Page 31 of Dark Witch: Entangled Fates

When they reached her cabin door, she gave him a bright smile as she fished the keycard from out of her purse. Her hands were steady as she pressed it to the reader and opened the door.

"Welcome to my humble abode." She waved at the tiny interior.

Edgar wanted to reach for her, wrap her in his arms, and kiss her until they were both breathless, but he held himself back, waiting for her cue.

Jasmine was in charge, and given his experience with her so far, she had no problem with that. The lady knew what she wanted, how she wanted it, and she wasn't bashful about her needs and wishes.

He admired that more than words could convey.

The cabin was tiny, with barely enough room between the narrow single bed and the desk and chair on the other side of the room. It couldn't be more than eight by ten feet.

"Most of the staff cabins are not as small as this one, but they are doubles, and this is a single." She put her purse on the desk and waved at the narrow bed. "This is a far cry from the princess's enormous round bed, but the mattress is surprisingly comfortable, and most importantly, there are no cameras in here. I checked."

So, was that why she'd said they should move to somewhere more private to continue their story? The surveillance cameras in the staff lounge bothered her?

Perhaps she had meant it literally, and all she wanted was to continue the story?

"Yeah. That's good." He suddenly felt too hot, claustrophobic.

Removing his tux jacket, he pulled out the lone chair and draped the jacket over its back. Not sure what he should do next, he sat down.

How had he expected her to invite him to her bed when they hadn't even kissed yet?

He'd been delusional.

As Jasmine looked at him, though, her eyes sparkled with mischief, and Edgar felt a surge of molten lust course through his veins. Fates, she was stunning, all lush curves and golden skin, her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders in soft waves that he couldn't wait to rake his fingers through.

Tilting her head, Jasmine put a hand on her hip and bit her lips. "It has been a long day of doing nothing, but I feel like showering. Would you like to join me?"

Fuck me. Edgar swallowed hard, his erection swelling to uncomfortable proportions in his pants. "I would love to." He rose to his feet and pulled her into his arms. "But I have a rule."

"What is it?"

"Before I get naked with a woman, I have to kiss her first."

She laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers skittering down his spine. "I like your rules. Do you have more?"

"A few." He raised his hand and wrapped his fingers around her neck, threading them through her luxurious ebony locks. "But let's start with this one." He tilted his head and leaned into her, hovering his mouth a fraction of an inch away from hers.

Jasmine closed the last of the distance, fusing her lips to his, and then he took over, lashing his tongue against the seam of her lips and being granted immediate entry.

As he dipped his tongue into her mouth, he sent a light thrall into her mind, making her ignore the sharp points of his fangs and his glowing eyes.

Her arms closed around his body, and she brought him closer, her hardened nipples rubbing against his chest through two layers of fabric.

Three, if she was wearing a bra.

Jasmine pulled away, breathless and a little dazed. "You are one hell of a kisser, Edgar."

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JASMINE

What had just happened?

Why was she feeling dizzy?

The kiss had been spectacular, and the hard muscles Jasmine had felt under Edgar's shirt had her blood pumping, but she wasn't prone to fainting spells like Margo, and she rarely felt dizzy.

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