thrust. My lips find hers with a hungry kiss and, when I pull back, our noses barely touch. Our breaths mingle together, hot with passion and want. With one arm braced on the bed next to her face, my other hand intertwines with her fingers above her head, and we get lost in each other’s eyes; an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and connection only heightening my ever-growing feelings for her.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper into her, and we both moan together at the heightened feeling. I bury my face into her neck as I quicken my pace, my boding sinking deeper into her.

“Fuck, it’s so good,” she breathes.

“I know, sweetheart. I know,” I say, low in her ear.

Charlie’s breathy moans are growing more desperate as my arousal intensifies.

Unlacing our fingers, I trail my hand down her trembling body. My fingertips brush over her hardened nipple, evoking a desperate whimper out of Charlie. When my fingers slide down to the apex of her thighs, I take two fingers and gently circle her clit, her body shuddering beneath my touch.

I love the way she responds to me.

Adding a little more pressure, Charlie cries out my name. Her nails bite into my biceps, holding onto me as her pleasure increasingly builds. My release is on the brink, and I feel myself about to tip over the edge. Her soft, sexy moans fill the air, her eyes glaze over with pleasure, and her face flushes with desire, creating a perfect storm.

But I need one more thing from her.

“I’m right there, Charlie. I need you to come for me again. Think you can do that for me?” My breath comes out ragged as I fight not to come before she does.

“I . . . I don’t know. It’s too much,” she whimpers.

I chuckle and lower my mouth to her ear as I whisper, “Close your eyes and just focus on what you’re feeling, okay? Don’t think, just feel, sweetheart. Feel everything I’m giving to you in this moment.” I give her earlobe a small nibble and she gasps. “You can handle this. I know you can.”

I feel her pussy flutter around my cock, her body starting to tremble. My fingers are still massaging her clit when I feel Charlie’s body tense and her breathing stutter. Her fingers now dig into the skin on my back as she grips me close to her. Her eyes flutter shut, and a moan escapes her lips as her orgasm consumes her.

“That’s my girl,” I murmur in her ear.

With a final thrust, my whole body shudders as my cock pulses inside of her. My eyes fall shut as intense pleasure courses through my body, hot and fast, leaving me breathless and panting. Our bodies are slick with a sheen of sweat as Charlie tightens her hold on me while I come down from my release.

Rolling off to the side, I lie next to her on the bed and pull her towards my chest, tucking her head under my chin.

“Well, that was something,” she says, out of breath.

Laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, we both break out in laughter. Charlie nuzzles closer into my chest with a content sigh. But as much as I would love to stay here, I desperately want to chug a glass of water and get Charlie a washcloth to help clean her up.

“Before we get too comfortable, I’m going to get us cleaned up. Stay here,” I say before pressing a kiss on the top of her head.

Once I walk into her bathroom, I dispose of the condom, hydrate, and dampen a washcloth. Making my way back to her bed, I see Charlie’s eyelids are getting heavy.

“Here, let me clean you up, sweetheart. Then I’ll settle you into bed before I head out,” I whisper.

“Can’t you stay?” Her voice is quiet with a whisper of vulnerability.

I’m stunned. She wants me to stay with her? Is she sure?

“You sure you want me to stay?”

She becomes more alert now. “Unless you have somewhere else to be, get your ass in bed and hold me, dammit. Don’t make me ask again.”

Assertive. I like it .

Looking down at her, I shake my head and smirk. She is such a spitfire, even when she’s exhausted. Before I get into bed, I clean her up and bring her a glass of water. When I step into her room, she’s already sound asleep. Setting the glass on her bedside table, I make sure her phone is plugged in and charging. I walk over to the opposite side of the bed, pull back the sage green covers and crawl under the soft sheets.

It’s been a long, long time since I’ve spent the night with a woman.

Do I give her space?

She did tell me to hold her. Maybe she changed her mind?

As if she could sense my thoughts, Charlie lazily takes my arm and drapes it over her side. I cuddle up closer to her with her back to my front. My nose is buried in her hair as I drift off, inhaling her citrus scent and listening to her soft breathing.

Sunlight blazing through the window wakes me up the next morning.

Holy shit. When was the last time I slept that well? I open my eyes, completely groggy and disoriented, having zero idea where I am.

Where are my glasses? Why is my arm numb? How come Frank didn’t wake me up? A stir next to me shakes me back to reality, and then it hits me.

I’m in Charlie’s bed.

Internally, I’m giving myself a fist bump. Externally, my body is fully aware of the naked woman tucked into me.

“It’s too early. Put it away, Finn,” she mumbles into her pillow. Suddenly, she jolts, realizing I’m in bed with her. She abruptly turns to face me, eyes wide and confused. “You stayed.”

I look at her, utterly perplexed. “I stayed.”

“Why?” Her eyes narrow, as if I’m up to something.

Running my hand through my hair, I start to chuckle. “Uh, because you asked me to last night and there was no way in hell I was turning down that offer.”

Her speculative eyes are drilling a hole into my soul. “Why?”

My head tilts. This whole interaction is leaving me very confused. Does she not know how incredible I think she is? Or that any man would be lucky to fall into bed and spend the night with her? Or how I desperately hope she reciprocates my feelings because she’s ruined me for everyone else?

Before I can reply, her eyes zero-in on the small tattoo on my inner bicep. She looks up at me and arches a single brow.

“Huh. You have tattoos? Wow.” She gives me an approving nod.

“A couple.” I smirk. “This one is the Rebel Alliance symbol.” I pause, noticing her confused look. “That’s Star Wars.” I pull the cover back, revealing the one on my upper thigh.

One drunken night in college, my buddies and I thought it was a good idea to get tattoos. Now, a sleeping Snoopy is permanently branded on me.

She rolls her lips, biting back a smile. “Such a nerd. And how did I not notice the Snoopy thigh tattoo?”

“I don’t know, Charlie. You seemed a bit preoccupied last night.” I grin.

A hint of amusement crosses her face and I can sense her mustering a clever remark.

So, I beat her to it.

For extra dramatic flair, I clear my throat. “Look, just because I look like I watch the Discovery Channel every night doesn’t mean that I’m a complete nerd.”

“Wait, do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Watch the Discovery Channel every night.”

“I plead the fifth.” I pause, then quickly change the subject. Grabbing my phone, I hold it up to her. “Would you look at the time? We should probably get going. Can we stop by my place before we head downtown? I need to get Frank. He’s probably taken over the house already . . . also after I drop you off, I’ll grab you some breakfast super fast. Sound okay to you?”

Her eyes soften. “We?” she says that single word so softly I can barely hear it over the chirping birds outside her window.

I reach my hand out to cup her soft cheek. “Yeah, Charlie. We .” My thumb gently strokes her soft skin, feeling her cheeks plump as she smiles faintly.

“We should probably get ready then. I bet the lovely people of this town are ecstatic that you aren’t at your café right now to serve them coffee.” She grimaces, sarcasm evident in her voice.

Yikes. I definitely forgot about that part. I’ll make a mental note to myself to not check my shop’s Yelp reviews in case there’s a pissed off customer. Sucking in a breath, I nervously run my hands through my hair. “Fuck. Okay. Good point. Mind if I use your shower?”

“Yeah, go for it. You’ll smell like oranges though since I don’t have any other kind of shampoo.” She shrugs.

I breathe out a laugh. “What a hardship that is.” My tone is sarcastic, which gets another smile from her. I stare at her for a beat longer until she shoos me out of bed to go get myself cleaned up.