Page 60 of Seal the Deal

“Eyes,Charlie,” I command, continuing to devour her. Her eyes find mine again, glazed over with pleasure, and the look in them is enough to undo me. “That's it, baby. Such a good girl, riding my mouth. You want more?”

A shudder rolls through her, and a soft whimper slips out as her nails dig into my scalp. I can barely breathe from how fucking perfect she looks like this. Needy. Desperate.Mine.

“Yes,” she breathes, her hips lifting to meet my mouth, chasing every flick of my tongue. It’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

“You gonna come for me, Charlie?” My voice drops low in between strokes. “I want you to come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste you.”

“Jake—oh my God—” her voice breaks as I curl my fingers and press one last open-mouthed kiss against her clit, before sucking it in deep.

“That’s it, baby. Soak my tongue. Make a fucking mess of me.”

She shatters with a cry, her body arching and thighs trembling around my head, and I take every bit as her climax pulses through her. I don’t stop, won’t even consider it until I’ve wrung out every last drop, until every desperate little moan has been mine to devour.

A half-crazed prayer fists in my chest, begging the universe to let me be the only man who ever gets to do this to her over and over again.Only me.

Charlie’s body relaxes and she lets out low, uneven pants, her fingers still tangled in my hair like she doesn’t want to let go. Good.She won’t have to.

I press one final kiss to her inner thigh, before dragging my tongue over my lips, making sure she sees just how wrecked I am for her. My eyes roam over her gorgeous body sprawled out on the counter, a masterpiece of my own making.

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever fucking tasted.”

Leaning in, I brush my mouth over hers, letting her taste herself on me. She hums softly, deepening the kiss as her fingers slide down to my waistband, ready to return the favor.

But I catch her hand, holding it firm.

“Jake,” she whispers, still breathless, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion as I shake my head.

“Not tonight, Charlie girl.” My voice is low and laced with a restraint my cock is definitely not listening to. “Tonight was for you. I needed you to feel how much I want you—beyond reason, beyond anything else."

I press my lips to her temple, my next words murmured against her skin.

"Just you.”

Her eyes search mine, wide and questioning. “But I—”

I press a finger gently to her lips. “Shh, let this be enough. Let me be enough.”

She bites her lip, her breath hitching as she nods slowly. I can see the flicker of doubt in her eyes, the way she’s clinging to control, trying to keep her vulnerability at bay. But I’m not letting her hide again. Not with me.

I run my fingers through her hair, cradling her face. “You’ve been carrying so much, Charlie. And you’ve been doing it so damn well. But you don’t have to do this alone… let me in.”

She stares at me for a moment, her face unreadable. A shiver runs through her as she speaks, like it's taking all her effort to form the words. “I’m scared, Jake. I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want to get hurt, or hurt the kids, oryou. What if…” Her voice trails off in a cloud of vulnerability.

I lean in to silence her fears with a soft kiss, refusing to let her slip into this abyss of doubt. “You’re not going to mess anything up. We’ll figure this out together, one step at a time. Just… don’t shut me out.”

“I want to trust this… us,” she whispers.

“That’s all I need,” I murmur, my lips skimming down her collarbone. “I promise you I won’t break it.”

The weight of everything we’ve just shared hangs between us, and I can see the change in her, the walls she’s been holding up starting to crack. This is the beginning of something real, and I’m ready to fight for it—tooth and nail.

I help her off the counter, watching her shimmy back into her jeans with a soft smile, the faintest blush painting her cheeks as she steps back into my arms like she's done it a thousand times. It makes my heart race all over again.

“Thanksgiving’s soon,” I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Ryan’s hosting, and I want you and the kids there. You’d love it.”

She blinks up at me, surprise flickering in her eyes. “Thanksgiving? I mean, I know it’s soon, but we’ve never celebrated it. It’s not a thing back home.”

I grin, already imagining the day. “Then you and the kids are definitely coming with me. We’ll eat too much food, watch football, and you'll get the full American experience. I want you guys to be part of it.”

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