Page 33 of Blue Moon Mistress

“If it had been someone else, I might not have. But I’ve known Josh a very long time.” He drags me back into his arms. “Hell, if it had been Thomas, I might not have known.”

In a twisting dance of a motion, Johnny pulls me down to the couch with him, artfully arranging me so I straddle him, but before he kisses me again, his brow pinches as he looks at something to his right.

“Is that… what I think it is?”

I look over my shoulder and see what’s caught his attention. The vial is still where I left it after Joshua’s visit. “I mean… probably?”

“No wonder I could still smell him in here.”

“It can be useful.” I say, sliding my hands up, over his shoulders. “For certain things.”

“Good things? Or bad things?”

I settle on him. “Only good.”

“What kind of good?”

“That is a secret I’ll never tell.” With a laugh, I nod to the basket of vials. “Do you want to make a donation as well?

“Careful, a guy might think you’re just using him for his body.”

I don’t know if I flinched, or if something in my expression or body gave me away, but he freezes. “What did I say?”

Shaking my head, I brush my nose against his. “There have been others who have thought that.”

“I don’t. I was just teasing.” He puts a finger under my chin and nudges my face up. “Whoever they were, I’m not them.We’renot them.”

“No, you guys definitely aren’t.” I force myself to relax against him. “I’ve never dated werewolves before.”

“And we’ve never dated a witch… or the same woman at once. We’re going to make mistakes, but we’ll figure it out. I promise you that. All four of us are highly motivated to make this work.”

This time, when he kisses me, he twists us, dropping me onto my back on the couch, and slides to the floor.

“I had the most delicious dream last night.” His hands ghost up my legs, fingers pressing my skirt back. “It left me wondering what I’d find under these skirts you wear so well.”

“Just a little bit further, and you’ll know.” I shiver as his fingers tighten on my thighs. But instead of heading closer to my core, he pulls back, and I whimper at the loss.

“I’m a visual learner.” He flips my skirt up to my waist, his eyes devouring me. “And I do like what I see… did you wear them just for me?”

“What do you think?”

He slips his fingers over and into the emerald green lace, “I think this might be my new favorite color.”

He pulls them down my legs with agonizing slowness. Fingers sliding over skin that’s too sensitive, knowing the treat that waits for me.

This teasing torture makes me wonder if I shouldn’t have just left them off this morning. But the way he watches me…

I would let this man undress me every day to be looked at like that.

When he slips the lacy garment over my feet and lets them drop to the floor, I don’t make him press my legs open. I widen them for him, scooting lower on the couch. Giving him complete access… complete control.

The growl that rumbles through him sends shivers over me, and I have to press my lips together to keep from letting go of the strange giggle in my chest.

His focus is so pinpoint sharp, he doesn’t notice.

“No,thisis definitely my new favorite color.”

He looks up at me with a quick and sinful grin. And then, he buries his face between my legs.

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