and slid her to the edge of the countertop. “You ready to see the rest of that game?”
Her laughter slid over my skin, but this time I wasn’t filled with embarrassment. Frankly, I wasn’t capable of feeling much aside from need. Red was hazing the edges of my vision and my cock was throbbing, desperate to be inside her.
“That,” she said, sitting up and linking her arms around my neck. “Is quite possibly the most perfect thing you’ve ever said.”
“Good.”
And without warning, I slid inside.
I probably should have gone slower, inched my way in, made sure she was right there with me, but I didn’t have that ability anymore. I thrust home, pausing only long enough to assure myself that her cry had been in pleasure and not pain, before moving.
Tight as hell, sopping wet, perfect fit—all three of those things were driving me up and over, catapulting me toward the edge.
And I wasn’t going without her.
I dropped my head, slanting my mouth across hers, kissing her hard, then bending so I could latch onto her nipple. At the same time, I slid my hand between her legs, circling her clit until I found the rhythm she liked, pressing firmly when her hips arched, moving my mouth to her other breast and repeating the entire pattern.
I became relentless as I thrust home, grabbing hold of Charlie and dragging her up the edge with me, not stopping, not faltering as we approached the precipice that would take us both over into oblivion.
I couldn’t wait.
So, she had to come along with me.
And thank fuck she didn’t fight me, kissing me back when my mouth was on hers, holding me close when I sucked her nipples deeply, meeting me thrust for thrust when I pounded into her.
Heat scorching down my spine, filling my limbs with flames, pleasure flaring out over my skin, sending me up and up and—
Charlie stiffened, fingernails clenching my shoulders, hips bucking.
A long, keening moan escaped her lips.
She convulsed around me.
And not a moment too soon because I was flying over the edge, the most intense orgasm of my life barreling through me. My knees went weak, and I braced myself against the cabinet as I thrust once, twice more, before dropping my head to Charlie’s shoulder as pleasure washed over me, wave after wave after wave.
I don’t know how long it took me to come back to myself, but my heart was still pounding, my lungs still sawing when I summoned the strength to lift my head.
“You okay?” I asked.
She nodded, eyes still closed. “I’m okay.”
But her tone sounded off and concerned, I cupped her cheek. “Sweetheart?”
She peeled back her lids, smiled up at me, though there was something off about it. “I’m just a little stiff from having half of my ass crammed into this sink.”
“Oh shit,” I said and straightened quickly then just as quickly grabbing her hips to steady her when she would have toppled off. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think. Are you okay?”
“Fine.” Still smiling. Still off.
She slid off the sink and bent to pick up her underwear, slipping it on. Next went her bra and T-shirt then her jeans.
“I hope we didn’t break Delia’s new vanity,” she said with a soft laugh.
A laugh that was definitely off.
I reached for her. She shoved my shirt into my hands.
Charlie spun in a slow circle, stopping when she located her socks and boots.
Since I couldn’t keep standing there like a total dumbass, I took care of the condom and started getting dressed. “Is your arm okay?” I asked after I’d tugged on my shirt.
She was shoving her feet into her boots. “It’s fine.”
“Good,” I said, stepping into my jeans. “It won’t take too much longer to finish up the shading. Maybe another hour. If we do it today, you don’t have to wait for it to heal for a few weeks—”
“I should probably go.”
I studied her face, some part of me knowing I’d see the panic there, that same part knowing I would find it because I was feeling that way, too.
This hadn’t just been sex.
This wasn’t something we could shrug off as a one and done.
This meant more.
This was definitely not on the planned list of activities while in New York, but—
“Don’t run,” I blurted, even as I was locking down my own emotions, mentally forcing myself to not retreat. I’d known Charlie was more from day one, and . . . I didn’t want to let her go.
Even though I might get hurt.
I’d lived with