Page 11 of Killing Time

And I guided his hands to the back of my bra so he could undo the hooks there. Once it fell away, he let out a breath…and then bent to kiss them, to take one of my nipples in his mouth so he could gently suckle there.

The heat and need that flashed through my body were so intense, I almost stumbled. However, I didn’t lose myself so much that I forgot to reach for his belt and undo the buckle, then let his trousers fall to the floor.

Underneath, he had on a pair of boxers that did absolutely nothing to hide how erect he was, how ready. Not that I was expecting anything less, but all the same, it was good to know that I excited him just as much as he excited me.

While I didn’t recall making the conscious decision to do so, I still moved toward the bed and fell down on it. He dropped to the mattress as well, pulling me close so we could kiss over and over again, so he could feel my bare breasts pushing against his torso and I could thrill to the hardness of his cock pressing against my thigh.

It seemed silly to still have those bits of fabric separating us, so I grabbed hold of the waistband of his boxers and eased them down, and then waited as he slipped off my panties so we were both finally naked. I took him in my hand and heard him gasp, and guessed I probably shouldn’t do everything I wanted to him, not on this first go-’round, anyway.

After all, we should have plenty of opportunities for us to do this again in the very near future.

Instead, I kissed him again and moved his hand between my legs so he could stroke me. For just a second, he hesitated, as if he wasn’t sure exactly what he should do, but then his fingers became more certain, more steady, and I gasped, knowing how close I was already, just having him touch me like this.

But that wasn’t how I wanted to climax. No, I wanted to feel him inside me.

I shifted, pushing at the covers. Although heat was beginning to seep into the main bedroom from the wall unit in the living area, it would still be much better to finish this under the coverlet and the blankets, just so I wouldn’t have to worry about shivering the whole time.

Seth seemed to understand what I was doing, because he also tugged the covers back and then slid under them with me. At once, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him to me, drawing him inside.

His gasp might have come just a second or two before mine; I couldn’t really be sure, not when I was so focused on the sensation of him pushing ever deeper, beginning to rock his body against mine as we found our rhythms. Hands clasped in hands, breaths mingling, growing faster, more intense.

He cried out first, which I supposed wasn’t too surprising for a man having his first intimate encounter. But I could feel the heat surging in my own body, letting me know that I wouldn’t be too long in following him over the edge.

I gasped and let the warm golden heat flood through me, rushing all the way to the tips of my fingers and all my toes. In that moment, I could only think of how perfect Seth McAllister was, how my heart and my body and soul had somehow known he was the only man in the world I could ever truly love.

We held each other for one long, exquisite moment, and then he released me, withdrawing gently so he could roll over onto his side. His eyes met mine for one long, aching moment.

“I love you.”

Those three words were uttered in barely more than a whisper, voice raw with emotion. I reached out to touch his hair, the thick, wavy locks lush beneath my fingertips.

“I love you, Seth McAllister,” I replied, then shifted so I could place a kiss against his mouth.

His expression was of a man utterly satisfied with his world. But then alarm flickered, and he said, “We didn’t — well — ”

The words broke off there, and he glanced away, obviously embarrassed.

I understood what he was trying to say, though.

“It’s all right,” I told him, and brushed my lips against his cheek before continuing with, “Blessed Brigid, now is not the time. Please bestow your blessings elsewhere.”

Seth stared at me, wide-eyed. “How could you know that?”

I could only smile back at him. “Because the McAllister witches in my time made sure to let everyone know about the charm of Brigid so we Wilcox witches could use it if we liked. Birth control’s come a long way, but the charm is still the easiest thing out there.”

“Just another benefit of the cooperation among clans, I suppose,” he said.

“Exactly.”

Our eyes met, and he pulled me toward him, kissing me over and over again, and I knew he was ready to go again already. I couldn’t really blame him, not when he’d been waiting so long for a moment like this.

I had plenty to teach him, after all.

Cool sunlight peeked past the drapes, and I cracked an eyelid. For just a second, I couldn’t remember where I was — what was with that striped wallpaper and the dark green velvet curtains? — but then I heard Seth snoring gently next to me and remembered we were in bed in the master bedroom of his bungalow.

My bungalow, too, I supposed, a hundred years from now, although of course he had much more claim to it than I did.

We’d left the heater on all night, so it was warm enough in there. Idly, I wondered who was paying the electric bills and guessed it must be Charles, since he seemed to be the one who’d kept things running all this time.

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