Page 63 of Hooked on a Witch
His gaze met hers.
She blushed and chewed on her lower lip. Her wide eyes reflected worry.
“Thanks for whatever you did.” He waved at his side.
She glanced away. “You looked pretty bad when I found you. I wasn’t sure you’d make it.” Back to lip chewing. Whatever happened had shaken her and she wasn’t ready to hand out details.
Questions could wait. He stepped to her, trailing a finger down her quivering body. “You planning to take this off?”
“I might shower in it.” She didn’t break eye contact. Her lips twitched into a small smile.
He hooked the hem of her dress. “Probably not a good idea. It looks like a fabric that might not be forgiving of water. Your phone wouldn’t like it either.” He set her phone on the counter. Slowly he raised the dress’s hem higher and higher. She sucked in a breath when his fingers tickled her belly. “You sure you want to do this?”
“Yes.”
A thought flickered through his mind, not a reason to say no, but it might cause him to change his approach. “You’re not…this isn’t your first time, is it?”
She shook her head. “I’ve imagined this for a long time.”
“You imagined us before our kiss in the woods?”
“Way before then. A lot more after.” She leaned in and touched her lips to his, at first gentle and then aggressive, pressing her tongue between his parted lips to tangle with his. She pulled back. “I’m ready to experience reality.”
“Me too,” he breathed out. “I never understood this with you. There’s always been something here.”
She touched his face. “I think I fell for you a bit the first time we met.”
“At the bus stop?”
She nodded.
Same for him. When he first saw her sauntering up the road, it’d been a gut punch. There’d been sexual appreciation for a pretty girl, but also fascination and a hell of a lot ofcan’t-go-there. The highlight of each miserable day in high school had been those ten minutes with her before the bus arrived in the morning. He got there twenty minutes before the bus came just in case she showed up early.
He pulled the dress over her arms. She kicked off the sexy, heeled sandals. Now only her panties and a lacy bra remained. His gaze skimmed over the mysterious scar on her body. Dread filled her eyes.
“If I could figure out how to get rid of it, I would. I can cover it up with a bandage or something.”
He touched her cheek, letting his hand slide to the back of her neck. “We’re going to figure it out before time’s up. I promise. I don’t find you any less beautiful.”
She stepped to him and rested her palm on his stomach. “You sure you’re okay? You’re recovered enough and not in pain?”
He was hurting. Big time. But not from getting stabbed. This was the good kind of hurt. The kind that wrapped anticipation, hope, and a huge amount of ready to go in one painful package. He managed to give her anI’m okaynod.
She reached for the fastening of his pants and flipped the fly’s buttons with a smile.
“Uhh…I’m not wearing anything under there.” It was one thing to borrow Brian Randolph’s clothes in another dimension, but quite another to borrow underwear. He also never gave much of a damn for underclothes.
Her eyes drooped to half-mast. “That’s all right with me.”
He kicked his head back and groaned when her fingers surrounded his erection. His fingers tightened around her waist.
She released him to skim his waistband. He brushed her hand out of the way and shoved the jeans down.
Her laugh drew his gaze. “Guess we’ve both been waiting too long for this.”
He unhooked her bra, pulled down her panties, and crowded her into the shower.
She jumped when the spray hit her. “Hot.”
