Page 45 of Untraced Magic
Her forehead creased. “A mage?”
“A male witch,” I corrected, using the term I preferred to avoid.
With a flick of my fingers, the temperature in the room returned to normal, a small flame rising from my palm. Its golden glow cast shadows on every wall, stalking us from every corner of the room.
“Wow,” she whispered in awe.
Moving toward me, she took my hand in hers, her touch sending a rush of heat to the point of contact. She ran her finger through the flame, fast enough so she didn’t burn herself, but slow enough to know what she saw was real.
“That’s incredible,” she whispered, her doe eyes wide as they stared up at me.
Something about her affected me in ways I couldn’t get my head around. It was unexpected, exciting, and it made me really fucking nervous.
It dawned on me in that moment that she wasn’t a fragile thing. Something that couldn’t easily be broken or discarded. I knew there was a strength in her, somewhere she hadn’t yet found, and god dammit I would help her find it.
I felt the moment the air between us changed. It grew thick and charged with lust so heavy, it was impossible to look away. The walls compressed, inching their way closer until it was just us, like nothing else in the world existed. Her mouth lowered to my hand, blowing out the flame, her thumb caressing the area it had just been.
In the sliver of light peeking through the nearby window, dark irises collided with mine. Silently, they commanded what her body desired, a mirror of what my own ached for.
I closed the space between us until her back hit the kitchen counter, my hands landing on either side of her. Her brown eyes looked up at me as I towered over her, desire slowly filling them at my proximity.
“You know, little doe,” I said, sliding closer until only breaths separated us, “you shouldn’t play with fire.”
This time, she knew the truth. Knew I could be both dangerous but fair. I held back, letting her make the next move, willing to let this play out however she wished. But would her knowledge of me being a mage scare her away?
“I wasn’t playing. I blew it out, remember?” she bit back, not hiding the fever in her eyes.
There she goes. That’s the Morgan I remember.
I could have easily kept that flame alight, but the sight of her lips had been too much for me, and I’d let her have her moment.
I chuckled at the comment, remembering just how powerful she could be. If Morgan could move shit without touching it, there was no doubt she could do all sorts with air. She just didn’t know it yet.
I couldn’t deny my attraction to her anymore. Ineededto have this woman with every fiber of my being, and it scared the living shit out of me.
I grabbed a fist of her hair, caressing it between my fingers as she raked her hands down my arms, a breath shuddering through me at her touch.
“You barely know me,” I warned. “I live in one fucked-up world. You haven’t seen the things I have…”
She didn’t answer but also didn’t pull away.
I raked my thumb over her bottom lip, and it slipped between them, her tongue circling it slowly. I cursed, a groan rumbling from me.
Our lips brushed achingly close, but I needed to know for sure. Hear her say those words.
I summoned a deep breath. “Tell me this is real. That it’s not some nightmare I’m going to regret tomorrow. Convince me this is worth the risk.”
I was hopeless to fight it, to fight her.Us.
My free hand traced the curve of her collarbone down to her perfectly rounded breast, her body arching into my touch. The control I had over her body consumed me entirely, a feeling I wasn’t used to. What was she doing to me? I never spoke like this.
Her voice scraped my ear. “It’s no mistake, Ty.”
When my name dropped from her lips, my restraint snapped and I fellhard, spinning wildly into something so unknown to me that I couldn’t possibly turn back. The need to have her engulfed me like the heat that pulsed within me daily, and I was powerless to stop it.
I covered her mouth with mine, and she moaned as I tasted her, muffled desire filling my ears and fueling my fire.
Scooping my hands underneath her, I raised her onto the counter, and she gasped in surprise before wrapping her legs around my waist, my t-shirt riding high up her legs. Her hands explored my arms, my back, sliding into my hair until they fell to the nape of my neck. Her touch spoke words she didn’t need to, the subtle edge in the way she grazed her hands over my skin, bordering on a plea.
