Page 27 of A Touch Charmed

He shifted so he wasn’t pressed against me anymore, then took my hand and placed it on my stomach. “You could touch yourself.”

Could I? I’d never done anything like that in front of him before. Somehow, it felt more intimate than having his hands on me. I’d be exposing myself fully to him when I was at my most vulnerable. Did I trust him enough for that?

My hand trailed lower down my stomach.

His pupils flared with heat. “Can I watch you?”

I bit my lip and nodded. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of my sleep shorts, I slowly dragged them down. I dropped my knee to one side to spread my thighs apart. The cool night air against my dampness made me shiver.

I dipped my finger between my folds and swirled them around my clit. This was so much more than when I touched myself while alone. When he watched me, my fingers became his, and there was no past, no hurt, no resentment between us. I was his and he was mine.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.” The intensity of his gaze burned through me.

“Finn.” His name came out as a breathless moan as I continued to move my fingers in a slow circle, dipping them inside me, then repeating the process. “It’s so good.”

He palmed his cock. “Is it okay if I do this?”

“Let me see.” My heart hammered against my chest. “I want to watch you, too.”

He pulled his sweatpants down and his gorgeous cock sprang free. My breath quickened as he rubbed himself with long, languid strokes. I wanted to lick the tip and take him deep into my throat. My breathing turned shallow as heat continued to spread through me, sending tingles down to my toes. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“Can you stroke it faster for me?” I asked.

He increased the speed. As he shuttled his hand up and down his cock, I increased the pressure on my clit. My entire body trembled. Little tingles that started in my toes worked their way up to my core. My magic went wild inside me, but it couldn’t take this over.

This moment belonged to me and Finn.

My orgasm barreled through me at an unexpected speed. I cried out his name, pressing my fingers hard against my clit, soaking in every vibration as I rode it out. He let out a groan I felt everywhere. Hot ropes painted his stomach as he found his own release.

“How was that so amazing?” I stared at the ceiling, completely spent, as I tried to catch my breath. “You didn’t even touch me. How are you able to make me feel that way?”

“Probably the same reason why you’re the only one who can draw me like you do. We’re connected. In a way that goes well beyond our magic, and you know it as well as I do.” He stood, his expression sleepy and satisfied, and headed into the bathroom.

Maybe he was right. Maybe we’d always been connected beyond magic.

If only I could figure out a way to forgive him.

Chapter 9

Finn

Thenextmorning,Galenknocked on my door. His thick curls had gone limp and a sheen of sweat dotted his forehead. His wire-framed glasses slipped down his nose and he pushed them back up again. He had a cart filled with his travel equipment behind him, which was still more machinery than I brought to most renovation jobs.

I pushed the door open wider and invited him in. “How the hell did you drag all that shit through the woods?”

He wiped his forehead with the back of his arm. “I’m used to it by now.”

He insisted on taking the shortcut to my place through the forest, since he lived kitty-corner on the island from me, and walking around would’ve been a nine-mile trek.

I didn’t like the idea of him alone and unprotected in the forest, but he’d been going up to the cave for weeks and the curse didn’t reveal so much as a single wisp of smoke in his presence. Probably because it only had a limited amount of energy to spare and wanted to conserve it for the genuine threats. We didn’t even know Galen’s magic match yet.

Still, I made him keep his phone on at all times.

I’d gotten up early to sweep up the broken glass and was on my second cup of coffee. I gestured to the bedroom door. “Thora is still sleeping, so try not to make a lot of noise.”

He grinned at me. “How’s the roomie situation working out?”

I thought back to last night and the way she’d fallen apart under her fingers. How she’d said my name. The look in her eyes while she watched me stroke myself to completion. What seeing her come had done to me. Recalling it had me hard all over again.

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