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“I want to feel you.”
I nodded and hiked up one of her legs, hooking her knee around my elbow. I couldn’t wait any longer–I buried myself in her body in one thrust. She felt so good, so tight; I never wanted to be apart from her again. I forced myself to move, to start up the rhythm that I knew drove her to the edge. I wasn’t going to last, not with her looking up at me like…that.
“Yes,” she sighed, “Oh,yes, Charlie, like–fuck–like…that.”
She wasn’t going to last, either. It was obvious in the way her teeth bit into her lower lip, the way her breath hitched on every thrust, the way her hips rocked up to meet mine. My hand clamped down harder on her wrists, and I held my rhythm, my abs quivering with the strain of holding back. “Sami,” I groaned. She gasped, eyes locked on mine, lips parted, and then she was arching up under me, sweet sounds spilling from her lips, her bodytight tight tightaround me, pulling me over after her, fucking her through her orgasm as I spilled hot and wet into her body.
* * *
After the sweat had cooled on our skin, I carried her to my walk-in shower and rinsed the sweat and come from her body and mine. I pressed my lips to the nape of her neck, the line of her collarbone, her hip, her soft inner thigh, then her core, teasing and tonguing until she shuddered apart again.
But the best part of the night–better than her softplease, better than her dark, serious eyes, better than the taste of her as she came on my tongue, better even than the sight of her in one of my gray Veritech tee shirts, the curve of her ass just barely visible under its fluttering hem and the expression on her face caught between a smile and a smirk–was when she curled against me, her head on the pillow of my chest, and fell soft and sweet into slumber.
CHAPTER28
Samantha
“Sam!”Edie’s voice echoed through the marble entry of her and James’s penthouse apartment, rising above the cacophony of friendly voices and happy laughter and–I couldn’t be certain, but I was pretty sure–the sound of a string quartet coming from somewhere inside. So much for acasual cocktail party. I smoothed my hands over my dress, only slightly crumpled from the taxi I’d taken over. Charlie had wanted to send me in his car, but I’d demurred. I’d arrive by myself.
But you’ll leave with me, he’d whispered in my ear, tilting my head to the side, his fingers tangled in my hair again.
Yes, I’d breathed.
“I’m so glad you could make it.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Edie,” I said. “You know that.”
She blinked, and smiled. “Thank you, Sam,” she said, sounding a little bit surprised. “That’s really… You seemed, well, notmad, the other day, but…” She stuck out her arms suddenly, pulling me into a hug. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, squeezing me tight, and I brought my hands up to rest on her back for a moment. This close, I could feel the beginnings of her bump. “Thanks for coming,” she said, releasing me, and I nodded mutely, feeling oddly dumbstruck.Edie was having ababy. Edie and James were going to beparents.“Now,” she said, turning and leading me through to the living room, “everyone’s in here.”
The living room was crowded, filled with Edie’s friends and James’s, their coworkers and mine, many of the same people who’d been at the gala, and Ryan and Flora’s wedding. There was Ryan himself, his wife tucked into his elbow cozily, and next to him James, looking unreasonably proud of himself, and beside him, Charlie.
His eyes found mine, then dropped over my body. The dress I wore draped softly across my chest, the creamy pink silk releasing over my hips to swirl around my calves. I felt uncharacteristically shy under his gaze, but when he tipped his head up, inviting me to join them, the smile on his lips made it worth it.
“Hey,” he said after I took a moment to congratulate James. “You look beautiful, Sami.”
“Thank you,” I said simply. I didn’t have to say anything else. The look in his eyes told me he already knew.Pink. I’d worn it for him.
“Flora, I see you’re empty. Sam? Champagne? Our hosts are a little distracted,” Charlie said, smirking.
“I’m glad to see you and Charlie are getting along,” Flora said, staring after him as he made his way through the partygoers.
“What? Why?” I asked.
“Oh, just because it would be awkward for Edie for one of her best friends to be mortal enemies with her husband’s brother. It makes this kind of thing,” she gestured around with her empty wine glass, “a lot less awkward.”
“Was it really that bad?” I blurted out, and Flora laughed, startled.
“Okay, mortal enemies might be something of a stretch. I never got the whole backstory…” Flora said, obviously fishing. I kept my face perfectly still for long enough that she gave up with a good-natured huff. “But there wastension.”
“Oh.”
“That’s fine,” Flora said, mischievously. “I love a good slow burn.” I blinked.
“Your drinks, ladies,” Charlie announced loudly, reappearing with two flutes of champagne. “Flora,” he said, mock serious. “You will never guess what I found in Ms. Scott’s tote bag at our last meeting.”Our last meeting. I smirked. That was one way to put it, our legs tangled in his bedsheets. “A werewolf mafioso–I know—but not just one of them.” He widened his eyes, raising his eyebrows up to his hairline. “Several. Inone book.”
“Charlie,” I scolded. “That’s hardly baby shower conversation, is it?”
“I don’t know,” he said, his brows raising even further. “It certainly seemed like there would be some baby showers imminent, if you know what I–”
