Page 35 of Unhinged Magic
This woman was simply infuriating. “I beg to differ,” I retorted, stifling a smile behind my fist.
Blood raced through my veins at her fiery temper, my dick stirring in my pants. She was an absolute fucking delight. Fierce. Passionate.It took every ounce of will inside me to stamp down the arousal at thefeverin her glare.
Last night, everything between us changed. It was vulnerable, honest. But this? This connection between us when we threw banter at each other like daggers was fucking magic.
Reid stood, moving toward the door. “I’m going to leave you guys to sort out whatever this is yourselves.”
Skye didn’t look at him.
I held the connection between us, the live wire of tension ready to explode.
“And Wes?”
I dragged my head back to Reid at the warning in his tone. Knew his thoughts were turning over, drawing his own conclusions.
“Yeah?”
His stare hardened to mine, a hand lingering on the doorknob. “What we spoke about earlier… might pay to keep it to yourself for now.”
He knew. Fuck.
A simple nod and he left.
The moment the door shut behind him, I wasted no time. “Not wise,” I said pointedly.
“Don’t avoid my question. What the hell was that last night?”
I lifted a brow. “Oh, you liked that?”
Last night I crossed a line. Did something I had never done before. I’d been that fucking devastated by the night’s events, I hadn’t been thinking straight. I had to admit, cracking her subconscious state had been enthralling. Something I didn’t know I was capable of.
Her irises turned a shade of silver blue, her fire element making itself known.Again.
“Screw you,” she spat.
I smirked. “If that’s what you want…”
Her pupils blew wider. “Arrgghhh! You’re so—”
“Charming? Great in bed? Oh wait, we didn’t get to that.”
She looked as if she were about to combust. Her eyes, wild with an untamed hunger lingering behind them, made me question if she’d finished herself off last night. My guess was not.
She stormed over to me, her hand wrapping around my throat, catching me off guard. Enough to lose my footing. I stumbled backward until I hit the wall, her fingernails shaping crescent moons into my skin at the base of my neck.
Well shit.
Her grip around my throat tightened further. “If you would shut that perfect as shit mouth of yours, I could tell you I have a plan.”
She thought my mouth was perfect?
Fuck. Yes.
When I realized air was not as precious to her as it was to me, I threw my hands up in defeat, and she released her hold on me.
Quick bursts of oxygen pulled into my chest. “Are you insane?” I rasped, grabbing at my throat.
“Stay out of my head,” she demanded, grabbing fistfuls of my shirt.
