Page 27 of Undo Me

She turned toward him, his hand dropping so his mouth could cover hers as she flew over the edge. Flashes of colored light blinded her, her body burning for him.

Always for him.

Marcel.

She wasn’t sure how long they lingered in the aftermath, carnal kisses replaced by playful nips and soothing tongues. His hands skimmed her shoulders and arms lightly, almost apologetically. Did he think she didn’t enjoy that? The fact that she’d lived this long without experiencing anything to equal what just happened was a little overwhelming. That’s how good it was.

Reason number one why people were better than books.

That.

He lifted his mouth from hers, amber eyes filled with as much wonder as she was feeling. “What kind of spell are you weaving around me, Blue Eyes? As soon as I touch you, you make me forget everything else. How is that possible?”

An impatient knock sounded outside the dressing room before she could form an answer. And then Bethany heard a familiar voice.

Shit.

“Look, let’s not make this weird. You’re in there together, you weren’t that quiet, but I’m not the right person to judge this kind of things so I’ll give you a few minutes before I come in there and drag you out. And then this lovely, sexually frustrated saleswoman will make Ben pay her for the broken dressing room door, among other things.”

Bethany pressed her forehead against the mirror. “Too late. It’s weird.”

BD chuckled against her back. “Michelle is a feisty one. But then, so are you, Blue Eyes.” He pulled out and she gasped as a warm liquid rush coated her thighs. When he started swearing in French, she knew what it was.

“Bethany, I—”

She held up her hand to shut him up so she could process. She’d never had unsafe sex in her life. Not that she had that much sex, but when she did, she was always safe. She was also usually in a bed so she didn’t get accidental rugburn from the floor of a public dressing room.

And he thought she was weaving a spell? She barely recognized herself.

“Give us a minute,” she called, standing up and brushing off her knees before grabbing her underwear to wipe away the moisture on her inner thighs. She tossed on her pants and t-shirt, realizing she was still wearing the black lace and silently groaning before balling up the plain underthings she’d worn inside.

When she turned to the door without meeting his gaze, his hand pressed against it, barring her way. “What?”

“That’s never happened before, Bethany.”

She offered a brittle smile. “Of course it hasn’t. You may have been having wild sex with countless partners for hundreds of years, but you’ve only been human for a few hours. You haven’t had a chance to be irresponsible.”

“Yet, you won’t look at me.” There was something in his voice that sounded uncannily like pain.

She sighed, focusing on her hand curled around the knob. “You’re wrong about me. I’m not feisty, or sexy, and I’m certainly not a witch. I’m also not used to being in situations like this. I’d like to skip ahead a chapter or two and I can’t unless you move out of my way.”

She knew he wanted her to look at him, was willing her to, but she refused. “Let me go, Bone Daddy. The day is passing by and you’re wasting it.”

He lifted his hand and she hurried through the door, avoiding her friends. Their expressions changed from disbelief to concern when they saw her face. She tried to smile at Allegra, but she felt like bawling her eyes out.

“Your hair looks beautiful,” she said in a wobbly voice. “Oh, they used Isabel’s comb.”

A tear slid down her cheek and Allegra wrapped an arm around her, glaring over her head to where she knew BD must be standing.

She heard Michelle’s voice through the ringing in her ears. “You two go back home, Allegra. Take the car. I’ll grab our purchases, wrangle this one and meet you back there.”

She let Allegra lead her outside, feeling like a fool, and even worse, a horrible wedding guest. “How did you find us?”

“Believe it or not, Michelle’s future mother-in-law told us about this place and I’d ordered a little something new that Rousseau’s never seen before for our wedding night. That woman kept glaring at the back room instead of checking us out, and then we heard—well, then we heard.”

The hits just kept on coming. “I’m so sorry about that.”

“Don’t you dare, Bethany. If anyone should be sorry, it’s that oversexed Loa back there.” She made a sound of pure frustration. “You know, Rousseau wasn’t happy that he’d shown up today, but I thought it would be a great opportunity to heal. Fate even. But he can’t stop being what he is, not even on the one day where he has an actual choice. I should have known. I never should have left him unsupervised.”

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