Page 41 of Spookily Yours

He exhaled roughly before that hand holding my back threaded through my hair, and he bent down and—Damien’s lips were on mine.

Soft, like he was gauging my response. Making sure I was okay with it. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I curled my fingers into his hair, tugging him down more forcefully against my mouth.

The first stroke of his tongue against mine had me gasping. The sudden surety—the rightness I felt—I’d never felt like this kissinganyonebefore.

Magic,my brain wanted to say. But I knew magic, and this was nothing like my powers.

Not when every movement of his tongue in my mouth, every press of his lips against mine had me dizzy, my mind blurring.

I wantedmore.

I wanted him to kiss me like this forever.

Sighing into his mouth, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

That was all the invitation he needed to pick me up, spinning me around to pin me against the straw bales as he explored my mouth with his tongue, not letting go.

“Fuck, Willow,” he murmured, awe in his voice as his eyes traced over every inch of my face. Lingering, memorizing. I tugged on the back of his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine.

Bringing our lips together. Now that I’d felt it, I didn’t want to stop.

By the time we made it out of the maze, the sun was gone from the sky.

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“Look!” They’d fully decked the barn out for the festival, the string of lights on the ceiling illuminating the dance floor. “It’s beautiful.” I emitted a dreamy sigh.

I’d always dreamed of having a wedding like this one day. If I met the right person. Lately, that had seemed less and less likely. Except…

The man by my side was making me think of things like that again. Which I couldn’t afford to do. He’d only said he’d stay for a month. I couldn’t expect a lifetime from a demon, of all people.

He wasn’t from here. Didn’t belong in Pleasant Grove. I let loose a deep sigh.

Damien rubbed his thumb over the crease in between my brows. “What are you thinking, little witch?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.” Forcing a smile on my face, I refocused my attention on the barn. “It doesn’t matter.”

He looked skeptical, but I ignored that. “Do you want to get a drink? They have pumpkin beer.”

Damien groaned. “You and pumpkin. Is there anything in the flavor that you don’t like?”

“Nope!” I beamed. “I even have pumpkin cupcake scented body wash.”

Grumbling under his breath, he said something that I was pretty sure sounded like,Of course you do.But I couldn’t be sure.

Still, I pulled him over to the bar, ordering a beer for him and a pumpkin hard cider for me.

Damien’s eyes trailed over the room as he sipped his drink. He made a face after swallowing. “That is… truly something.”

I laughed. “It’s okay if you don’t like it. I won’t be offended if you don’t finish it.”

He grunted, taking another sip.

My eyes tracked the movement as his tongue slid over his bottom lip, catching the extra drops of liquid. I could practically feel my body heating as I thought about that kiss earlier—feeling his tongue against mine. Wondering what else it could do.

You’re losing it, Willow,I told myself, awkwardly avoiding eye contact as I chugged my cider. I should have picked something with a higher alcohol content—maybe it would have given me the courage to be more bold.

Instead, I was standing and watching the couples on the dance floor twirling their partners in their arms. They were doing some sort of upbeat, country two-step dance I ought to have known by now. I wasn’t much for dancing, though. Maybe I just hadn’t found the right partner.

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