Page 51 of Best Hex Ever
The forest stood dark and imposing on all sides of him, and he became suddenly aware that he was far from the cottage. There were no signs in these woods, and if there were they had long ago been swallowed by moss and tangled vines.
Another crunch in the shadow of the trees. Was there a dark shape moving there or was it his imagination? A horrifying thought came to Scott unbidden. If Dina had magic, and witches existed, what else might exist? What other things from myth and fairy tale might call these woods home?
And why did he inexplicably feel that whatever this was, it wanted to hurt him?
Scott felt a warm hand touch his back, sending a shiver across his body.
“What are you doing out here?” Dina spoke from behind him. She traced a finger along the muscles of his arm, trailing it into his hand, placing her palm against his. Warmth spread through him.
Scott glanced back at the trees, but whatever he’d seen had vanished when Dina had touched him. He was probably just sleep-deprived and insatiably horny and it was messing with his head.
“Just out for a walk. Needed to clear my head,” he rasped, turning to face her.
Scott knew, somehow, that if he looked down at Dina, it would be the end for him.
“Was your head feeling particularly full of something?” she asked innocently.
He couldn’t help himself any longer. He looked down at Dina and, fuck, she was there, stark naked. His brain short-circuited; it was too much. Moonlight bounced off her deep honeyed skin.
“Fuck, Dina. Look at you.” Scott’s voice was hoarse. She stared up at him with molten eyes. She was perfect, fuck, she was perfect. Just as he’d imagined—no, better than he’d imagined.
The curve of her hips, the softness of her belly and the swellof her breasts, her nipples stiff. For him. His eyes feasted their way down her body, to her inner thighs. If he kissed her there, would she be wet for him?
Her face was only hunger, only lust. He needed to have her.
Scott pulled her closer, running his fingers through her hair, down the curve of her shoulders and back. She fell into him with a moan, twining her arms around his neck, and it was all heat.
Scott cupped her chin, tipping his face down to meet her. The first touch of her lips sent a jolt straight through him. If he didn’t stop himself he would devour her. His hands found her ass and it was so round, and there was so much ofit.
“Christ, Dina,” he growled against her lips, “you smell like fire.” Those lips parted for him and she was all sweetness and warmth and delicious hunger. His tongue flicked against hers and she murmured into his mouth, pressing her breasts against his chest, running her nails across his back.
“I need you,” she whispered, and Scott had never heard anything better in his life. His lips found her neck and trailed down to the softness between her breasts. No thoughts, just need. His mouth found her breast, and as Scott’s tongue flicked the stiff bud of her nipple Dina moaned, her back arching and her head tipping back.
“You like that?” he said, refusing to remove her breast from his mouth as he spoke.
“Mmm.” Dina ran her hands down his chest, knotting her fingers through his chest hair. Claiming him. And fuck, he wanted to be hers. Those same fingers tracing the deep V of his belly, dipping beneath his jogging bottoms. He was so hard he was close to bursting. If she touched his cock, he’d probably come right then and there.
“I need to hear you say it, Dina. Tell me.”
“I need you, please.Scott.” The way she said his name—hewas lost. Scott lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around him. He wanted to slip his fingers inside her. To kneel before her and worship that pretty pussy with his mouth. If she tasted anything like how she smelled, Scott would lose his mind.
“I need you, but not here.” She looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. And then Dina took off at a run, rushing back through the trees toward the cottage.
Christ, the way her ass bounced up and down as she ran; he was ruined. He was going to make her scream his name, again and again.
She was making him chase her, and he was more than happy to. With a growl, Scott began to run, chasing Dina through the winding trees and onto the path to their cottage.
Dina fell against the door, her chest heaving.
Without words, Scott pulled her up into his arms, his lips crashing into hers, and he kicked the door of the cottage closed behind them. She was his.
Chapter 20
What Dina needed more than anything was to have Scott inside her. All around her. It surpassed want. She needed him, his body…his everything.
From the moment she’d seen him in the woods, the moonlight casting shadows on the muscular ridges of his back, the tattoos that snaked up his arms, the geometrical patterns and lines that curved around his chest and back, she’d been done for.
When he’d turned to look at her and noticed that she was naked, his eyes were suddenly all darkness and desire. Wetness had immediately slicked her inner thighs. Her pussy had throbbed for him. Ached for him to touch her. And then he had, and she was moaning against him and it was like they fit together.
