that apartment to make it feel like a home.”
“You have a warlock.” She turned, nearly slipping off his lap, and he pulled her closer against him. “I’ve got you. You’re not going to fall.”
She stared into his eyes, her brown depths holding the rest of his life’s happiness in them. “You can’t mean what you say, Damek. We’ve known each other one day.”
“Does it feel that way to you?” If it did, he’d readily admit that it seemed quite different to him. “Does anything here seem like it’s only been a day?”
She swallowed, and her neck muscles clenched. His sensible lady was having trouble with this. Amelia could accept the paranormal, no problem. But her own empathic abilities? She’d yet to say she had them. Maybe she couldn’t deal with the things that were hard for her. Maybe her own happiness proved to be the thing she couldn’t easily handle.
If she needed more time, she’d get it. He’d wait forever.
She clasped her hands together. “It seems like I’ve known you my whole life. Like I already know your soul. Even though I couldn’t tell you what your favorite food is. Yet.”
He smiled. “I like barbecue shrimp, the kind you can get in New Orleans and nowhere else. I get to eat it very rarely.”
“You’re living in the northeast when you really want to be eating Cajun food?”
“You’re not really in the northeast anymore. This place is magic. Your point, however, is taken. What is your favorite food?”
“Chocolate. What else?”
He kissed her nose. “See, now I know that. That’s not really what’s important. Not when I already understand your heart.”
“How could it work? I’m in New York City. You’re here. Or back and forth, anyway.”
He’d forgotten he hadn’t let her in on the plans he’d made while he stomped over here afraid something had happened. “I’m coming to New York. If you want me.” Maybe he was moving way too fast, but he didn’t care. Life was short, and he wanted her. “I used to be a potion maker. I could do that there. I won’t ask you to uproot your life.”
She launched herself at him, kissing him hard. Heat rushed through his body.
She grabbed onto his shirt as she pulled back to look at him. “I would if you wanted me to. I’d stay here and we’d figure it out. Maybe I’d ride the ferry with you and see patients over there. They don’t need my services here. They do a much better job of it than I do.”
“I’m sure that’s not true. They have their talents, and you have yours. And you seem to know enough to say when someone should come here. It must be the empath in you.”
She shook her head. “I’m not empathic.”
“Amelia.” He cupped her cheeks. “Stop being in denial.”
“All right.” She bit down lightly on his finger.
His cock jumped.
“Let’s deal with that another time. What do you think about the idea of having sex right here? In this clearing, near this cliff?”
He looked left and right. Most people in the Haus were probably just now rising. They’d likely not get caught unless Cemil came back, which he probably wouldn’t.
Besides, life was an adventure. She wanted quasi public sex? He’d give it to her.
“Take off your shirt.”
Chapter Six
A melia sighed when he laid her down on the ground. In a million years, she’d never have imagined herself having sex on the ground in the open where anyone could stumble upon them. Still, her heart rate galloped, and her pussy was soaked. God, how she wanted Damek, and heavens, how she wanted him right then and there.
“We have to be quick about this.” He bit down on her neck.
Pleasure surged through her veins. Could she get any hotter? Not without exploding. If the night before indicated anything, Damek would accept nothing less.
“I can do quick.” She could do that very instant if he’d pull off her pants and thrust inside her, giving her his big dick as soon as possible.
“And the other thing is that I don’t have a
“You have a warlock.” She turned, nearly slipping off his lap, and he pulled her closer against him. “I’ve got you. You’re not going to fall.”
She stared into his eyes, her brown depths holding the rest of his life’s happiness in them. “You can’t mean what you say, Damek. We’ve known each other one day.”
“Does it feel that way to you?” If it did, he’d readily admit that it seemed quite different to him. “Does anything here seem like it’s only been a day?”
She swallowed, and her neck muscles clenched. His sensible lady was having trouble with this. Amelia could accept the paranormal, no problem. But her own empathic abilities? She’d yet to say she had them. Maybe she couldn’t deal with the things that were hard for her. Maybe her own happiness proved to be the thing she couldn’t easily handle.
If she needed more time, she’d get it. He’d wait forever.
She clasped her hands together. “It seems like I’ve known you my whole life. Like I already know your soul. Even though I couldn’t tell you what your favorite food is. Yet.”
He smiled. “I like barbecue shrimp, the kind you can get in New Orleans and nowhere else. I get to eat it very rarely.”
“You’re living in the northeast when you really want to be eating Cajun food?”
“You’re not really in the northeast anymore. This place is magic. Your point, however, is taken. What is your favorite food?”
“Chocolate. What else?”
He kissed her nose. “See, now I know that. That’s not really what’s important. Not when I already understand your heart.”
“How could it work? I’m in New York City. You’re here. Or back and forth, anyway.”
He’d forgotten he hadn’t let her in on the plans he’d made while he stomped over here afraid something had happened. “I’m coming to New York. If you want me.” Maybe he was moving way too fast, but he didn’t care. Life was short, and he wanted her. “I used to be a potion maker. I could do that there. I won’t ask you to uproot your life.”
She launched herself at him, kissing him hard. Heat rushed through his body.
She grabbed onto his shirt as she pulled back to look at him. “I would if you wanted me to. I’d stay here and we’d figure it out. Maybe I’d ride the ferry with you and see patients over there. They don’t need my services here. They do a much better job of it than I do.”
“I’m sure that’s not true. They have their talents, and you have yours. And you seem to know enough to say when someone should come here. It must be the empath in you.”
She shook her head. “I’m not empathic.”
“Amelia.” He cupped her cheeks. “Stop being in denial.”
“All right.” She bit down lightly on his finger.
His cock jumped.
“Let’s deal with that another time. What do you think about the idea of having sex right here? In this clearing, near this cliff?”
He looked left and right. Most people in the Haus were probably just now rising. They’d likely not get caught unless Cemil came back, which he probably wouldn’t.
Besides, life was an adventure. She wanted quasi public sex? He’d give it to her.
“Take off your shirt.”
Chapter Six
A melia sighed when he laid her down on the ground. In a million years, she’d never have imagined herself having sex on the ground in the open where anyone could stumble upon them. Still, her heart rate galloped, and her pussy was soaked. God, how she wanted Damek, and heavens, how she wanted him right then and there.
“We have to be quick about this.” He bit down on her neck.
Pleasure surged through her veins. Could she get any hotter? Not without exploding. If the night before indicated anything, Damek would accept nothing less.
“I can do quick.” She could do that very instant if he’d pull off her pants and thrust inside her, giving her his big dick as soon as possible.
“And the other thing is that I don’t have a
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