Page 15 of Hollow Moon

“I know. It’s an illusion. You wouldn’t be out here alone if you weren’t tough. And you wouldn’t have taken me in if you didn’t think you could handle me.”

“I couldn’t leave someone wounded out in the woods.”

“A lot of people would have packed up and gotten as far away as possible.”

All the time they spoke, he kept touching her, kissing her, on the lips, the brows, the ears, the neck, and finally back to her mouth again for kisses that had turned openmouthed.

He had talked of magic, and it felt like the sorcery was coming from him. She raised her hand so that she could touch his face, circle his ears, and run her fingers through his thick hair, loving the way every inch of him felt. She had never been with a guy who was this sexy, this compelling, and this focused on her—as though she were the center of his universe.

One part of her brain still could hardly comprehend that she was locked in an embrace with a man she barely knew. Yet, she thought she did know him on some basic level that went beyond sanity or any experience she could remember.

Her eyes were squeezed shut.

“Look at me,” he murmured against her mouth. “It works better if you look at me.”

She opened her eyes and focused on him, catching the intensity of his expression.

“Do you feel it—the magic?”

Logic told her not to believe in anything so out there. But she couldn’t really discount the experience. As Knox kissed her and stroked her, he was making her feel things light years beyond what she had ever felt before.

Rolling her to her back, he reached under her sweatshirt and unhooked her bra, pushing it out of the way so that his hands could find her breasts. He cupped them in his palms, then played with her hardened nipples, circling them and finally tugging on them between thumbs and fingers.

She gasped at the pleasure of it, gasped again as he pulled the shirt and bra out of the way so he could lower his head and suck on one hardened peak.

As the heat of his mouth enveloped her, she gasped, then gasped again as he slid one hand down her body, unzipping her jeans.

She had been caught up in his lovemaking. Suddenly she knew this was going too far—too fast.

“Don’t.”

“It’s the only way to keep the spell going.”

The spell. Yes, it seemed that she was ensnared in a spell. Not sex magic—but the enchantment Knox was weaving around them. Her protest lasted only a moment. Unable to pull away, she went with the magic.

He slipped his hand inside her panties, where he gently eased a finger into her folds and found her clit.

As he pressed and stroked, her pleasure swelled, and she couldn’t stop her hips from rising to meet the pressure.

He was good at this, bringing her to the peak of pleasure as he slid his finger from her clit to her vagina, circling just inside the opening before moving upward again.

“You’re going to make me come,” she gasped out.

“Oh yeah.”

He kept up the expert attentions, adjusting his touch as he gauged her reactions.

She clung to his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she moved her hips against his hand, helpless to do anything but revel in the pleasure he was giving her.

She came in a burst of sensation, tightening her grip on him as shock waves rocketed through her body.

As the peak receded, she lay for long moments, breathing hard. And when he finally pulled his hand from her pants, she opened her eyes and found him staring down at her.

“Christ.”

The harsh word brought her back to reality.

CHAPTER 6

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