Page 75 of Kiss of Magic

“You’re making me care about you.”

The silence stretched. His heart pounded with the admission he hadn’t expected nor intended to make. He had no clue why he’d blurted it out. He just knew that he didn’t have any defences against her.

For the first time in his gritty, violent, dangerous life he’d met someone he cared about more than himself.

But what good was that, when tomorrow she’d be gone?

“Sorry.” He stroked an errant blue lock behind her ear. “I don’t know what’s got into me. Forget I said anything.”

He thought she would mock him then. The hunter who’d caught feelings for his bounty. He steeled himself.

“Ethan.” Her voice was a whisper. “Ethan, kiss me.”

Thirty Four

This is a bad idea, his conscience told him firmly. But the rest of him didn’t give a shit. He cupped her face, stroking a thumb over one high cheekbone.

For the first time he noticed her lashes were a shade of dark blue. And her eyes… her eyes were beautiful. Like diving into the Caribbean sea. He could drown in them forever. The only thing he wanted to do more was taste her lips again.

She tilted up to meet him halfway. The kiss was very different to the heated clinch they’d had at the nightclub. This time it began slowly, as if they were both finding their way. Her lips were soft and sweet and he explored every inch thoroughly. But when he felt the tip of her tongue invade his mouth, his restraint melted.

Dani’s pulse leapt as the tempo of the kiss changed. Suddenly he was ravishing her mouth with delicious urgency, his tongue sweeping her bottom lip in a sensual promise that sent bolts of electricity straight to her core.

Feverishly she stroked his chest, pressing her curves into the hard planes of his body until there wasn’t a spare inch between them. With satisfaction, she felt his excitement pushing against her. Goddess, he was as rigid as an iron bar.

He tugged at her T-shirt and she lifted her arms, letting him pull it over her head. He stroked the swell of her breasts, enjoying how they were pushed up by her lacy bra.

“You are so beautiful, Blue,” he told her.

He dropped a kiss onto the upper slope of her curves and she gasped as his tongue dipped into her cleavage. Her nippleshardened and she arched against him, silently inviting him to explore further.

He fastened his lips to one sweet bud pushing through the sheer lace.

“Yes,” she breathed as he nibbled on the stiff little peak. “Yes, don’t stop.”

He chuckled as he ran his tongue over her breasts.

“Be a good little witch for me, Blue,” he commanded. “Take the rest of your clothes off.”

Shakily, she unsnapped her jeans and wriggled out of them. Her skin was the colour of a silky smooth latte, he thought, as he feasted his eyes on her long legs. She unhooked her bra and let it drop.

Somewhere in the back of her head, Dani realised she could no longer hear the demons though she wasn’t touching Blake’s shielding tattoo. Was it possible they’d been driven out by sheer lust? She didn’t have time to ponder.

She closed her eyes as Blake stroked a nipple. He rolled it between finger and thumb, pinching it until she writhed.

“More,” she whispered.

Goddess, he was turning her on. Heat gathered between her legs. When he pushed her onto her back, she didn’t resist.

Blake trailed his lips down her body, pausing to tongue her belly button before descending to her hips. He grabbed the elastic of her underwear in his teeth and pulled them down. The scent of her arousal washed over him and he wanted nothing more than to dive between her thighs and gorge himself on her.

But he took a moment to revel in her beauty. She lay with her eyes half closed, head thrown back in bliss, legs spread wide as if inviting him to a banquet. He trailed a fingertip through the soft blue thatch that pointed the way to heaven. His mouth watered.

“I’m going to feast on you, Blue,” he told her. “I’m going to graze on you till I’ve had my fill.”

His growled promise made her catch her breath. Heart racing, she watched as he lowered his head to her core and fastened his lips to her.

His tongue was hot and slippery, its wicked touch wrenching a moan from her as he lapped at her velvet depths. Tension gathered at her heated centre, a taut ribbon of pleasure that throbbed and pulsed with every gentle probe of his mouth.

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