Page 53 of Boss Witch

And hell, she shouldn’t be falling for him, knowing exactly who and what he was.What iswrongwith me?

Those bleak thoughts nearly made her change her mind, but when he extended a hand, she still took it, even while wondering what this hand had done to other witches. Gavin led the way up to his apartment without ever letting go, keyed in the code with his free hand, and as soon as they stepped inside, he barely gave her time to shrug off the backpack, and then he was kissing her fervently, pressing her up against the door.

Clem dug her hands into his hair, wanting to lose herself—­to stop worrying for one more night. Gavin parted her lips gently and took the kiss deep, his hand cupping her cheek. With a soft caress, he traced her jaw as he kissed her, drinking in her quiet cries, and she wanted to make him feel as she did, drawn and conflicted, anguished and aroused. As they kissed, he rolled his hips against her, deliciously shameless.

“Take it to the bedroom?” Despite his obvious excitement, he was still asking, giving her the chance to change her mind.

Maybe she should.

She didn’t. Instead, Clem took his hand and led the way. His room was dark and shadowed, exactly right for her mood. She didn’t even want the moonlight shining on them tonight. In silence, she stripped off her clothes, catching vague glimpses as Gavin did the same.

“Glorious,” she whispered, tracing a fingertip down the center of his chest.

He shivered. “I’m wild for you. Come to bed?”

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Gavin didn’t have to ask twice.

In seconds, Clem tumbled into his arms, more of a tackle than a hug, and he fell backward in a cooperative spirit, letting her take the lead.

From her aggressive start, he expected her to follow up on that ferocity, but instead, she came to him like hot silk, draping her body over his. She kissed his neck and shoulders with teasing, delicate pecks, echoing his favorite places on her body. And perhaps it was intentional, a demonstration of how it felt when he made love to her.

The words should’ve frightened him. This was never supposed to be a forever sort of arrangement, but now the idea of leaving her felt like the threat of an open wound, one that might never heal. Her mouth was soft, tracing over his collarbone like liquid fire. She kissed a zigzag path between his nipples, darting lower with willful sweeps of her tongue, then raked her teeth over his sides. It tickled and it felt good, and he ran a hand down her back, simply admiring the supple curve. It was strange how much he wanted her but also how patient he felt, as if they had a lifetime and not these stolen moments.

I can’t even rule her out as a witch.

That ought to alarm him.

If he had any doubts at all, he shouldn’t have her here in his flat, in his bed. The moment he fell asleep, she could sabotage his belongings, but that wasn’t even in the forefront of his mind. No, it was fear. For her.

That can’t be true. Fate wouldn’t be so cruel.

Gavin arched as she kissed the curve of his hip, nuzzling her face into his pelvic bone. He wasn’t remotely prepared for her to taste him from all angles—­the knob of his knee, his ankle, his inner thigh, teasing him to a painful extent. It was like she wanted to paint herself over his body, a quiet claiming, and his cock jerked over the idea, even if it was only in his head.

At last she came back over him, thighs bracketing his hips, and ever so slowly rubbed her slick cleft against his hard length. Since he’d barely touched her other than the kissing by the door, this was proof of how much she craved him.

“Am I meant to keep my hands to myself?” he asked, partially teasing.

Clem smiled. The moon glazed her skin in silver, making her seem half a mythical figure, more seductive than should be humanly possible. From the slope of her shoulders to the angle of her chin as she gazed down on him, everything about her spoke—­no, everything about hersangto him, like a siren song from olden days that led ships to smash upon the rocks.

She dragged her blunt nails down his chest, alternating light and heavy pressure, never enough to hurt, always enough to send delicious shivers through his entire body. Tenderly, she brushed the hair from his brow and bowed her body to kiss him in the same moment that she grasped his cock and plunged down, taking him fully, like she meant to consume him.

I’d let her.

At first Clem set a leisurely pace, riding him in smooth undulations. She felt incredible, and he kissed her until he lost his breath, their lips sliding nearly apart as he gasped with each plunge of her hips. She tugged lightly on his lower lip, working in ever-­tightening circles, and he touched her everywhere, unable to credit how amazing this felt.

The sex between them had been incredible before, but tonight, there was another layer, a fullness that he couldn’t place. Now, he felt connected to her completely, no longer solitary but joined and basking in the starry brightness of her soul as well as her body. With each push, he went a little deeper, glimpsing secret parts of her that she’d never shown anyone else.

How alone she felt sometimes.

How she found it impossible to ask for help.

How she feared not measuring up and that no matter how loyal she was, no matter how hard she tried to connect, she’d turn out like her father, a man who couldn’t be true or faithful to save his own life.

What the hell is happening? How do I know these things?

The connection snapped and he was alone in his head, coming hard, arching up into her body as she shook on top of him. Her pussy clenched and tightened, increasing his pleasure, but the loss of emotional intimacy was jarring, so fierce that he cried out, and not from the pleasure. No, this orgasm had teeth, clawing out of him on a wave of impossible, inexplicable loneliness.

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