Page 51 of Bewitched By the Headless Horseman
They only had a week left before the second Eye opened!
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Kit’s heavy boots thumped against the tile, and she looked up from her phone. “You’re going to break a hole in the floor if you continue stomping against it.”
His pacing halted in front of her. “I should go to his house tonight. I need to do more.”
Stevie drank the last of her milk. “You heard Adelia. If Levi is lurking about he could do something to you. Once Reese is with the Crowned Witch, then we ask the questions we need to.”
“Levi could’ve already done something to me if he wanted to. For centuries. As for Reese, I don’t want you around that ass again.”
“Aww, jealous?” she drawled.
One of his hands came down on the table, the other on the back of her chair, and she sucked in a breath at his nearness. “This is a serious matter,” he said.
“And I’m serious.” Stevie’s gaze lifted to where Kit’s head was missing. Her blood could bring him to life if he got his head back. And what after? Ride off into the Sleepy Hollow sunset?Too far ahead, Stevie. Because, at the moment, Kit had a real chance of not surviving past the new moon, and if the Hollow opened, the town could be run by demons that would shift into anyone’s worst nightmare.
“I don’t trust him,” Kit growled. “We need to search his home.”
Stevie inched closer to him, half forgetting what it would feel like to touch his real face. “Trust my plan. If he doesn’t text back tonight, we’ll go by his house first thing in the morning. If he’s there, I’ll drag him to Adelia’s, and if he’s not, then you can search the house.”
Kit’s fingers flexed and unflexed at his sides as he returned to pacing. But at least he didn’t argue.
Stevie pulled out the chair beside her and patted the seat. “Come here.”
He stopped, and she knew down to her marrow that he was giving her an incredulous look.
“I won’t bite,” Stevie said. “At least not like a vampire can.”
Kit folded his arms and sat in the chair, his shoulders still rigid.
“Close your eyes,” Stevie instructed at the same time she shut hers. Her hand brushed the hard muscle of his bicep and she stood from her chair. “Just lean forward. You need to release some stress—my floor can’t take much more. You don’t want me to not get my deposit back from the owner when I move, do you? All because you couldn’t stand still.”
Kit scoffed, and Stevie cupped her hands over both his shoulders. She dug her thumbs into his back muscles, then started to massage. A deep groan barreled up his throat as she continued to work his muscles, his body relaxing beneath her fingertips.
She bent toward his ear, while gliding her digits down to his biceps, and whispered, “Better?”
“Distract me further. If I have to be torn apart in the Hollow, I want something worthy of remembering.” Kit’s hand gently circled her wrist, guiding her toward him, and Roxy’s paws fell against the floor as the fox left them alone.
It was a request that Stevie needed too. “Positive vibes tonight only,” she said and tucked away the little horrors that could come. Stevie then trailed her fingers across his jawline. “So you want more than the massage package then?”
“Mm-hmm,” Kit groaned, pulling her into his lap so that her legs straddled his thighs, his hands sliding to her hips. “Kiss me.”
“IguessI can do that.” Stevie smiled when her lips pressed to his, kissing him softly, and then like a tornado of wild bat wings, tension within her combusted once he brought her closer to him.As she deepened the kiss, his hands cupped her backside, and a heat licked between her thighs, making her gasp.
“Do you enjoy my touch?” he rasped.
“I think the massage package is about to become mine.” Stevie’s voice came out throaty, and Kit’s forehead kissed hers. She wanted so badly to feel his hot breath mingling with hers, feel the thump of his heartbeat against her palm, the rise and fall of his chest as her head lay on top of it. But for now, their skin colliding would have to be enough.
Kit stood from the chair, holding her by the waist. A small squeak slipped out of her, but she didn’t dare open her eyes.
“Keep them closed.” He chuckled while cradling her. “I can’t catch you if you fall, Pumpkin.”
Stevie laughed, her arms around his neck. “Yes, Your Headlessness.”
And then his lips were on hers again, his touch driving her crazy. His tongue flicked hers, both tender and dominant as he carried her to the couch. He rested her against the cushions, his strong body coming down on hers. Stevie’s legs parted for him, and she clasped his hips, urging him to move against her.
“I’m straining to continue being a gentleman,” he said gravelly.
She combed her fingers through his hair and gripped it. “You’ll still be one if you make my toes curl first.”
