Page 47 of Kiss of Magic

“I’m fine, I… wow, your chest is so hard.” Distracted, she ran her fingers across his pecs, feeling them flex under his shirt. “You have a really great body.”

Again the incongruity of her words shocked her.What the actual fuck are you saying?

“Thanks. Your bod is smoking too.” He nuzzled her ear. “I want to run my hands all over it. Would you like that?”

Her eyes widened. Not because of the impertinence of his question, but because of her reaction.Yes. Goddess, yes, a thousand times yes. Touch me!

Confused by her burning emotions, she put her hands to her cheeks and found him laughing at her.

“I… what’s happening?”

“You tell me, witch. What did you put in the drink?”

“The drink?”

“The drink I switched with yours when you weren’t looking.”

“You… youswitched the drinks?”

No! Fuck, no!The implication slammed through her. Her blood would have run cold if it wasn’t so inflamed by being this close to him.

“I saw you drop something into my glass out of the corner of my eye. I assumed it was a sedative to knock me out, but this iswaymore interesting. What is it? Some kind of aphrodisiac?”

She found herself still stroking his chest and snatched her hand away.

“It’s a lust spell,” she said miserably. “I thought if you wanted me you’d… you’d help me escape.”

“Ah.” The smile left his face. “For what it’s worth, Blue, it wasn’t a bad plan. How long till it wears off?”

“A few hours. But until then I might act… I might be… fuck, I can’t believe you switched glasses, you bastard!”

He laughed out loud and her pulse leapt. Goddess, even the sound of his voice was turning her on. A flutter of warmth kindled low in her abdomen.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. As tempting as you are, I don’t take advantage of women under the influence.”

“You promise?”I really want to touch his hair.

He held up his hand.

“Scout’s honour.”

“Because I would seriously have to kill myself in the morning.”And his eyes are gorgeous. No! Stop it!

“I get the message loud and clear. And just so there’s no doubt at all, I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last woman on earth.”

“As long as you remember that.”How did his jaw get so chiselled?

“Not a problem, I assure you. Now, how do we make it wear off? Is there an antidote?”

“Kiss me,” she said instantly. He raised a brow. “No, really. The more you feed the lustful cravings, the faster it burns out. Look, I don’t like it any more than you do, but…”

“Fine, fine. But I’m doing this under protest, okay?”

“Oh, come on, hunter. Are you saying I’m not kissable?”

She pouted and he studied her mouth.

“I’m definitely not saying that.”

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