Page 54 of My Hexed Honeymoon

In my excitement, there’s a bit of a collision with fabric and hair and mouths and arms. It makes us giggly and giddy, and the last of the tension in my chest finally eases.

That knot of panic I carried last night—the fear I could lose her—unravels. Maybe I overreacted. Chalk it up to the Hollow. Chalk it up to nearly watching the woman I’m falling for disappear forever.

We retrieved the weapon. We’re on our way home. We’ll save the day, and everything will be fine.

But first things first—I’m going to make love to this woman I suddenly want to call mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

I straddle Diego,his body warm and solid beneath mine, unable to breathe without taking in the scent of pine and him.

There’s a hunger in his eyes, yes—but there’s something else too. Something deeper.

Love might be too big a word, too dangerous to use this soon. But what I feel right now? It goes beyond lust. It’s belonging. It’s safety.

His hands trail up my bare thighs, slow and reverent, like he’s cataloging and savoring every inch. I rock my hips against him, feeling the delicious friction of his arousal pressing against my very center, and a low growl escapes him.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, arching against me and increasing the incredible friction. “Just like that.”

My moan fills the entire tent and I’m sure our campground, too, but I’m too turned on to care if Riven can hear us.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that? Watching you ride me is the best thing I’ve seen in…It’s the best thing I’ve seen.”

Dragging myself over his intoxicating length, I lean down, letting my hair fall like a curtain around us as I kiss him. Thekiss is urgent and electrifying, our mouths moving together in a heated tangle of tongues and need.

Diego cups the back of my neck, guiding me where he wants me in the most incredible of ways. His other hand cups my breast. He kneads, and then his thumb finds my nipple. He plays it—plays me. Each strum across it sends a shockwave through my core, pleasure shivering through my entire body.

I moan as I lean into his touch, mewling so he knows I want more.

He buries his head in my neck, lavishing kisses up the column as I continue to rock against him. All that’s left between us is the thin cotton of my panties and his boxer briefs, but there’s still too much fabric and space.

“I could worship you all day,” Diego rasps, dragging his mouth along my collarbone, so it would seem we’re finally on the same wavelength about something. “But right now, I need to feel you. All of you.”

“Then stop teasing and take me,” I dare him, brazen in my desire in a way I’ve never been before.

His hands slide to my hips, anchoring me to him as he rolls us so that he’s on top. He slides off my underwear and rids himself of his, tossing them aside before pinning me to the ground.

There’s nothing hurried about the way Diego sits back and appraises my body, which is as intoxicating as it is sexually frustrating.

“Patience,” he teases, so I reach out and grip his cock.

He groans, but he doesn’t get to the ravishing right away—as if proving he’s in charge, and in this instance, I don’t care, he can have it.

As long as he fucks me already.

With a wicked grin, Diego finally dips his head, but he takes his sweet time peppering kisses along my ribs, my stomach, and then at long last my thighs…

Until I’m trembling with anticipation.

“What’s wolf in Spanish?” I ask breathily.

I can tell the question takes him off-guard, his brown eyes hazed over with lust when he peers up my body at me.By the moon, that’s sexy.

“Lobo.”

Yeah, that sounded familiar—I probably would’ve thought of it myself if I wasn’t caught up in how skilled he is at worshiping my body. I doubted it would sound as sexy as when he called mebruja, but I decided to give it a try anyway.

“You’re driving meloco,mi lobo.” I grin, pretty proud of myself for using two whole words in Spanish, and Latin incantations—as well as Diego—had helped me considerably.

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