Page 57 of Hex and the Kitty

“Of course, they did.” He glanced at her briefly, golden eyes reflecting the passing streetlights. “You matter to me, so you matter to them.”

The simple declaration stole her breath. “I matter to you?”

Instead of answering directly, Warrick made an unexpected turn—away from the route to her apartment, toward the winding road that led to his estate on the other side of town.

“Warrick?”

“Would you...” He hesitated, uncharacteristically uncertain. “Would you like to come back to my place? For coffee, or... just to talk.”

The hesitation in his voice, the careful way he avoided pressuring her, only made her want him more. “Yes,” she answered simply.

His relief was palpable, shoulders relaxing slightly as he drove the remaining distance to his home. Unlike his parents’ estate, Warrick’s house was more modern—a sprawling single-story with clean lines and large windows framing mountain views. Inside, minimalist furnishings in earth tones provided a backdrop for carefully chosen objects that hinted at his centuries of life—an ancient tribal mask here, a Victorian-era globe there.

“It’s beautiful,” Molly said, turning slowly to take it all in. “Very you.”

“Is that a compliment or an observation that my house is as austere as my personality?” he asked with a hint of self-deprecation.

She smiled, stepping closer to him. “Neither. It’s thoughtful, deliberate, with depth for those who take the time to look closer.” Her hand lifted to his cheek, heart thundering as she took this new liberty. “Like you.”

His eyes darkened at her touch, pupils expanding until only a rim of gold remained. His hand captured hers, turning to press a kiss against her palm that sent heat spiraling through her body.

“Stay,” he whispered against her skin.

One word, layered with meaning. Stay tonight. Stay with me. Stay in my life.

“Yes,” she answered again, the single syllable containing multitudes.

In a fluid motion that reminded her of his tiger grace, Warrick drew her against him, mouth finding hers with newfound certainty. This kiss held none of the tentative exploration of their first—this was hunger and promise and claiming. His hands spanned her waist, lifting her effortlessly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, lost in the sensations of his mouth, his touch, his overwhelming presence.

Warrick swept her into his arms and carried her down the hallway toward what she presumed was his bedroom. Her arms tightened around his neck, magic responding to her emotions by creating tiny sparkles of light that trailed in their wake.

“I finally have you right where I want you,” Warrick’s voice was playful, teasing as he nipped at the back of her shoulder.

“Really?” She played along, but she was pretty damn certain that he wanted her naked since his erection was pressed up against her backside.

“It has something to do with orgasms. Lots and lots of orgasms. Is that something you might be interested in, or …” He maneuvered his hand between her legs. Quickly finding her clit, he began a slow lazy circle with his fingers.

“Mmm,” she moaned, loving the way he made her body feel. “I think I would definitely be down for lots and lots of orgasms now that I know how much fun they are and how incredible they feel.”

“That’s just what I was hoping to hear.” Warrick crawled between her legs, pushing her thighs apart with his hands. He kissed a path up her calf and to her inner thigh, stopping to nibble a little along the way.

Anticipation poured into Molly’s body. She wanted to savor every single touch, every damn kiss, and every freaking lick that Warrick had to offer.

His tongue swiped across her clit, then once again. She tossed her head back and forth as the raw heat from his actions sent her hormones into overdrive, flooding her core with need.

“I could lick you all day, every day.”

“I would be perfectly okay with that.”

Warrick slid two fingers into her, covering them in her scent. He pulled them back out and licked them off before sliding them right back in, scissoring them in and out, reaching all of her most sensitive places in one fell swoop. He was that damn good.

Her body began to shake with each swipe of his tongue across her clit. He pumped his fingers in and out of her with a fury, driving her closer and closer to her climax.

“Warrick, please,” she begged.

“Do you want me to make you come, love?” He growled in between slow, methodical licks.

She swore that he timed each lick to drive her insane.

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