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his arousal pressed against her through their clothes. She could barely wait to feel his skin, on her, inside her. Yanking his shirt from the waistband of his usual jeans, she pulled away from the kiss for one second to whip the shirt over his head. Tongues dueled again as her hands ran over the hard muscle of his shoulders, the firm expanse of his back. The skin was smooth over the hard steel. Testing, she lightly scraped her fingernails over the corded length of his back and her heartbeat picked up when he moaned. Long scarves draped the four-poster bed to create privacy from the world as she slept. Now they seemed to have a new pur- pose and her smile turned wicked as she thought of new ways to torture him this afternoon. But first... Palms on his lightly furred chest, she pushed against him until he kneeled on the floor and she could sit up enough to shrug off her shirt. His clever fingers unhooked her bra with a quick move- ment, leaving her bare to the gentle breeze from the open windows and his intense eyes. You are so beautiful, he said, leaning forward to stroke one breast with his blunt fingers. Her nipple hardened further, peb- bling under his touch. He ran his other hand, open-palmed, from her throat to her belly. A shiver raced after his touch. He had the best hands. A little roughened from his work, but right for a con- trast against the pampered softness of her skin. One of the best things about the time they d been together so far was the love marks he left behind. Marks she could look at in the mirror and know he wanted her with an intensity that made him forget to be 124 Misty Simon gentle all the time. His head bent to her other breast and she reveled in the next shiver working its way down her spine. His tongue was like rough velvet and had her melting inside instantly. He swirled his tongue over the peak, then used his teeth to pull gently. Heat shot straight to her core, arching her back and making it damn near difficult to breathe. Yes, she said into the afternoon sunlight drifting over the polished wood floor, lending a lemony scent to the room. Yes, please don t stop. Never. If only it could be true. But, if nothing else, she could take her pleasure and give him his today before removing the spell, which wouldn t happen for hours yet. And perhaps she wouldn t actually have to remove it. Her sexually hazed brain liked the sound of that. He moved his wonderful mouth to the other breast. In fact, maybe there was a spell she could perform to bind him to her for always. Grant pushed Morlana back on the bed. Knees bent, she lay like a feast before him and he didn t hesitate before taking his fill. His mouth fastened on her luscious breast; his hand trailed along the hourglass figure of the woman he desired more than he d ever experienced before. It was like she was in his blood and he had no intention of letting her go. Her pants came off with one tug and he was so impatient he tore the panties right off her body. She let out a gasp and as he looked into her eyes, he saw his desire reflected back at him. She was as turned on and ready as he was. But he wanted this time to last, to take all afternoon if he had his way. He moved from her hip to the plush inside of her thigh. Strok- ing fingers trailed from her knee to the core of her. His sex, already heavy and ready, throbbed inside the confines of his jeans. You re overdressed, she complained in a sultry voice that had his cock bobbing. That s what I was thinking. Her clever fingers went to the button on his jeans and flicked it open, pulling the zipper down in one smooth motion. She reached WHEN THE MOON IS NEW 125 inside his boxers and pushed all of his clothes down with one forceful shove. Then he was naked next to her, their bodies gleam- ing in the late afternoon light. With slow, measured strokes he brought her to the point where she vibrated, touching all the places he knew she liked. The backs of her knees, the insides of her thighs and finally the secrets nes- tled in the flame-colored curls at the juncture of her legs. He loved to watch her come and this time was no different. Her eyes drifted shut and she bit the full lower lip that made him wild simply by looking at it. He didn t know what it was about her, but sometimes he didn t know where she began and he ended. He rose above her, his arms supporting his weight. With soft fingers, she reached be- tween them and guided his shaft to the place he craved. She was wet and ready for him. He took his time penetrating her. Their bodies like one well- oiled machine, they found the rhythm that worked for both of them. He strained against her, hips pumping as she ground into him. Her scent enveloped him, heady and sumptuous, and took him straight into oblivion when he felt her inner muscles begin to tighten and clench around his cock. Her voice called his name and he followed her over. They fell into a pattern of warm days being together and hot nights spent satiating each other. Morlana still thought of revers- ing the spell but found she wanted one more day with him, then one more after that until it was Tuesday evening. After a wonderful late dinner, Grant left. She hated to see him go, wanted him to spend the night, but understood he needed to be at the bakery first thing in the morning. Even though she wasn t far from town, it still made for extra driving time when he could walk down the stairs. With each passing day, she realized she truly loved this man. He had shattered the calm boring rut her life had been in and opened her up to new possibilities. But she was still uneasy about the spell; she thought constantly about removing it. But when she went to her leather-bound spell book in search of the counter spell, 126 Misty Simon she found herself flipping through another section. The section that would make the spell permanent and bind Grant to her for- ever. Temptation was a living thing in her breast as she sucked in a breath. She could do it. She d need a lock of his hair and a tear from his eye, but she could do it. The dream of being with Grant for the rest of her life was so enticing. They could live in her cot- tage and he could run the bakery. Maybe she would finally be able to talk to him about her work and they could set up a special sec- tion in the store to sell her lotions and soaps. They d be partners. Of course, there were two major problems with this dream, not to mention all the minor ones. Grant didn t own the bakery and was in fact only filling in for Ernest and Betty who would be home in a little under three weeks. The other problem was, she couldn t take away Grant s free will by casting a spell to bind him to her for all his life. He d have no say in whether he wanted to be with her; she would never know if he truly loved her. Could she live like that? The answer, the true answer coming from her heart, was no. She couldn t do it to him. But did she have to take the spell from him tonight? Couldn t she enjoy the rest of their time together, then let him go? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |