Page 28 of Best Hex Ever
She struck the flint, once, twice, until finally she managed to send a flick of fire toward the hearth, landing on dry wood.
“Good g—job.” Scott said, his voice gravelly in her ear as hepraised her. All she had to do was turn her face, meet his lips with hers…. No, fuck. What happened to being no more than friends?
Dina stood abruptly, taking a step back from Scott and the heat of the fire.
“Do you need the bathroom? I was going to have a shower. I smell like car,” Dina said, speaking way too fast.
“The bathroom is all yours,” he replied, smirking slightly.
Dina all but ran to her room, leaning against the door until she heard Scott close his own bedroom door behind him. She could hear him moving around in his room, even with the bathroom between them—the walls really were thin. Christ, that’d been close.
Dina unzipped her suitcase and swore. She was going to shout at the house when she got home. It had a tendency to meddle in things it did not understand—because it was a house—and this was evidently one of those times.
When Dina had been packing her outfits for the weekend back at her London flat, she had definitelyonlypacked her comfy pajamas. She remembered putting her penguin pajama trousers and fluffy socks into the weekend bag, and yet they were nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a skimpy pair of cream silk pajamas that she had left at her parents’ house years ago. Not something she would have packed—not in a million years.
The rest of the bag was filled with her usual travel items: empty jars for collecting herbs, a bottle of anti-hangover honey, and at least two romance novels, with one final unexpected addition. A book of Rumi’s love poetry.Real subtle, House, real fucking subtle.
Dina made a mental note to fiddle with every single picture frame so they were just a little off-center. The house would hate it, and it was no less than it deserved for being such a meddlesome matchmaker.
Dina grabbed her washbag and stripped off, wrapping herself in a towel and checking the coast was clear before locking herself in the bathroom.
There was a deep porcelain tub, and a bright copper shower head. Someone had hung a hand-tied bouquet of eucalyptus and fresh mint in the shower, and the fresh scent reinvigorated Dina as she inhaled.
She pulled her homemade shower gel out of her washbag. It was a mixture of argan oil, rosewater, clary sage, and royal jelly that left her skin feeling soft and supple.
Dina let the water flow over the back of her neck and down her back, revelling in the warmth, feeling it loosening her muscles. She was acutely aware that Scott was only one room away. Her mind strayed to the memory of his muscled forearms, covered with tattoos. She wanted to trace over them with her fingers. His mischievous grin when he’d joked about coming into her room at night, the way he had smelled like wood and moss and sweat. Her hand found its way between her legs. Maybe she just needed to get this out of her system.
Dina rested her head back against the cool tile, wondering what it might be like if Scott came into the bathroom now. Would he pull back the curtain, see her naked?
Would he peel off his clothes, revealing the hard, packed muscle underneath? She knew instinctively that he wouldn’t be clean-shaven. His chest would be covered in curls of dark brown hair that she wanted to knot her fingersin.
He’d take off his glasses, placing them ever so gently beside the sink. He’d climb into the shower, the water cascading down his skin. Dina’s fingers drew circles around her clit, finding a rhythm that made her body flush. She bit back a moan as the pleasure intensified.
What would Scott do, once he was in the shower with her? She knew what she would do. She’d wrap her legs around him.He’d open her up and she’d be ready for him. So ready. His cock would be so hard he’d be desperate to be inside her. He’d push his tip inside, then plunge deep.
Dina’s hand moved faster, and she pushed her fingers inside her. Her mind was full of him. In her fantasy, Scott was inside her while her fingers were clawing his back. As he thrust insideher, he planted kisses along her neck, sucked at her bottom lip.
The orgasm washed over her, sweet and delicious. She couldn’t help herself, and a whimper escaped her lips as she came. She sighed deeply.
Dina finished her shower and spent some time combing through her hair while it was still damp, coiling argan oil and hair mousse through her curls.
She would do her makeup in her room, once she’d cooled down and could think straight. She felt a sudden need to look stunning tonight. She wanted to feel Scott’s eyes on her from across the room, stripping her naked with his stare.
Dina slipped out of the bathroom and nearly walked directly into Scott. Well, fuck. He was shirtless. She definitely hadn’t been wrong about his body. His wasn’t the chest of a man who spent endless hours in the gym or kept to a strict diet. Scott’s muscles were heavy, densely packed. His shoulders were broad and rounded with thick cords of muscle. He looked like some kind of Scottish war hero or Greek god.
Dina was definitely staring and she didn’t give a fuck. She had been right about the hair too. A mass of dark brown—almost black—hair peppered his chest and trailed down his stomach to the V-shape of his hips. He was wearing navy suit trousers and dress shoes, already half dressed for the rehearsal dinner. She wanted, if she was honest with herself, to get on her knees and take him in her mouth. Dina had never felt like that before, and certainly never with a man.
She’d always found it easy to love a woman’s body, with its curves and dimples and soft places made for kissing. With men it was always trickier; she rarely liked their personalities enough to even see them without their clothes on. But Scott was different, more vulnerable and attentive, plus Dina just had a feeling that he would know his way around her body, that he could make her come again and again. Clearly, the orgasm in the shower had done nothing to alleviate the heat she felt between them.
“Sorry, I thought you were done. I left my deodorant in there, but I can come back.” He said, his eyes darkening as he took in Dina, skin still damp, wrapped in a towel. She had just come thinking about him in the shower and was sure it was written all over her face.
“No, no. I’m done, bathroom’s all yours.” She smiled shyly and dripped her way to her room. She was sure she could feel Scott’s eyes following her there. Dina closed herself in her bedroom and fell back on the bed, not caring that she was going to make the sheets damp.
Had that just happened?
Part of her, a big fucking part, wanted to open the door and jump on Scott right now. But she’d made a promise to herself. No romance. No dating. Not while the hex was still in her life. She’d just have to be on her best behavior around Scott. After all, how hard could it be not to sleep with someone?
Chapter 11
