“But what about after we graduated?”
He glances away. “I knew my mom cost you the valedictorian spot. I didn’t think you’d ever forgive me for that. I went away to school, and when I came back…”
I finish for him. “I was gone.”
“But now you’re here.” There’s relief in his voice as his hand reaches behind my back. “I’m going to take off your bra now.”
I shiver in anticipation. “Please do.”
A second later his mouth is on me, tonguing me, and I no longer care about anything else. Not our families. Not the wedding. Not even the demon. All I care about is his lips trailing kisses down my body, his hands tugging down my skirt and my panties.
All I care about is getting Diego just as naked as I am.
I fling my magic at him and his pants fly off, landing in a heap on the floor.
He lets out a husky laugh. “I was waiting to see if you’d do something like that.”
“You’re a tease.”
I use my hands to pull his boxers down his hips, then let my magic whisk them away. We’re both fully, gloriously naked, and I can’t wait another minute to feel him against me. Throwing myself on him, we roll around on the black velvet bedspread, heat building between us as we touch and kiss. I’m already panting by the time his hand slides between my legs and I arch my hips, welcoming his fingers.
But it isn’t enough to be touched. I need to touch him too. My hands explore his body, learning him. He’s leanly muscled and tanned darker from the Miami sun, with neatly trimmed chest hair and multiple tattoos. Finally, I reach down and grasp the part of him that’s made his interest in me clear since the broom closet.
His eyes roll back and he groans. “Sol preserve me, Cat. You’re going to kill me.”
“Oh no, you don’t,” I murmur. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
He kisses me, and our magic builds even higher as we urge each other on. The energy takes on a different quality, something edgy and needy, as we explore every inch of each other’s bodies, bringing pleasure but delaying the ultimate climax.
When Diego breaks away from me and scoots to the edge of the bed, I feel bereft at the loss of his touch.
“Where are you going?” I ask, breathless with desperation.
“Condoms. They’re in my bag on the bathroom counter.”
“Allow me.”
I twist my fingers in an exaggerated beckoning motion. A condom comes flying out of the bathroom. Diego snatches it in mid-air with his left hand.
His grin is devilish. “Neat trick.”
“Lots more where that came from. Get over here so I can ride that broomstick all night.”
He crawls toward me, snickering. “Baby, I’m going to stir your cauldron ‘till it bubbles over.”
I can’t hold back my laughter. “I’ve missed witchy innuendo.”
“Give me a second. I’ve got something about pointy hats on the tip of my tongue.”
But I shake my head. “No more seconds, Diego. I need you.”
He lowers himself over me. “You have me, Cat. I’m all yours.”
I’m so ready for him, the first thrust is pure bliss. I dig my nails into his back as we move together, finding a rhythm that matches the magic pulsing around us, between us, within us. I don’t know where his power ends and mine begins.
My toes curl against the black silk bedsheets as he drives me higher and higher. The connection is so strong, I can sense what he’s feeling too, and it magnifies my own response. Pure passion, but also a deeper desire. Yes, he wanted this, but it’s not all he wants from me. Normally, that would scare me a little, but I’m so in the moment with him, it just feels right. His name is on my lips, an incantation all its own. Yes, we are brujos. Yes, we have magic. But what’s between us is a different kind of power, something I’ve never experienced before.
It’s like the last piece of a puzzle has finally clicked into place. Utter satisfaction. Utter serenity.
