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Finally, we could stand no more. He sank to his knees, sitting on his heels so I was sitting on his thighs. I collapsed against him, but had to kiss him. Kissed his shoulder, his neck, where I’d bitten him—twice—felt ridges on his back where my fingernails had left marks, smoothed them with my hands, kissed his jaw, his cheekbone, his forehead, his temples, and then his mouth.

His mouth, endlessly.

Lost myself in kissing him, breathless with my orgasm, which was still shaking me, wracking me, a slow deep rolling tide of wave after wave orgasmic bliss wracking me and wracking me and wracking me, with him still buried inside me as I sat on him, kissing him, tongue sliding and tangling with his and tasting his mouth and scouring his lips and kissing him until we were breathless.

He finally broke apart, gazed at me in wonder. “Charlie…”

I feathered my hands in his hair. “No words, Crow…there are…there’s just no words for that.”

He shook his head, but it was an agreement. “No. No words.”

“I don’t know if I can walk, Crow.”

He laughed, resting his head against my breasts. “Me either.” There was an impatient fist against the door. “We gotta scram, baby.”

I palmed his cheek. “Call me baby again, Crow.”

“You’re mine, Charlie-girl. You’re my baby. All mine.”

I shivered, this time from the impact of his words, and the way he had just changed my life.

Direct hit.

“Yours,” I whispered against his throat, tasting his pulse. “All yours.”

10

Crow

Shaken to my very core, I worked with trembling hands to help Charlie get dressed, and then made quick work of my own clothing. Both of us dressed, Charlie stood in front of the mirror, her fingers nimbly, swiftly braiding her hair. Once braided, she twisted it into a bun low on her neck, then turned and faced me.

I reached out, taking her hand. “Ready?”

She shook her head. Lifted her shoulders up and back, took a deep breath, let it out in a short, sharp huff. “Nope. Let’s go.”

I laughed. Unlocked the door, and tugged it open. There was a semicircle of ugly stares, crossed arms, and pissed-off body language.

“About done?” someone snarled.

I kept a neutral expression. “Yep. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

The speaker, an older guy with a graying beard and ponytail, continued to glare. “Had to piss in the ladies’ room.”

“Did you grow tits?” Charlie asked.

He turned purple. “No, I did not growtits.”

I restrained a snort and kept my face blank. She was baiting an already nasty crowd, but shit, she was feeling good. I let her speak her mind. I could handle just about anything that came our way. Despite feeling a little weak in the knees from what we’d just done, I also felt like I was on a mountaintop, surging with possessive adrenaline.

“Dick still there?” Charlie asked.

He stepped toward her. “Sure is. Wanna see?”

I growled at him, and he paled, backed away. “Don’t think so,” I murmured, putting a snap of authority and threat into it. “We’re leaving.”

The speaker stepped aside. He had a new grin on his face, one that I didn’t like. “Be my guest. Please.”

My hackles rose at the amusement on his face. Something told me there was a surprise waiting for us outside. I felt my body tensing, muscles tightening, coiling.