Pulling back my hips as far as her tight grip on me would allow, I felt my cock make connection with her entrance. Then, without any further hesitation, I pressed forward. The feeling of being inside a woman without a single barrier between us was a type of magic all on its own.

I felt almost drunk on my little witch as I took her roughly again, pounding into her depths as if I could imprint my soul onto hers.

In the end, when she started screaming my name, it was nearly impossible to withdraw from her tight grip. It was certainly a close call as my cock hardened painfully and began to shoot just as I started to pull out and painted her belly as we again collapsed into each other and fell into an exhausted sleep.

Chapter

Fourteen

BRIDGETTE

The sound of a phone ringing woke me up. Knowing that it couldn’t have been mine based on the tone, I rolled over to see Logan reaching over the side of the bed. I admired the play of muscles in his back, and when I saw the bright red stripes near his shoulders, I blushed as I remembered how those scratch marks got there.

Logan finally found his phone and rolled back onto the bed, the sheet low on his hips from his actions. It was easy to see the outline of his thick cock not quite hidden by the purple fabric. I was thankful for the potion I took last night. Though my muscles were a bit sore, I didn’t feel any pain.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in twenty,” Logan said, catching my attention. As he hung up the call, he dropped the phone by his side. Then I found myself being hauled back against him, where I braced myself against his chest before I face planted there instead.

“Going somewhere?” I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. I didn’t want to sound needy, or Goddess forbid, hurt.

He stared at my face for a long minute as I tried to look unbothered. His eyes grew soft, then he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I had to wait until last night to take you out because Mac and I take turns being on call. I didn’t want to take the chance that I would have to leave you in the middle of our first date. Unfortunately, we both get called during the day.”

“So you have to leave for a case?” I asked, feeling somewhat appeased by the man leaving just hours after he’d taken my first everythings.

“Yeah, babe. I have a case.” He ran his thumb over my cheek, then he placed another closed mouth kiss on my lips. “Can I see you again tonight? I can bring dinner, and we can watch a movie?”

“I’d like that,” I whispered as I took in his handsome face, noting that he looked relaxed. His gray eyes were a paler shade then the darker, stormier one I’d seen last night as he fucked me into the mattress.

“Good,” he whispered back. Then he slapped my ass with the palm of his hand. “I’ve got to go. I’ve got about five minutes to get out the door in order to make it across town.”

He slid out from under me and rolled out of bed with the grace of a panther. I tugged the sheet up to my chest and hugged the pillow he’d used, surreptitiously sniffing it and liking that my things had his scent on them.

I watched as he quickly dressed. He sat down on the bed by my hips and pulled his socks and boots on. I scrunched up my nose as I watched, knowing how much it must suck to have to wear the same clothes from the day before.

“You should bring a bag with you tonight.”

He looked at me over his shoulder as he tied his motorcycle boots. “Yeah?” he asked with a grin.

“Yeah,” I said with a slight shrug. “That way, you have a change of clothes. Maybe a toothbrush.” He laughed as he stoodand turned to face me, leaning down with his hands braced against the mattress.

“Noted. Fresh breath tomorrow morning.”

“Um hmmm,” I hummed as I stared up at my mate.

“Later, little witch.”

“Later, Detective Storm.”

With a wink, a quick kiss, and a reminder to lock the door, he was gone, and I closed my eyes, falling back into a deep sleep.

“Thanks, Eileen!”I called out, stuffing a dollar bill into the tip jar. I brought my hot cup of white peppermint mocha coffee to my nose and inhaled. “Oh, my Goddess, that smells so good!” I groaned.

“Better than sex,” Shayla agreed as we sat down in our usual comfortable armchairs in the corner at the cafe down the street from Oohs, Ahhhs, and Orbs.

At my silence, Shayla looked up at me, immediately seeing my flushed cheeks, and squealed.

“Shhh!” I waved at her frantically, noting all the eyes that had turned in our direction. I gave old Mrs. Boone a small smile and a wave of apology. I brought the cup up to my lips, hoping that Shayla would let it go for now, but I should have known there was no way in hell she would.

She leaned into my personal bubble to whisper fiercely. “Girl, if you don’t tell me everything right this second, I’m going to call up my momma right here and now and tell her that you were the one who dug up her favorite tulips when we were ten.”