Jingle Spells by Vicki Lewis Thompson

Then she glanced up at him. “Come on down.”
    â€œI will, but I just realized what’s different. You’re not squinting.”
    â€œNo, I’m not. Want to see my bedroom eyes?”
    â€œAbsolutely.”
    â€œWatch this.” She lowered her lids to half mast and her eyes took on a smoky quality.
    His balls tightened. “That’s good.” He swallowed. “Very good.” He started to kneel.
    â€œWait. I’m not done.” Her gaze dropped to his feet. Then it traveled slowly up his calves to his knees, and beyond his knees to his thighs, until finally coming to rest on his pride and joy. At that point, she ran her tongue over her lips.
    â€œNow you’re done.” He sank to his knees before she figured out he was shaking again.
    â€œNo, I’m not.” She beckoned to him with a crook of her forefinger. “C’mere.”
    A stronger wizard would have refused the temptation she offered. He’d intended this session to be all about her. Apparently he wasn’t as strong as he’d like to think he was. He stretched out on the quilt and allowed her to have her way with him, and it was so good the fire roared in the hearth.
    She drew back, startled. “Why did that happen?”
    His breathing wasn’t very steady, but he gulped in air and managed a quick explanation. “Pine knots. They flare up.”
    â€œOh.” She wrapped her fingers around his bad boy and leaned toward him. “Sorry for the interruption.”
    â€œNo, it’s a good thing.” He cupped her cheek, stopping her descent. “I was about to get carried away.”
    She glanced up at him with a seductive smile. “That’s the idea.”
    â€œNot this time. I have a few plans of my own. Be fair. Take turns.”
    She hesitated.
    â€œYou used to really like some of the things I did.”
    Her eyes darkened and her breath hitched. “Yeah.”
    â€œLet me do those things again.” He stroked his thumb over her cheek. “You know you want me to.”
    â€œOkay.” She flopped back onto the quilt like a ragdoll. “You convinced me, Evergreen. Do me.”
    â€œYou bet.” And he proceeded to. Revisiting all his favorite Taryn places felt like coming home, and she rolled out the welcome mat for him. In seconds she’d abandoned herself to the process of being seduced.
    By the time he put on a condom and slid into her, she was on the brink of climax. One firm stroke on his part, and she came. He muffled her cries with the flat of his hand and kept pumping into her.
    â€œAgain,” he murmured.
    She pulled his hand away, gasping. “I can’t breathe.”
    â€œThen, here.” Bracing himself on one arm, he cupped the back of her head and lifted her so she could press her mouth to his shoulder. When she came the second time, she bit him.
    He didn’t care. In fact, it made him happy to know she’d marked him. Eventually the mark would fade, but until it did, he’d have a physical reminder of loving Taryn.
    Slowly she relaxed in his arms and he eased her head back onto the pillow.
    She looked up at him, firelight dancing in her eyes as she massaged his back. “Amazing. Stupendous.”
    â€œMmm.” His own climax hovered, but he’d managed to keep the urge from overwhelming him. Holding her gaze, he eased in and out. “We’ve still got it.”
    She nodded.
    â€œThere’s no one like you, Taryn.”
    â€œI’m a special snowflake,” she murmured.
    â€œUh-huh. Very special.”
    â€œSo are you, Cole.”
    And there was that pain, burrowing into his heart. He might carry that ache forever, but that was okay, too. The pain would remind him that, for a little while, he’d had Taryn to love again.
    She grasped his hips. “Your turn.”
    â€œNot yet.” He hated for this moment to end.
    â€œWe can do this again tomorrow night.”
    â€œI