Page 54 of Bewitched By the Headless Horseman
Stevie knew her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, and as the image of her mom collapsing on her porch came again, she wiped a loose tear away. “It’s nothing,” she lied after he sat in the passenger seat. “Cauldron’s teeth, I can’t keep this bottled up. It’s my mom. When she came for lunch, her heart was slowing rapidly. Ginger said she’ll need two a month going forward. But what if that doesn’t work next time? What if nothing does?” she sobbed.
“Close your eyes,” Kit said gently, inching closer, his hand falling through hers.
Taking a deep breath, she shut them, and his arms folded around her, strong and grounding as he held her. It was something she didn’t know she needed, something as simple as a hug, and she relaxed against him. “Thank you,” she whispered. The unease and anxiousness wouldn’t grow wings and fly away completely, but the gesture lessened it.
Stevie didn’t know how many minutes they sat like that, and she didn’t care who crept by, gawking at her hugging air, but she finally shifted back from his cool comfort to drive home. She kept quiet on the ride, having to come to terms that her mom would just need an extra heart, and that Ginger believed it would hold her over for a while.
As soon as they walked through the door, Kit went straight to the kitchen and poured her a glass of milk. Stevie’s heartfluttered at such a simple thing. Which could end in a classic heartbreak, but to Hollow with it.
“I’ll gladly drink that.” A small smile spread her lips as she sat on the counter and polished off the glass. She leaned back against the cabinets and sighed.
Kit stood before her, placing his hands on either side of her thighs. “Do you need anything else?”
“Lots of things.” Stevie shrugged. “To find your head for one. A kiss for two.”
He leaned closer and whispered like he was revealing a secret, “I do believe I don’t need my head to kiss you.”
“That’s one good thing then, isn’t it?” Stevie closed her eyes and hoped he wouldn’t think she wanted his mouth for a temporary escape. She just liked the way he felt against her. But he gave her what she wanted and pressed his lips to hers, and she kissed him back, bringing him closer.
“I want my head for one very important reason,” he drawled.
“And why is that?” she murmured.
Kit’s hand skimmed down to her backside and he settled between her legs as he drew her against him. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth. “I want to see your expression when you moan because of me. I want to see how you arch when I taste you to orgasm. I want to see you bare. All of you.”
Heat dipped to her center, and she kissed up his jawline. “The bare part is easy peasy.” She grinned, reaching for the top button of his collar. “We just have to remove each other’s clothing first.”
“Keep unfastening each one with those pretty little fingers of yours, then it will be my turn,” he rasped.
Stevie’s smile grew wider as she finished loosening the buttons to peel the shirt from his taut chest and broad shoulders. She ran her hands up his cool flesh while he tugged down her skirt. As if the Hollow would open in the next three seconds, theythrew one another’s clothing to the floor in between desperate kisses.
“On the count of three, we’ll look,” Stevie said, and he stepped backward. “One, two, three.” Flicking her eyes open, she laughed when she noticed his fingers stroking his invisible face. “You cheated and looked first, didn’t you?”
“I couldn’t help it,” Kit said innocently.
Her laughter faded as her gaze swept up his naked form, his hard length. Because of his white ethereal skin, it was like he was sculpted from marble.
“I’m no Aphrodite,” she whispered, her body much softer than his, not as curvy as Clara’s.
“You are more perfect than Aphrodite,” he said gruffly. “Now shut your eyes for me.”
Stevie couldn’t argue with that, and though she anticipated his lips coming to hers, they didn’t. Instead, his hands skated up her thighs to her backside, his head slipping between her legs. She gasped when his tongue tasted up her center, deftly, epically. Threading her fingers in his hair, she gripped the locks tighter while moaning. She opened her legs wider as he thoroughly tasted her to the point where she couldn’t hold back another moan, her body quaking.
Then his mouth was on hers, and she could feel his satisfied smile, knowing he’d gotten her to come for him. She reached between them, gripping his cock, and she stroked him until he grazed his teeth up her neck and whispered gruffly in her ear, “Let me inside you. Let me pleasure you fully.”
“Do come in then. The door is wide open.” She grinned.
“I won’t deny you.” Kit grasped her by the waist and slid into her with one deep thrust. “You feel splendid,” he growled.
“Gentleman words and animal movements. You can’t get much better than that.”
Kit cut off her words with a fierce kiss, his hips rolling into hers, their pants and groans filling the kitchen. “Deeper,” he ground out, carrying Stevie from the counter to the kitchen table.
“If the table breaks, don’t you dare stop,” she chided.
“I wouldn’t dare,” he said, trailing kisses up her stomach, then taking a peaked nipple between his teeth. He gave it a gentle bite and soft flick of the tongue before burying himself back inside her.
They worked themselves into a frenzy, her legs tight around his waist, her fingers digging into his back. As her orgasm took root, licking its own magical spell through her, she swore it shook not only her but all of Sleepy Hollow. Kit’s pace picked up, thrusting harder until he released a deep and guttural groan.
