Page 19 of Hot in Witch City
And then her lips touched mine. An electric buzz heated my blood.
Mate, my wolf murmured in contentment.
She pulled away and stared at me with a dazed expression. That’s how I felt—confused about the magical swells rippling inside. Did she feel it, too?
Her lips parted. “Did you bring a car?”
It took me a couple of seconds to process the question. “Yes.”
“Let’s go.” She looped her arm through mine.
As we walked toward the exit, many men stared. They’d probably kill to exchange places with me. It didn’t bother me as I rode the high from our brief, but definitely not last, kiss of the night.
Gianna
During the drive back to Salem, Sebastian asked me once more if something was wrong. I shut that conversation down quickly. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about the unexpected and shattering arrival of the woman who’d abandoned me.
Instead, I deflected conversation and turned the music up. We didn’t speak much during the drive, and I tried not to slip deeper into the turmoil churning in my brain.
Once we entered his house, he asked, “Do you want a drink? Or something to eat?”
His penchant to want to feed me was charming. And he smelled delicious. His masculine scent had an edge of wildness to it I couldn’t explain, but it must have been part of his wolf side.
“No, I only want you.” I stepped closer to him. What I needed was a distraction, preferably a sensual one.
Hunger burned hot and bright in his eyes. “Gianna…” he rumbled.
I wrapped one hand around the back of his head, ruffling my fingers through his thick, dark hair. “Do you want me, Sebastian?”
“So much…” His voice was low and husky.
“Then shut up and kiss me.” I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.
That dizzying sensation from our brief kiss from earlier returned. What was it? I could only describe it as enchanting.
It must have been his wolf magic. It didn’t matter. All I wanted was to purge myself of the shit feeling. My mother’s arrival unearthed too many painful memories. I yearned to smother them, to feel wanted and desired. This growly, somewhat awkward wolf with the small crush on me was the perfect one to fill that void tonight.
He wrapped his arms around me and claimed my mouth with desperate possessiveness. Yes, this was what I needed. He kissed me deep and hard until we were both panting.
Then he threw me over his shoulder, and I squealed in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to my bed.”
“Yes.” Heat uncurled in my core.
All his awkward bumbling from our earlier encounters disappeared as he took control, a total turn on. He carried me up the stairs without showing any exertion.
Once in his room, I quickly noted the royal blue walls and dark furniture and how tidy everything was arranged. He captured me in a heated kiss again and led me to his bed, which was covered with a soft, blue plaid comforter. He pulled it down, revealing high-quality, light-blue sheets. This shifter was neat and had good taste.
Sebastian ran his large, possessive hands over my body. He followed with his mouth, kissing me from my face to down over my dress, covering my breasts and then my torso. When he slid his hands beneath my dress, stroking up my leg, I gasped with greater need.
“Take it off,” I begged, sitting up to pull off my dress.
He aided with unzipping it and sliding it over my head. When he removed my heeled boots, he kissed my lower leg. Hell, his mouth felt good on me. I wanted more.
We scrambled to remove my remaining clothes, the black stockings, satin bra, and panties.
Sebastian’s eyes sparkled with a golden hunger as his gaze caressed my body and he murmured, “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, Gianna.”
