Page 41 of Hooked on a Witch
Her body trembled with the force of emotions swirling in her brain. Control slipped away as she fell victim to the mad addiction to succumb and let him take over. For days she’d been wound up, frightened and tangled, needing an outlet. Now it presented itself. Those emotions eagerly funneled themselves into her kiss.
He pulled back. “You’re not seducing your way out of this.” He leaned forward, his lips inching close to hers, but then he ducked away. The tip of his nose brushed her jawline.
He tipped her head sideways and nuzzled down her neck. “I’ll give you what you what right now, but you’ll swear to me you won’t go after Owen.” His hand skimmed down her side, teasing the edge of her breast.
She moaned. “Okay.”
He kissed her neck, quick and brief. Then he nipped her skin, followed by his tongue sweeping over the nip, erasing the sting.
Air wouldn’t move through her chest. She had to breathe or she’d pass out in a few moments from lack of oxygen.
He demanded, “Okay to what?”
She sucked in air. “I promise I won’t go after Owen without you.”
He kissed her again. This time his tongue sneaked past her lips. She got lost in the feel of his warm, smooth lips against hers. She slid into a world where everything was about feeling. A noise, deep and guttural, escaped her.
He lifted his head. The fire in his gaze awed her. It promised a satisfaction she’d never achieved with a man before.
He said hoarsely, “I want you. But I don’t want some confused moment when we’re both unsure of who’s using who to get what we want.”
He didn’t return to kissing.
“I don’t get you. You want me. I want you. It’d probably be pretty good right now.”
“It’d be a damned sight better than pretty good. But no.”
She glared, so confused by mixed messages from him.
He rubbed his eyebrows. “All right. I know someone who might be able to help you, but it won’t be easy and probably dangerous.”
