Page 63 of Witch You Weren't Here

‘Yes.’ He ran his nose along her jaw, pressed a kiss to the vulnerable underside. ‘I’ll tell you about it later.’

She made a hum of agreement and chased his mouth back to hers, bracketing his narrow waist with both hands and pulling him down to press his weight on top of her, making room for him between her thighs. They both rolled their hips as soon as they made contact and twin moans escaped around their kiss.

His chest was against hers, but she was still wearing her jumper, all rolled up and uncomfortable and he grabbed it at the neckline, like it had offended him simply by existing as a barrier between them. She started to lift her arms so he could drag it over her head, but instead, he pulled his mouth away from hers for a moment, gasping out a spell. She opened her eyes again and saw all the threads in the jumper unravel and wind themselves back up into a ball of wool beneath his hand.

She shivered and caught his eyes as he discarded the ball of wool onto the floor.

‘That’s a nifty trick,’ she managed to say. She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling herself up further from the bed, giving him access to her back. ‘Just don’t use it on my bra,’ she warned and invited him at the same time, with a smile.

He nipped the smile off her lips, while he found the clasp on her bra, his long fingers unsnapping it with ease, pulling it free. Her stomach quivered as his hand cupped one of her breasts, gently kneading, seeing how she responded … how she couldn’t help writhing and pressing up into him, soft, desperate noises falling from her lips.

His mouth found the other breast, tongue tracing a circle around her nipple, while he gently pinched and rolled the other, and she felt it tugging all the way down her body, right between her legs. He sucked hard and then soft, each change somehow making her squirm and yearn for more, ratcheting her higher and higher. He swapped his attentions, finding her damp nipple and twisting just right, mouth providing the intensity on the other that she was aching for. Magic fingers. Magic mouth.

She could feel her own magic flowing through her body, entwining with the energy of her arousal, but she didn’t fear it – there was no room for fear alongside this maelstrom of pleasure and need.

‘Please, Harry, please,’ she groaned, fingers in his hair again, unsure where she wanted his attention most.

He lifted his head, eyes near black from his dilated pupils.

‘What do you want?’ he asked her, his naturally husky voice little more than a growling whisper, sending prickles of lust across her skin.

She groaned again. He’d picked the one question she was too overwhelmed to answer. ‘Everything. You. Please.’ She arched beneath him, brushing her sensitive nipples against his bare chest, causing delicious friction.

He took her mouth again, his tongue stroking deep, drinking her in with his beautiful lips, trailing his hands down her ribs and waist, tracing her curves as though she was a sculpture he was moulding from clay. He moved onto his side and popped the button open on her jeans and yanked them down with a few strong, alternating tugs, dragging her knickers and socks with them, so she was totally naked beneath him, clothes bunched up at the bottom of the bunk with his coat. Everything about him was a balance of delicacy and demand that was blowing her mind to bits.

His fingers dipped between her legs, spreading the evidence of her arousal over her in precise circles, making the muscles in her core clench so hard, it was almost painful. He slid down the bed, pressing her thighs wide, bending to inflict exquisite torture on her with his tongue. She twisted the rough blanket beneath her, then grabbed for the bars of the bunk bed as his fingers played at the entrance to her body.

‘Oh Goddess, Harry, I need you, please,’ she gasped as waves of ecstasy washed over her, stronger and stronger, but not breaking.

‘Where? Here?’ He pushed two fingers inside her, slowly, teasingly, and she cried out, bowing off the bed.

‘Yes. Yes.’

He pressed a kiss against her, spoke the words into her hot flesh. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes.’ Apparently, that was the only word in her vocabulary anymore.

He pressed his fingers inside her again, slow out, fast in, and then moved away, making her groan. He grabbed his big coat, opening it up to find the pocket on the silky inner lining which held his wallet, and the condom inside that.

He let everything else drop to the floor, including his own jeans, making short work of sheathing himself, seeming in a hurry, which she was ready to thank every deity for, until he moved back over her, kneeling between her legs to stare up at her. ‘Beautiful. That’s all I could think when I was trying to do the sunflower. You’re beautiful.’

He bent his head down toward her navel, but she grabbed him, cupping his jaw, and lifting his face to hers. ‘No. No more. I can’t wait for you any longer.’

He met her eyes, nodding, and then settled himself in the cradle of her thighs. He notched against her, where she was soft and swollen and oh so ready, and she canted her hips to get to more of him. He swallowed, the crease forming between his eyebrows before he filled her, with one long, gradual thrust, until they couldn’t get any closer and were both panting.

And then they were moving together, one of his hands at the base of her spine, supporting her as she tilted up to meet him, and every time he pushed into her, the friction inside and out was bliss. She dug her nails into his shoulders and bit his earlobe, trying to press how amazing she felt back into his skin. He gasped, burying his face in between her neck and shoulder, his own teeth grazing at her skin, and then he shifted angle again, bringing himself in deeper, rubbing over a spot inside her each time he moved and she broke into a million pieces, blown apart with the well of pleasure overflowing and sweeping across her nerve endings, soaring through her muscles. Even her teeth tingled.

He held still for her as she fell, pressing firm right where she needed him as she ground out the pleasure, her inner muscles clenching him tight until she went limp. When she threaded her fingers into his hair, damp from sweat, he began to move again, slowly, then building. She pulled his head up to hers so she could kiss him. Deep kisses that matched his rhythm and the pleasure began to rise in her again. She whimpered in surprise as the aftershocks of her orgasm tipped her over into a second. He groaned into her mouth as she clenched around him again, and then his pace was stuttering, his breathing ragged, as he thrust harder, faster, until he shuddered, and she felt him bucking and pulsing within her.

Kay wrapped her arms and legs around him as he collapsed down, their sweat-slicked skin touching everywhere, chests heaving as they both pulled in much-needed air.

He pressed kisses to her shoulder, her jaw, up along her cheekbone and hairline, languid and so tender, her heart ached. She stroked her fingers through his hair, down his neck and back. Then she started laughing.

He winced and leaned back.

‘Sorry,’ she said, trying to stop but giggling anyway.

‘What?’ he asked as he moved away, holding the condom in place, and looking down at her with a quizzical smile.

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