Page 44 of Untraced Magic
I’d got a taste of what I thought I couldn’t have, but now things had changed.
I couldn’t deny I wanted more.
Gods, I wanted more.
Although Wes had his doubts, I knew she had a gift. I just needed to figure out the missing piece of the puzzle.
I threw aside the bedcover I’d draped over me, shuffling with heavy eyelids into the kitchen. Plucking a carton of milk from the fridge, I tipped it up, and the cold liquid slid down my throat.
A shiver crawled over my skin as the night air wrapped around me. I was only in boxers.
“Hey, night owl.”
My hand slammed to my mouth, gulping down the remaining milk faster than intended with a cough as I swung the fridge door closed.
I cursed when I found Morgan leaning against the kitchen counter. “You’re lucky you didn’t wear that,” I retorted sharply, holding up the milk in my hand.
A smile curled up her lips, turning into a light laugh.
It was then I noticed she wore only my top, which while large on her, wasveryshort, exposing her shapely thighs. No sweatpants. Fuck.
She raised a brow with a shy smile. “Like something you see?”
Damn, not so subtle.
“Yeah, the top looks good on you. You scared the shit out of me.”
She rubbed her weary eyes. “I couldn’t sleep.”
I didn’t miss the way they snaked their way over my bare chest, and I held in my own smile. “Want some?” I asked, extending the milk to her.
“Thanks.” Morgan took it, having a sip from it before handing it back to me. “I’ve decided it’s not fair,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.
I raised a brow with intrigue.
“I think we need to even the score,” she continued.
Curiosity slid into my tone. “Even the score?”
“A lot happened tonight, and I’m not sure what I saw.” She paused for a moment. “I showed you mine…”
The way she said it wasn’t provocative by any means. But she made it clear that if she was to trust me, it had to be a two-way street.
The warning from Wes was still fresh in my mind, but the way she looked at me made me want to ignore it completely.
Cautious eyes studied me as she fumbled with her necklace again.
She seemed to have gained her confidence back, or at least was putting on a brave face for now. She’d laid down a challenge. Like she was testing the water, dipping me into a pool of trust to see if I would sink or float.
Challenge accepted.
I zoned into the temperature of the room with my mind, sucking every inch of warmth out of it until goosebumps flared their way over our skin.
The almost freezing temperature of the room made her nipples poke out into perfect peaks, and I pulled my attention from them before her effect on me became obvious; there was no hiding in boxers.
Her eyes went wide as she brushed her arms in an attempt to keep warm. “How did you do that?” she exclaimed.
A deep laugh came from within me. “I’m a thermo mage. I create or control heat.”
