Page 35 of To Teleport, or Not to Teleport?
I opened my mouth to argue against his teasing, but he effectively shut me up with another quick press of his lips to mine. Sucking in a breath, I did my best to calm the raging inferno his kisses caused within me. “Romantic and sweet, please make the table neat.”
A cream-colored tablecloth covered the four-top oak table. Two tapered candles appeared in the center and their wicks ignited with small flames, casting a romantic glow on the table. Grayson’s mismatched plates appeared before two seats, a fork and knife on each side.
“I forgot how convenient it could be to have a witch around.”
Normally I enjoyed the monotonous task of setting a table, leaving my magic for cleanup, but I refused to admit to him I that was still unstable on my feet.
“Stick around with me, kid. I’m magical,” I said and bit my lip to stop from laughing.
Grayson closed the oven door as he chuckled. “Oh, you’re magical all right.” He returned to my side and cupped the back of my neck.
I tipped my head back, needing another taste. When the kiss ended, one of his low growls filled the air.
“Ireallyneed to get food in you soon, or I’ll be too tempted to find out how magical the rest of you tastes.”
I needed to think of something else, so I wouldn’t climb him like a tree. As if his looks weren’t enough, he exuded a level of intelligence and confidence that was a drug to my soul. “Has anything else happened?”
He smirked. “I see what you’re doing.”
I smiled innocently. “Answer the question.”
Grayson ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Someone spray-painted the words ‘Leave Traitor’ on the back door to the shop. A sheet of paper was also slid under the shop door, telling me I don’t belong here.”
“Anything else?” I asked, my heart pounding as anger bubbled up.
He cupped my face with one hand. “Someone’s not happy I’m with you.”
“Did they tell you or leave a message?”
His chuckle was dry. “A message, creative one at that. I’m assuming your warlock friend, since the shop windows fogged up and the words ‘she can do better,’ formed as if someone was running a finger through the moisture.”
“That’s creepy. You think Kenny would do that?” I asked, considering the possibility. He’d always seemed unassuming enough, but I had no idea if he was a coward who left messages for his competition in his spare time. Not that Kenny was in any running.
“Men have done dumber things for the women they want.”
The oven dinged, and we tabled the topic of those who wanted Grayson out. We returned to stories that filled in the gaps of our time apart. Mine involved the kids who’d come through my class, and his, the family who had taken him in.
Leaning back, with my belly full and my hand in Grayson’s, I sighed. “That was really good.”
He kissed my knuckles and whispered, “I had a great sous-chef.”
“Belly’s full, dishes used, set this mess back to right.”
Grayson chuckled. “You’re still awful at rhyming.”
I shrugged and waved my free hand around. “Good thing rhyming isn’t required for spells. Did you know Zelda’s best spells are riddled with cussing?”
He grinned, and my belly flipped. “I noticed that when she healed Bear.”
“I hate to admit it, but her potty mouth is rather creative.”
Grayson stood and helped me from my chair. “Come on, I’ve got a surprise I’ve been dying to show you.”
I stumbled, my eyes growing wide as they lowered toward his crotch. “Grayson!”
His brows pulled together, then amusement sparkled in his eyes and he was tipping his head back in a full belly laugh. When he got his breath back, he wrapped an arm around my waist and drew me in close. “My girl has a dirty mind.” He lowered his mouth to my ear. “I plan on capitalizing on that very soon.” Pulling back, he caught my hand in his and tugged me. “But for now, let’s keep it G rated. I am a gentleman, after all.”
The few gentlemen I’d kissed in my life didnotkiss like Grayson—raw and needy with so much passion it was a wonder my clothes didn’t explode into tiny pieces of fabric every time he took my mouth with his.
