Page 48 of Kiss of Magic

“Then stop being a wimp and…”

She didn’t get any further. He tilted her chin up and dropped his mouth onto hers.

The shock of it reverberated through her. His touch turned her muscles to liquid and she had to clutch at his arms to stop her knees buckling.

It was just the potion, she told herself. No-one could actually kiss so well that they turned your legs to jelly. Could they? But damn, he tasted good.

He kissed her with an expertise that made her want to fist her hands into his hair and bring that decadent mouth to other parts of her body.

His tongue stroked hers teasingly and her nipples tightened. She bit back a moan as liquid heat began throbbing between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, imagining all the things that tongue could do to her.

“Is it working?” he muttered, kissing the corner of her mouth, her jaw. She didn’t answer, just wound her arms about his neck and pressed her lips to his again, not willing to give them up.

Blake tried to control his instincts. He’d intended to teach the witch a lesson – don’t mess with a hunter. And he’d been amused when he discovered what she’d put into his drink.

But now the tables had turned. When she’d looked at him so trustingly and asked him to kiss her, he’d barely hesitated. And the merest touch of her sweet mouth had sent his senses reeling.

He couldn’t explain it. Didn’t know how it was possible. He wasn’t some slack-jawed romantic. He’d faced down vampires and demons. Yet here he was, grizzled and world-weary, melting at her touch.

And she was enjoying it. That was the irony. A woman who had every right to hate him, who saw him as the bringer of her doom, was pressing against him passionately.

She brought her mouth to his ear so he’d hear her over the thumping music.

“Take me somewhere private, hunter. I want you inside me.”

Her brazen invitation shook some sense into him. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t break her trust.She’s a bounty. Remember that.He pulled her arms from about his neck.

“I think you need a cold shower. Let’s go back to the safe-house.”

Her eyes lit up.

“Yes! We can be alone there!”

“Blue, listen to me.” He took her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I’m a ruthless, mercenary bastard. But I’m notthatkind of bastard.”

“But I want you inside me!”

“That just proves you’re not yourself. The womanIknow would rather spit on me than screw me.”

He watched her struggle with her emotions. Her shoulders slumped.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. I think I need to go to the bathroom so I can… um… sort myself out.”

He raised a brow.

“’Sort yourself out’?”

“If I make myself… if I have an…” She flushed, humiliated beyond belief. “I need to do something to make this fucking potion wear off, okay? You can wait outside the bathroom.”

“Not a chance.” Blake was firm. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. You’re too valuable.”

“But I can’t be likethisall night!”

She stared at him, distraught.Goddess, his mouth was divine.Without thinking, she brushed her thumb along his bottom lip. His eyes darkened at her touch.

“Agreed. I’m not sureIcan deal with this all night either. Come on.”

He took her hand and dragged her to the coat-check room. A bored girl was filing her nails behind the counter. Blake produced a fifty.

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