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She exhales against me, and I can tell she’s needed absolution for that for a week now.
“It was adrenaline, is all,” I tell her, running my fingers through her hair so I can smell her scent more fully when it releases into the air.
I am hungry for this woman. I’ve jerked off twice already this morning, and I’m still aroused by the mere scent of her hair. I know this isn’t the time, what with Leo indisposed as he is, but my body craves hers.
“Adrenaline? You think?” she asks meekly.
“I’m certain of it. I still don’t sense a strong pull of magic in your bones. Nothing’s changed in you, and I don’t suspect you of lying about anything. What I do suspect is that you’ve been punishing yourself for doing something that comes very natural to a witch—invoking nature as a means of protection.”
She takes in my words like a student absorbing a lesson she isn’t sure she understands or agrees with. “Maybe. I’ve never done that before, though. Now at least I’m not worried you think I’m a liar, and powerful enough to cast this damn tether. I really didn’t! I’m worried because something as wild as an amaranthine flame burst out of me when I’ve never done anything like that before.”
I kiss her temple again, unable to get worked up because this is the first time she’s relaxed in my arms all week. “That’s a lot of worry you’ve got swimming in that head of yours.” I tangle my fingers in her hair to calm us both. “Anything I can do to help?”
She motions around the space. “Other than put me up in your home? Other than letting me use your computer this past week so I can meet with clients and keep working? Other than looking after Leo as if he was your own brother?” She shakes her head. “It would be selfish to ask for more.”
Indignation rumbles in my chest that she assumes there is anything I would hold back from her, should she desire it. “Tell me, little snack. What is it you want? It’s okay to ask.”
She closes her eyes. “It’s selfish. Not while Leo is in mourning.”
I tuck my finger under her chin to turn it so she has no choice but to look up at me. Damn those perfect pink lips for being so alluring when I am supposed to be a gentleman and listen to her pain, rather than devour her whole. “Tell me now, or you will see what it is like when I am truly cross with you.”
She swallows hard, and I detect… Is that desire in her gray eyes? Her tongue runs along her lower lip as she sucks in a breath to summon her bravery. “I want a distraction. I want to forget that everything is strange and different. I want…” She looks at me as if I am the one person in the world she craves. “I want you.”
This foolish little witch has been holding herself back from me while I tiptoe around her silence, thinking she needs her space. If the whole thing wasn’t so adorably comical, I would turn her over my knee and spank her ass until the creamy skin turned a delicious shade of crimson.
That visual makes the force of my kiss more of an attack than a romantic moment.
All I want is this woman, so I take her without preamble, now that she’s opened the door for me to enter her solitude.
“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted you?” I growl as I cast aside the blanket that covers her. I kiss her hard enough to take her breath away, then pinch her nipple through the sheer white fabric so it stands to attention for me. “The next time you want me, you tell me and take me.” I pull her onto my lap, spreading her legs so she straddles my lap.
“I’ve been wearing this nightgown hoping you’d want to be close to me!” she reasons, as if she would need any sort of props to proposition me for sex.
She is wearing no underwear beneath the nightgown, even though I bought her several silky pairs while thumbing through lingerie websites like a proper pervert. My hands slide up her thighs so I can knead her backside. I love that she has the muscular, curvy body of a runner.
When I give it a smack, she squeaks into my mouth, kissing me harder because she knows I am cross with her silence, thinking she needed distance when all she wanted was us.
My cock needs precious little encouragement to rise to the occasion, making his presence known when she grinds atop my lap.
I have too many articles of clothing on, which Ivy sees to remedying with nimble fingers on a mission of destruction. My crisp white dress shirt is thrown over her shoulder, landing before the fireplace because my little snack prefers me naked.
Her slip of a nightgown lifts easily up and over her head, and then joins my shirt on the floor so I can admire every inch of my beauty in the flickering light from the hearth.
Her breasts are the perfect overflowing handful, and so is she. While I want to thrust inside her wet heat right now, my mouth finds its way to her breast, lapping at the pink bud I could spot through the silk. To be fair, I am so attuned to her body that she could be in a wool parka, and I would still be able to spot her nipples.
I spank her again and again, loving the way she jerks against me while I lightly bite down on her left nipple.
“I’m sorry!” she cries out. “I’ll tell you next time I want you.”
I release her nipple to kiss her hard enough to bruise before I release her, spanking her again. “The very second.” I am far and away her senior, which I think qualifies me to be able to lay down the law.
“The very second,” she promises. “I thought you were mad at me!”
“Oh, I’m mad now.” I smack her ass over and over, loving the rush of power because she arches against me with each swat. Her breasts bob against my face, luring me in so I never want to be anywhere but here.
Ivy reaches between us to unbuckle my pants, unzipping my fly to release my cock. When she swirls my head around her wet folds, my chin jerks skyward, my lips parting because this is exactly what I’ve needed. I need her grip, her touch, her slick heat to sink myself into.
I don’t hear the footsteps running toward us when she sinks slowly down on my length. I don’t notice anything but my little snack, head thrown back and hair spilling over her shoulders as she moans softly at the perfect fit.
