Memories of Magic (The High Priestess Trilogy)

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peeled them away. He gently opened her legs and ran his fingers around the edge of her sexy lace underwear.
    Emily closed her eyes and pushed her hips closer to him as her body broke open with longing. Jake tucked his fingers under the fabric and found her velvet mound, wet and waiting for him. He leaned over and gently kissed her stomach as he plunged his fingers into her. She arched herself against his hand as she cried out in pleasure.
    Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she tried to pull herself even closer into him. Her need was so overwhelming Emily thought she would burst.
    She reached between their writhing bodies and found his erection. Currents continued to shudder through her as she sought his eyes; the eyes that mirrored her own desperate desire. She stroked him, gently at first then faster as he continued to probe her with his magical fingers. When she thought she would climax right there, she moaned and pushed him to the side.
    Trembling with need, Emily’s words were choppy and demanding. “I need you...now,” she reached up, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. “Now!” Her voice was confident as she watched Jake strip away the rest of his clothes.
    As the last of the clothing barriers fell, Jake pulled her close. He needed to be in her. Matching her desire with his own, his mouth seeking hers, he thrust his erection into her warmth that welcomed him.
    Currents rocketed through her. The throbbing was immeasurable in its intensity before they climbed together to the peak, then Emily felt herself explode over the edge into what felt like a million tiny pieces. Still thrusting against Jake she watched him go rigid as he burst, spilling into her.
    After a deep breath, he smiled, cupping her breast in his hand once again. He peppered her with soft kisses across her belly. Gone was the urgent need to consume her. He pushed a stray hair away from her face. “You are breathtaking,” he whispered as he softly touched her lips with his.
    With their wildly intense needs satisfied , she curled in closer to him, his skin still hot and damp. “So this is what we could have had in Santa Monica if you hadn’t run off to be with my aunt?” She pushed herself up onto one elbow and smiled.
    “Your aunt?” Emily saw the shocked looked on Jake’s face.
    “You didn’t know?” She smiled at his surprise.
    “The High Priestess is your aunt? No I didn’t know!”
    “She will be very grateful for what you’ve done to help me.” Emily smiled as she gently caressed his chest.
    “Maybe,” Jake was starting to have trouble concentrating. “But let’s leave some of those details to ourselves.”
    “I wonder what she’ll think of Lochlan when he drops those two off.” Jake smiled at the thought. “He can be a bit rough around the edges.”
    “Hmmm,” Emily wore a wicked smile. “I hadn’t noticed.”
    “Well, I certainly don’t regret having to wait,” Jake rolled on his side as he began to trace random circles over her hip. “I didn’t mind the chase.”
    “I did not make you chase me!” Emily said in mock horror.
    “I know,” he admitted. “But I would have. Chased you, that is.” The words came easily. He felt such comfort with Emily. Need and comfort and longing all rolled into one perfect package.
    “Stay.” He played with her disheveled hair while his eyes devoured her beautiful naked body. All it took was a look and he could feel his need growing again.
    “You want me to spend the night with you in the sand?” She teased even as she felt his erection pushing against her thigh. “After you created all of this for me,” her eyes swept around the room again.
    “Of course, I’ll stay.” Her smile lit up the room. She didn’t care about sleep or beds or comfort. All she wanted was Jake.
    “Good.” He whispered, “but I actually live upstairs.” His smile was cocky; he was pleased to know Emily was willing to stay curled up on the sand with him all night long. “You might

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