Page 65 of Hooked on a Witch
“Me?” Her pink tongued darted out and licked water off her lips.
“You make me lose control.” He kissed her again. “I’m going to do it all to you. Shower first, though.” He squeezed body wash into his hands and soaped her upper body, his hands lingering on her breasts.
She grabbed the bottle from him and returned the favor, needing to scrub in order to get off all the blood. She took her time tracing the contours of his hard stomach and chest. Her touch made him itch to punch the gas on this.
As she caressed the area where there’d been blood on his stomach, she asked, “Does this happen to you often? You get hurt to the point you almost die?” She touched the scar on his face again.
“Sometimes. Usually, I can make it to the ocean in time. The warlock today was a top-tier nasty. He was good, but not good enough.”
“Was. As in he’s dead? Was he here for the Trident?”
“Probably.” He didn’t want to think about Reevo right now, not when he finally had Shannon naked in his shower. His fingers tangled in her soft, wet hair. He leaned forward and kissed his way down her neck and chest to a nipple, drawing the pebbled peak in to gently suck on it. She grabbed his arms to steady herself.
“What do they think I can do to get the Trident when I don’t even know where it is or what I can do to find it?”
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “More than I ever imagined.”
“Stop trying to deflect from the question. You probably know more about it than anyone else on the planet other than yourfather.”
“Is the distraction working?” His fingers skimmed down her body, measuring each curve and contour.
Her head fell back against the shower’s glass wall on a moan. “Mmm. Yeah, it’s working.”
“We’ll figure it out. Later.” He left her nipple to move down, pausing at her belly button just south of the scar, and continued to trek lower. He needed to taste her so badly. He dropped to his knees, never halting the kissing. His fingers teased over the soft folds between her legs, exploring. So wet for him. She spread her legs, giving him more access. Gently, he eased a finger inside her. So tight. Her internal muscles quivered. She jerked when he touched his tongue to her. Every time she clenched around his finger, he moaned, needing to be there and feel her squeeze around him.
He swirled his finger inside her. She bucked against him.
She rasped out, “I might fall down if you keep doing this. Lying down might be safer.”
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Laughing, he picked her up in his arms and lifted her out of the shower.
Toweling off took seconds. He leaned in and caught her lips, his touch too fleeting.
She gazed at his bed outside the bathroom door—it was large, unmade, and offered a surface that guaranteed she wouldn’t fall over.
He smiled wickedly and lifted her, carrying her out of the bedroom. “Not the bed.”
She landed on a den sofa. Doable. What was she thinking? She didn’t care where. Only that he didn’t stop this time.
He settled his head between her legs, throwing a leg over each of his shoulders. His gaze was all about this being his way. The controlling part of her rebelled. She squirmed.
He locked both hands on her hips. Long, broad strokes of his tongue paralyzed her with pleasure. Over and over he stroked until her body arched up to meet him. He kept one hand on a hip and the other caressed her breast. Without warning he squeezed her nipple in sync with sucking. Sensation rippled between the two sensitive areas.
“Oh God, Merck…”
Her brain fought his mastery, but the demands of her body won as sensation overwhelmed her. She met his gaze.
His smile… Holy hell, his smile. Slow and lazy but with an edge. The tension in his eyes made the lazy part a lie. Right now, she wasn’t okay with him in the director’s chair.
She raked her hands down his neck to his strong shoulders, both tattooed with symbols she didn’t recognize. Not pictures, only symbols that were almost stylized lettering. “Don’t make me wait. I want you in me when we come the first time. Please.”
He stood, lifted her, and sat on the sofa. He leaned in and took her mouth again while positioning her over him. He let her get her knees settled on either side of his thighs. His mouth opened as if to give another command, but she moved first, more than ready and wanting to take the power back into her court. She took all of him as she dropped onto his lap, which was a lot at once. Stretched. Filled. She didn’t want to move, perhaps never, for the pleasure of having him there was so great.
His head fell back, exposing his strong neck. She leaned in and kissed him again, playing war with his tongue as he lifted her for a deep thrust. She forgot everything while he led a steady rhythm.
She loved how neither of them tried to hide their want of this. There was no more power play. Just driving thrusts.
