Page 89 of Love Decoded

Groaning, I start to roll over, but I'm stopped by the feeling of a weight on my arm. When I finally open my eyes to look down, I find Charli curled up, facing away from me and snoring softly.

I smile as the memories of last night come rushing back. Who knew Charli could be sweet? Who knew sex could be sweet?

Suddenly curious about how long we slept after said sex, I turn again to try a reach for the phone on my nightstand. I don't want to disturb Charli, so it takes me a second to carefully wiggle my arm out from under her. When I finally reach my phone, I touch the screen to fire it to life.

And then damn near drop it when the time flashes back at me.

12:27 p.m.

It's after noon.

We slept for over ten hours.

I can’t remember the last time I slept for that long. Glancing at Charli, I wonder if it’s exhaustion that caught up to me last night, or…

If it was simply her presence that put me at ease.

I gently brush her hair away from her face, wanting to see her face better. She looks peaceful like this, none of the usual furrow to her brow. I didn’t realize until just now how often that furrow is in place, either from concentration because she’s a hard worker or from a frown because I teased her.

Christ, she’s incredible.

I’ve never met a girl like Charli. Her brain, her humor, her attitude—all of it draws me more and more into her orbit. She’s intoxicating, even without adding our sexual chemistry into the mix.

She’s also inspirational. I’ve realized lately that the more I learn about her, the more I understand her values and priorities, the more I want to be like her. Even being a decade younger than me, she still knows exactly who she is and what she stands for. And even though work is a big part of her life, she’s still proud of it, still aligns it with her life.

I want to be like Charli when I grow up.

“Should I ask why you’re smirking at me so early in the morning?” comes her groggy voice, her eyes still closed.

Giddiness explodes in my chest, and I can feel the grin on my face growing. “No, you probably shouldn’t. Also”—I make a show of checking the non-existent watch on my wrist—“it’s nearly one p.m. I don’t think we can classify it as morning.”

Her eyes snap open and widen. “What? Oh my God. We slept so late!”

I’m nodding as I lean over her to nuzzle into her neck. “Guess we both needed it.” I nip at her skin playfully and add, “You, in particular, passed out after your orgasm-fest.”

She tries to shove me off of her, but I grab her wrist with a chuckle. “Shut up,” she grumbles, her cheeks pink. “I didn’t even come. I was faking it.”

I quirk an eyebrow as my hand slides from her wrist, down her arm, to her chest. She’s completely naked, her nipples pebbling before my eyes. My touch automatically travels to her breast to circle one of them.

“I’d like to see you try to fake an orgasm,” I murmur, already distracted by her body. I lean down to suck one nipple into my mouth, grinning around it at the sharp breath she sucks in. I let go with a pop and straighten again, adding, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

She’s already breathing a little heavier, her pupils a little bigger. Fuck, she’s intoxicating. Could we spend the whole weekend in bed?

I think I want to spend the whole weekend in bed.

Or at least, I want to spend it all with her.

But before I can propose the idea, Charli’s stomach rumbles loud enough to draw our attention.

“I believe that’s my cue to make us breakfast,” I say with a chuckle. Unable to stem the urge, I lean down to quickly suck her other nipple into my mouth, just for a second. “Your breakfast first, then my breakfast.”

Her cheeks are pink again, but she’s also biting down on her smile. “You’re such a horndog,” she laughs.

“Says the girl who asked me to tie her up her during round two last night.”

Her jaw drops open. “You were into it!”

Climbing over her, I position my knees on either side of her hips and press her hands beside her head.