Page 91 of Sugar, Spice, and Magical Midlife

My eyelids fluttered when he dragged calloused knuckles down the side of my face. “And we’ll continue to let them think that. As much as I don’t want them coming after you, we need to keep him safe.”

He wanted to keep my son safe? Goddess, this man was too perfect to be real. Surely, he had to have had flaws. Then I thought about the way he almost bit off my hand while devouring an entire bucket of popcorn and the fact that he lived in a haunted house. Okay, maybe he did have a few flaws. But he more than made up for his shortcomings by protecting my son and also by that thing he did with his tongue.

“I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything.” He motioned to the door across from Des’s. “That bedroom is open. It has a lovely balcony if that’s where you want to sleep.”

I averted my gaze when he pinned me with a hard stare. I could practically feel the longing pulsing off him. I bit my lip. “Where do you want me to sleep?”

“With me, obviously. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since our date.” He nuzzled my neck. “I think we were about to make love again before we were interrupted.”

“We were more than about to make love. You were already impaling me in the shower.” Then that stupid little troll ruined everything. I whispered a silent spell that Gus’s crotch would be infested with a thousand vampire fleas. I didn’t think the spell would work from so far away, but a girl could dream.

“I’d give anything to impale you again.”

I let out a hiss when that very large and very stiff bulge in his pants pressed into my hip. I released a shaky breath while accidentally on purpose grinding against him. “Then what are you waiting for?”

WE FELL ONTO RIC’Sbed in a tangle of limbs, tearing at each other’s clothes.

His eyes lit up after he pulled off my borrowed sweatshirt, and he raked his fangs down my neck while cupping my bare breasts. “No bra,mi amor?”

My veins turned to liquid iron. “Mm.” I angled my head to give him better access. “I busted one and my aunt fed the other to the dryads.”

I wasn’t prepared for his burst of laughter, his hands stilling on my breasts. “A dryad ate your bra?”

“You think that’s bad?” I couldn’t help but laugh, too. “Gnomes stole my vibrator.”

His smile was wicked incarnate. “I’ll buy you a dozen more bras and vibrators.”

Heat flushed my face as I leaned back against a pillow while tracing his strong jawline. “I have more bras and a vibrator at home.”

He waggled his brows. “I can’t wait to use it on you.”

I gaped at him. Was he serious? Colin had threatened to divorce me when he found my vibrator. He had sulked for weeks, saying our lovemaking must not be enough for me. He was right, of course, but the guilt trip was maddening. I’d had to hide my vibrator in my tampon box after that. And now my awesome new lover wanted to bring my vibrator into his bed?

I arched back with a groan when he feasted on my neck again while flicking my nipples with the pads of his thumbs. But as I blinked up at the darkened ceiling, I had a sudden uneasy feeling come over me, and I worried we weren’t alone. What if Ric’s ghost friends had broken out their ghost lube and were watching us right now?

I pressed against his shoulders, forcing him to release me. “Ric, I have a question.”

His brows creased. “What,mi amor?”

I nodded toward the ceiling. “Are they watching?”

“Who?” he asked.

I gave him an annoyed look before speaking through a hiss. “Your hosts.”

“Oh.” His grin nearly stretched ear to ear. “They know not to come in when we’re making love.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure. That’s why they didn’t warn me about Gus until it was too late. They were afraid of interrupting.”

Oh. That made sense. Relief washed over me. “You’ve told them they’re allowed to interrupt in emergency situations?”

“Of course.” He brushed the hair out of my eyes, a loving gesture that nearly took my breath away.

I cupped the back of his neck, pulling him down until his lips grazed mine. He tasted of sweet wine and something feral that was all Ric, a musk that I swore was meant for me. His kisses drove me wild. Heck, everything about him turned my brain tomush and made me want to spread my thighs and let him have his way with me. I wondered again if he’d somehow spellcast me, for no man had ever made me feel this way before.

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