Bye Bye Bloodsucker (Wicked Good Witches Book 3) by Starla Silver Page A

having fun on the beach.
    Riley’s fingers ran down her neck and arm in deliberate slow motion, setting off little charges of electricity that drew her closer to him.
    “Are you hungry?” his eyes never left hers as he asked.
    “No,” Melinda sighed. “Not hungry at all.”
    “That's probably a good thing,” he hinted, sounding relieved. “Seeing as when I unpacked the blanket, I realized I must have been so excited to see you that I forgot to pack the food.”
    Melinda giggled. She couldn't help it. She had to bite her lip to stop.
    “Yup. My brother is probably having a grand lunch right now. I had a bottle of red and a bottle of white wine, seeing as I have no idea which you prefer. A freshly baked bread loaf, and cheese that I picked up from the farmer’s market this morning.”
    “I love any wine. And the food, your brother can have it.” Melinda breathed out a dreamy exhale. “I’m not sure I will ever want to eat again.”
    “Is that the effect I have on you?” This thought amused him.
    “I suppose it is.”
    “Well I can't have that,” he told her, casting a smug smile. “I won't be responsible for you wasting away to nothing.”
    “I'm hardly wasting away.” She rolled her eyes, insinuating there were a few extra pounds on her body she should lose.
    “When are you going to figure out that you’re perfect? In fact,” he grinned, pulling her closer, “I demand that as soon as you go home today, you eat. Whatever, and as much as your heart desires. No matter how lovesick you are over me. I don't want you to change a thing about yourself.” He teased, and yet exuded complete seriousness.
    “Okay,” she answered only half-paying attention. Was she truly this lucky? That this perfect man not only came to live on the Isle, but had fallen in love with her?
    Were they really in love? She had to remind herself that she barely knew him. And as much as she desired his body melded into hers, she could easily have spent the rest of the day laying exactly where she was. She had a thousand questions she wanted to ask him, from his favorite color to his birthday to what he wanted to do with his life. But found she was perfectly contented to stare dreamily into Riley’s molasses eyes, to trace the contours of his face with her fingers, soaking in every dimple, every line, every…
    Lips found hers and she lost all thought.
    Riley’s hand trailed across her chest, her waist, up over her hip, pulling her so their bodies touched. Fingers slid down her thigh, pushing up her summer dress.
    Shivers of delight shot to her center. Yeah, this is why she’d worn it.
    This wasn’t as private as the quarry though. They could not get undressed and… she let go of his lips with a timid exhale. Her eyes glued into his molasses gaze.
    Warm fingers wedged between her thighs.
    “I wanted to make you wait until tonight, Melinda. But I’m feeling greedy. I want to touch you.” He waited for her permission.
    She opened for him, remembering to breathe.
    Riley removed his hand from her inner thigh, lifted her leg and draped it over his hips. She tensed, biting her lip when his palm slid across the outside of her panties, the cotton soaked in the wet heat building underneath. The mere thought of his fingers touching her almost sent her over the edge.
    “Melinda. Will you tell me if I’m doing right? Or I guess, doing it wrong.”
    “Yes,” she whispered breathlessly. She loved that he wanted to know. And yet it still made her nervous. But why? Especially after what they’d already done in the quarry.
    She didn’t think she’d even need to tell him. The pressure building wasn’t going to take long to release. It all felt right… and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
    Riley’s hand trailed upward tracing the band of her panties, plying underneath the band stroking across her hips, teasing.
    He raided her mouth, his tongue pillaging deep inside.
    Melinda grabbed the front of his shirt, fisting it. His fingers