She shook her head. “Not your next move on me, you dang fool. The city building. Give me the fork.”

“Ah, you liked Eb. So did I.” Charlie passed the carton over. “I may wander up north and meet him. My kind of guy”

“The city building,” Allie said around a mouthful of food.

“I think it should be saved, but I don’t particularly want to do it. Especially if it’s going to make people call me that much.” He shook his head. “Some mighty pissed people out there when they heard about the mayor’s brother. And the mayor didn’t do himself any good, calling in like that.” Charlie took the carton back. “I wonder if it’s true?”

Allie put her chin on his shoulder to look into the carton. He had great shoulders and Chinese food. At the moment, he was the perfect man. “I wouldn’t be surprised. Hurry up with the fork.” She reached around his arm, enjoying the slide of her skin on his, and took the carton from him after he’d taken a bite.

Charlie chewed and swallowed. “If it is true, the mayor’s an idiot.”

Allie snorted. “Do you have any doubts?”

Charlie recaptured his carton. “I don’t want to talk about the city building tomorrow night.”

Allie looked at him, half-naked in the lamplight, and felt a growing hunger for more than Chinese. No, she told herself. “You’re missing a great opportunity.”

“Screen the callers.”

Allie looked at him, dumbfounded. “You want me to tell them they can’t talk about the city building?”

“I don’t care what you tell them. Just don’t put them on the line with me.”

She looked at him in disgust. “You’re a wimp.” Okay, he was a sexy wimp, but he was still a wimp. She reached for the carton to distract herself. “Give me the fork.”

“It’s all gone.” He put the carton on the floor.

“I’m still hungry.”

Charlie grinned at her, and she forgot she was annoyed with him. After all, he’d done a great show. After all, he was Charlie. In her bed. Half-naked.

Turn back now, she told herself. Get out of this bed.

Charlie leaned toward her. “You’re always hungry. You’re the most orally fixated woman I’ve ever known. Not that I’m complaining.”

Oh, boy. Allie threw back the covers and started to get out of bed, and he caught her nightgown and pulled her back. “Where are you going?”

She pried her gown out of his fingers. “I’m hungry. Really. I feel empty.”

“No problem.” Charlie pulled her down on top of him, and she meant to push herself away, but he was so warm, she leaned into him instead. He felt wonderful under her. “Empty I can solve,” he told her. “And I’ll make sure you get to sleep, too. Eventually.” He kissed her neck.

She propped herself up on his chest and steeled herself to say no. “I thought we’d talked about this.”

Charlie stroked her cheek with his finger. “We did, but you look awful good rumpled. How about one more time? I’ll move out to the couch tomorrow, I swear.”

“This is not a good idea.” She pushed away from him and changed the subject to distract him. “You know, you have a great voice. I was concentrating on your body and your face before, and I didn’t really appreciate your voice until I heard you on the air. It’s incredible. I bet you were turning women on all over the city tonight.”

He tugged her back down to him, and she shivered when he said, “How’d I do with you?”

“Not bad.” She moved against his warmth. “Thanks for Patsy Cline.”

“My pleasure. Kiss me.”

Don’t do it, she told herself, but she kissed him, anyway, and his mouth moving softly on hers distracted her while he pulled her nightgown up and ran his hands over her naked back. She felt the heat start again, and she stretched against it.

What could one more night hurt?

She pulled the nightgown over her head, and his hands were on her instantly, cupping her breasts, making her draw a sharp breath. She touched him, too, then, stroking down his chest with her fingertips, over his sweatpants until she felt him shudder. He stripped off his pants, and she stroked him again, and she felt his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips as she moved to meet him. They tormented each other, touching and kissing and sliding together, gasping small laughs as they collided in heat until Allie thought she’d scream if he didn’t take her. “Now,” she said finally. “Please, now.”

“Wait a minute,” he said, and reached for the condom in his pants, and then he said, “Come here.” and pulled her over on top of him. “Stay on top of me this time. You’ll like it better.”

He was lovely and hot under her, and she stretched against him, forgetting her panic from the night before. “I wasn’t afraid of you,” she said against his mouth. “It wasn’t you.”

“I know.” Charlie’s hands smoothed over her. “You just don’t like being out of control.”

“Maybe.” Allie was distracted; he was moving under her now, pulling her hips up to his, spreading her thighs apart with his legs.

“Whenever you’re ready.” Charlie kissed her shoulder. “Just don’t wait too long, or I’ll lose my mind.”

Allie propped herself above him, dizzy with heat. “What do you want me to do?”

He pulled her closer. “Just ease yourself over me and make me the happiest man in this city.”

She laughed softly. “There are other guys in this city making love right now, you know.”

“Not with you.” He smiled up at her, and she wanted him so much she ached with it. “Allie, I want you so much.”

Allie blinked at him, surprised out of her own thoughts. “Me?”

He laughed softly. “Yes, you. Can’t you tell I’m interested?”

He was hard between her thighs, and she rocked a little against him and watched him close his eyes. “Yes,” she told him, laughing again at how easy he was to distract. “I can tell. But I thought for a guy, it didn’t make any difference who…”

His eyes snapped open. “You thought wrong.” His hands were suddenly tight on her waist, as if he were trying to make her listen harder. I’m going nuts right now only because I’m with you,” he told her, and she lost her breath at the intensity in his voice. “You make me crazy. I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He let his head sink into the pillow. “Now, will you please get a move on here? I’m not kidding about the crazy part.”

She took a deep breath and found him with her hand. He held her hips so tightly she knew she’d have fingerprint bruises the next day, but it was erotic to have his hands on her that hard. She guided herself over him and eased him a little way into her, carefully, tentatively. He felt wonderful, and her heart pounded and she felt her blood begin to rush and she stopped, trying to keep from lurching out of control.

Charlie made a sound way back in his throat, but he didn’t push.

She was doing it all.

“Oh,” she said and sank her hips down to his, and he felt so good that she moaned, and Charlie threw his head back on the pillow and bit his lip.

“Charlie,” she whispered.

“Don’t mind me,” he said through his teeth. “This is just ecstasy.”

Allie moved against him slowly, holding him hard inside her, feeling her skin heat, trying to keep her breathing slow as she watched his face. He wasn’t kidding. He was in ecstasy. And I’m doing this, she thought. She squeezed him with the muscles inside her and her heart pounded as she watched him suck in his breath. Then she moved her hips against his, and he moved to meet her, and her blood began to bubble. She licked her lips and breathed in and thought, God, I’m powerful. No wonder men love sex so much.

She eased herself up until she was sitting, straddling him until he was high inside her. He ran his hands up her body, cupping her breasts, and she leaned against his hands, relishing the pressure there and in the center of her body, and the prickling in her veins, and she began to move against him. She could feel the pressure growing, little flames of heat licking inside her as she rocked against him. The licking flames flared into a hot spiral, and she knew that it was going to explode, that she’d feel him everywhere, that she’d lose herself in him and be gone again, and she wanted it more than anything and still she clutched, just a little, as it began to go. Then Charlie arched up to hold her, dragging her down to his warmth, and she was wrapped safe in his arms as he moved convulsively inside her. “Come on, Allie,” he breathed in her ear, and she pressed herself hard down against him and then everything did explode in a kaleidoscope of surge and flame, and she rocked against him over and over, sobbing, until he cried out in his own climax.

She clutched at him until even the tiny aftershocks inside her were gone, and when they were both breathing again, Allie whispered, “I don’t want you to move to the couch,” and Charlie held her tightly and said, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”


* * *

“Bill wants to see you,” Karen called to Charlie when he strolled in late the next afternoon.

“I bet he does.” Charlie stopped at the counter and grinned at her. “Did you bake cookies?”

“No, that’s Mrs. Wexman. She brings them in for Grady and he shares.”

Charlie bit into the cookie. Chocolate chip with pecans. “Good for Mrs. Wexman. What does Grady do to deserve this?”

“Drives her to chemotherapy.” Karen blinked up at him. “Grady does that a lot for the people his mom met while she was going through it. We get a lot of stuff in here because of it. You should taste Mrs. Winthrop’s almond cookies.”

“He drives Mrs. Winthrop, too?”

Karen nodded. “He helps out with other stuff, too. Mrs. Winthrop came in one day all upset about her grandson yelling at her, and I called Grady, and he told her not to worry, that he’d take care of it. The next day, she brought in a devil’s food cake.”