she turned him where she liked, as she went to her knees in front of him, as she put her weight on her elbows. “You won’t die, Edward. Probably.”
“Oh my God. Your ass . . . it’s perfect! You have a perfect ass! How have I not noticed this yet?” She could feel his fingers on her hips, grazing, then grasping. “Oh, who the fuck cares?” Felt his fingers slip between her thighs, find her slippery, dip for a bare moment. “Ummm . . . oh God . . .” Felt him grip her hips, harder, felt that thick part of him start to slide inside.
She met his thrust, hard. His hips rocked back, then forward, hard. She clutched at the blanket, reminded herself not to tear it, and met him thrust for thrust. His groans were dark music to her, the way he sighed and whispered things was a mystic language she had never before known but now spoke fluently.
She didn’t know what his favorite color was, or his worst childhood memory, or his allergies (poor creatures . . . allergies !), or his favorite dessert. How could she feel so complete with a man she barely knew? Because she felt exactly that, and just as the dictionary defined it: complete. Lacking nothing; whole. Entire.
“Edward.”
“Ummm?”
“I’m going to come.”
“Oh God.”
“Right now.”
“Ahhhh! Jesus Christ, I can actually feel your muscles—aahhhh !”
Good thing I warned him.
He won’t really have a heart attack, will he? She pondered CPR for non-Pack members while at the same time feeling the world tilt as her orgasm bloomed like a black flower.
They met each other for a final thrust, and then he collapsed over her back. “I’m dying,” he groaned. “Everything’s going dark. Farewell, cruel world, which recently got really awesome.”
She giggled. “You can’t see a thing; how can anything go dark? You’re so odd, Edward.”
“Me? I’m odd? Me? Who cares? Rachael, you can call me anything you like, whenever you like, if we have more bluff sex later.”
“Bluff sex.” She was now laughing so hard she’d collapsed forward, losing a bit of breath as the rest of his weight came down on her. “Bluff sex?” She wriggled to poke him in the ribs. “Like all males, now that you’ve climaxed you are incapable of romance.”
“I’m chock-full of romance, you shrew. I’m so full of romance it’s leaking everywhere.” He poked her back, then grabbed her and gave her a rib-squeezing hug. “This is insane. You’re a hologram, I’ve told you that theory, right? Or I’m pulling a 28 Days Later and am comatose somewhere while zombies race the streets. Something this awesome simply is not happening in the real world.”
“Now: whoever said this was the real world?” If he knew of her world, he would believe it.
And for the first time, she started seriously wondering when and how to discuss that world with him. For the first time, that seemed like a natural progression. And as she was an accountant just as much as a Pack member, it seemed quite logical to her. One plus one equaled two. Edward should be told about the Pack so he could make informed decisions. Easy.
Sure.
So they snuggled on their blanket and looked at the stars, thought very different thoughts, and eventually dozed.
Twenty-six
“What the—?”
Edward sat up. He was in his hotel room, in his bed. And he was naked. And he had no idea how he’d gotten there. The last thing he remembered was . . . was . . .
Bluff sex!
Oh my God! Bluff sex!
He booted the covers away and kicked joyously at the ceiling. “Yes, yes, yesyesyes!” It wasn’t a dream! Probably! Too bad he couldn’t remember anything after bluff sex . . . no. Wait.
There was something else, by God! Yeah, there it was: by the time they’d hiked back to the car, dawn was only a couple of hours away and he was staggering. Not that he was any sort of wimp—he jogged, he lifted, and he occasionally helped Boo hunt vampires. Still: he’d had to give up a lot of, um, bodily fluids recently. Way more than he was used to, that was for damned sure.
He remembered sort of collapsing into the car, then Rachael hauling him out and helping him stretch out in the backseat. Then she’d asked for an address, and he’d mumbled something, and then she’d taken his key card, and then was helping him inside, and then . . .
. . . he woke up.
Had she undressed him? Had he undressed