Page 27 of Boss Witch

She nodded. “I’d love to spend like a month traveling all over Europe by train. And did you know Russia is connected to a lot of places by ferry? You can sail from St. Petersburg to Estonia, Finland, Sweden—­” Suddenly she realized she was practically gushing with enthusiasm. “Sorry, I got a little carried away.”

“I loved it.”

“Loved what?”

“Seeing you so excited.”

Somehow Clem doubted that he’d meant for those words to sound so fucking sexy, but they sank into her, all the way down to her core. And she thrummed with excitement of a different sort. She became aware that they were alone in his apartment, and nobody would be interrupting anything she chose to do.

Nobody has to know.

“I’m usually the calm, logical one,” she said.

“Perhaps I elicit the wildness in you.”

She pressed her lips together, heroically resisting the urge to grab his shirt and kiss the hell out of him. “That’s indisputable.”

“I’m not following the program. And I’m really struggling with the urge to kiss you. We have all this privacy, so things might get…heated.”

Taking a deep, tremulous breath—­utterly unlike her, she whispered, “Go ahead with the kiss. I’m good with fooling around, orgasms are excellent. Let’s draw the line at penetration.”

“Just as well, I haven’t stocked up on condoms.”

In all honesty, Clem had no need of those. She couldn’t get pregnant unless she timed it right and did some purposeful magic. Witches were luckier than mundanes in that regard. And thanks to her coven sisters, she couldn’t acquire unfortunate human-­transmitted diseases either, another advantage of the Waterhouse legacy. But there was no way to explain any of that without giving herself away.

“Then fondling, kissing, dry humping, and hands on junk only,” she said decisively.

Gavin bit his lower lip hard, gray eyes sparkling, but in the end, he appeared to lose the battle and let out a sharp chuckle. “Never in my life have I had the terms set out so thoroughly beforehand. You truly are a delight, Clementine Waterhouse.”

Normally, she felt a bit tense and awkward when people pointed out how fully her brain ruled the rest of her, but in Gavin’s case, it seemed like he meant it. This wasn’t a backhanded compliment in the slightest. She smiled a bit.

“Isn’t it better to have it all understood up front? Then we just…enjoy ourselves. No need to worry or guess where we’re headed, as we’re on the same page.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

He moved so swiftly that it startled her a bit. The TV was still playing in Turkish as Gavin swung her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom. Nice linens, still a bit rumpled. He tossed her lightly on the bed and started stripping. She knelt on the mattress, taking her cue to do the same. He left his boxer briefs on, so she followed his example and left her green panties. Briefly she wished she had on better underwear, but he didn’t seem interested in her lingerie atallwhen he pounced.

“I’ve been obsessing about this for days.”

“Getting me in your bed?”

“That, yes. But also kissing you again.” He claimed her lips hungrily.

And her whole body lit up, pleasure spiraling through her sharper and more intense than anything she’d ever felt. Clem dug her fingers into his back, urging him closer as Gavin toyed with her mouth, alternately nibbling and nuzzling. She teased his tongue with hers, stroking in little darting movements. The stubble on his jaw abraded her cheek, and his mouth was soft and hot, just a little rough. Somehow, it was even hotter that she could feel his experiences that way, just as she tasted the sweetness of berries on his tongue.

Gavin groaned into her mouth, one hand roving down her side. “You beautiful treasure,” he whispered, his mouth hot and open on her throat.

When he covered her body with his, she reveled in his heat and hardness, widening her thighs so he could settle between them.Goddess, he feels good.He was hard already, throbbing against her pussy through the thin layer of their underwear. She hadn’t done this since high school, but there was something indescribably hot about it, knowing this was the line they wouldn’t cross.

He nuzzled her throat, her shoulders, planting kisses and softly tantalizing her with the occasional graze of teeth. Maddeningly, he still hadn’t touched her breasts, her ass, or her slick, aching pussy. Clem shifted forward and repaid him in kind, sucking on the side of his neck. The sudden reciprocation made him jerk against her, pushing uncontrollably with his hips.

She moaned. “That’s a hot zone for you, huh?”

“Anywhere you put that mouth feels amazing,” he gasped. “But yes. I’m sensitive there.”

“Shall we make this more interesting?” With a seductive wriggle, she lifted her hips, angling them so she could feel every inch of him slowly grinding against her.

“I’m already riveted, but…what do you have in mind?”

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