“Hi yourself. Damn, you look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you. So do you.”
“Hey, men aren’t beautiful.”
“You are.” She pulled him inside and closed the door, then stepped into his arms, her face lifted for his kiss.
His mouth was firm and warm, his tongue like a flame of fire as it dueled with hers. It did funny things in the pit of her belly, made her think of cold nights beneath satin sheets, of sweat-sheened bodies intimately entwined....
Maddy was breathless when Dominic lifted his head. She felt herself flush when she looked at him, embarrassed by her thoughts and oh so glad he couldn’t read her mind.
His voice was whiskey-rough when he asked, “What do you want to do tonight?”
She swallowed the words, take you to bed, and shrugged instead. “Anything you want to do is fine with me.”
“Anything?” His gaze moved over her, his eyes dark with desire.
Heat climbed up the back of her neck. Lordy, maybe he could read her mind. Clearing her throat, she said, “Well, almost anything.”
“I guess that rules out curling up on the sofa and making out like horny teenagers?”
Trying for a light tone, she said, “Well, at least until I know more about you.”
“How about if we go out for drinks and dancing instead?”
“That sounds better.” Not really, she thought with some regret.
But a whole lot safer.
* * *
Dominic took her to a nightclub where the lights were low and the music was soft and slow. Line dancing was fun, but he wanted Maddy in his arms, not dancing beside him.
She ordered a strawberry daiquiri; he ordered a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.
“How are you, Maddy?”
“I’m okay, why?”
“I’m thinking I never should have told you about the women in my family.”
She shrugged, as if it was a matter of no importance. “It was a bit of a shock, that’s all. How old is your great-grandmother, really?”
“I’m not sure. Well over a hundred.”
Maddy stared at him, eyes wide. “How long do witches live?”
“A couple hundred years, usually.”
She sent a look of gratitude toward the waiter who arrived with her drink just then. Picking it up, she downed half.
“Hey, better slow down, girl. I don’t want to have to carry you home.” Although that might not be such a bad idea.
“Whew!” Maddy fanned herself with her hand as the drink hit her stomach. “I think you’re right.” She took a deep breath. “So, if witches are real, do you think other supernatural creatures are, too?”
Uh-oh. He might have opened a Pandora’s box. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. Zombies? They’re popular on TV and in the movies right now. Ghosts? Werewolves?”