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Leo and Georgia converge on us, Leo slapping my shoulder and Georgia hugging Charlie. He grins at Charlie, messing with her hair, and says, “Welcome to the family, Charlie.”
That look. It’s everything.
Charlie whispers to Leo, “Thank you,” and buries her face in my neck.
Then, softly, so only I can hear it, she says, “I love you. Thank you for coming for me. Every time.”
Kissing her head, I tell her, “Always, Charlie. I will always come for you.”
EPILOGUE
1 Month Later
CHARLIE
“Are you trying to make me crazy?”
Rylan stands in the doorway of the bedroom, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed at me.
I turn away from the mirror and give him an innocent look. “What do you mean?”
He stalks toward me, his gaze going dark. “Putting that on when you know we have to leave soon.”
“You mean this?” Gesturing at the new bra and panties I just put on, I quirk my lips at him. “I’m just trying on some of the new lacy things I bought.”
Lots of lacy things, actually. Silk camisoles trimmed with lace, filmy nightgowns that probably won’t last longer than a few minutes in bed. Bikinis and delicate bras in a rainbow of colors. And the sheer lace set Rylan’s staring hungrily at, a silvery gray, the same shade as my eyes.
Rylan closes the distance between us, pulling me into his arms. “Erin and Conor will be here in fifteen minutes, and I come into the bedroom to see you wearing this.” He lifts me away from him for a moment, his gaze sweeping up and down my body.
One big hand slides down my back, lingering at the base of my spine before dipping lower, tracing the lace pattern of my bikinis. “I like these,” he breathes, leaning down to nuzzle my neck.
“And this,” he continues, his other hand cupping my breast, thumb trailing lazy circles around my nipple.
My breath quickens, pulse fluttering, my core going damp. “Maybe we could just…”
Rylan’s hand leaves my breast, dropping to the apex of my thighs. Through the lace he strokes at my folds, the sensation of it—rough and soft and just the right amount of pressure—
“Maybe we could just go fast,” I gasp out as my hips jerk toward his hand. “We could be quick.”
“I don’t know… ” Rylan teases as he kisses a line down my neck. “We should probably get ready and go down to meet them early.” But the rough note to his voice belies his teasing words.
My nipples are tight points poking at the thin fabric, and I’m already aching with need. “I think we should do this.”
I push him backwards to the bed—not that I could really push him—but he lets me, both of us toppling over onto the mattress. He grins up at me, deep green eyes flashing. “If you insist.”
As I unbutton Rylan’s pants and pull them down, I hold his gaze. “Yes. I do.”
He lets me take the lead at first, shimmying out of my panties, tossing them haphazardly across the room, his pants and briefs following. I straddle him, holding myself just above his straining length, and slowly lower myself onto him.
It’s still a novelty to take him with nothing between us, now that I’m on birth control. It’s always been amazing with Rylan, but this brings a new level of intimacy, the feel of his heated skin against mine.
Rylan hisses in pleasure as I sink all the way down, taking him completely. He’s thick and hard and all hot silk, and I take a few seconds just to appreciate this fullness; the two of us linked so perfectly.
At first, I move up and down slowly, enjoying the glide of his still-growing girth moving inside me, the drag of it against my sensitive walls. Then I remember—a little flash of clarity in the haze of pleasure—this is supposed to be quick.
Oops.
When I start to move faster, Rylan takes my cue. He grips my hips, lifting me off him and pulling me back down, his strength never ceasing to amaze me.
