Page 37 of Best Hex Ever
“Yes.”
Dina sucked in a breath. “But if we weren’t just friends, what would you do?”
Scott stilled and stepped closer so that his chest was flush with Dina’s back.
“If we weren’t just friends…” he said slowly, “I would do this.”
He bent down and pressed a single kiss on the curve of her neck, before trailing his lips up to the shell of her ear. A shiver rippled through her.
Scott’s hands found Dina’s waist and pivoted her around to face him.
“If we weren’t friends, I would do this.” He tipped her face up to meet his, his lips finding hers, and the kiss devoured her. He tasted like Earl Grey and cinnamon and warmth. Dina’s lipsparted almost in surprise, her mouth molding to Scott’s, her arms winding around his neck. She needed to be closer, closer.
Scott’s tongue flicked against her own, his lips pressing down on hers hungrily. She wanted him, all of him. When he ran a hand down her back, grabbing the curve of her ass, she let out a whimper and he groaned into her mouth in response.
“Christ, Dina,” Scott hissed, his mouth finding her neck, his arms pulling her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist, running her fingers through his hair. He pressed her against the delectably cold glass of the window.
It was all heat, all delicious hunger, and she gave in to it. Scott’s lips continued downward, his tongue lapping at the softness between her breasts. She’d never been so grateful to her past self for only putting on a camisole under her cardigan.
Scott brushed a finger across her nipple and need jolted through her, arching her back into him.
“Please,” she moaned.
He didn’t need asking twice. The heat of Scott’s mouth found her breast, his tongue flicking at the hardened bud of her nipple. Goddess, this felt good. She pressed her hips into him, relishing his groan as his erection pushed against his jeans. She continued rubbing against him, chasing the hot friction.
Scott kissed her again, and without removing his lips from hers said, “I won’t last much longer if you keep doing that.”
With her free hand, Dina reached down to his belt, unbuckling it. She was trailing a finger across the V of his waist, when voices sounded nearby. Too near.
“Is it in here?” one of the voices said. Oh fuck, were they about to be found?
Scott and Dina froze. Ever so carefully, Scott lowered Dina to the floor, refastening his belt with one hand. He didn’t step away from her though.
“No, it’s not here. Let’s try the next room,” another voice said, and a moment later the door of the library creaked shut.
They both exhaled, before breaking into laughter.
“That was close,” Dina said, smoothing down her hair. She didn’t want the moment to be over. Scott reached down and pulled up the straps of her camisole his palm resting on her collarbone for a moment before drawing away.
“What now?” he asked.
“I guess we finish the scavenger hunt.”
“I’ve already won my prize.” He grinned.
“That was cheesy as hell.”
“Sue me.”
“I want…” Dina began. “I want this to continue. But I’m not really looking to date right now.” She had to set this boundary, more for herself than for Scott. She could give in to her desires for the weekend, but then thishadto end. She couldn’t risk the hex noticing him.
Scott’s expression tightened for a moment.
“If all you want is this weekend, then that’s what we’ll have,” he replied, brushing a curl behind her ear. “But we should go back, otherwise Immy and Eric might send out a search party.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t tell the others either. Otherwise they’ll—”
“They’ll get excited. I understand.” Scott bent down, his lips tantalizingly close to hers. “It can be our little secret.”
