The Seven Year Witch: That Old Black Magic, Book 2 by Jodi Redford Page B

though, I’m one hundred percent clean. You don’t hafta worry about catchin’ an STD from me.”
    The tension eased from her body. “I wasn’t worried.”
    “Liar.” He stopped her protest with a lingering kiss. His palms slipped down to cup her ass as he sank back inside her. “In this day and age, you’d be foolish not to insist on a guy usin’ a condom.”
    “You’ll get no argument from me there.”
    He pumped deeper, his eyes almost crossing at the tight squeeze of her inner muscles. Moaning, he buried his face against her neck. “That bein’ said, I’ve gotta admit the thought of ridin’ you bare again is all I can think about. Any chance you’re on the pill?”
    She shook her head. “No reason to be, since I haven’t had sex in over two years.”
    Her frank admission caused him to lose his rhythm. “Uh, what? ”
    Clarissa’s gaze slid from his shocked one. “Can I help it if I’ve been a little too busy for sex lately?”
    “For two years? Shug, nobody’s that busy.”
    “It isn’t like I was completely depriving myself.”
    His head spun from the possibilities inherent in that provocative statement. “Vibrator?”
    “A drawer full. My favorite is a sparkly blue one that has a little dolphin-shaped attachment that I use to buzz my—”
    A massive groan escaped him, and he shuddered. “Darlin’, there are certain things you shouldn’t say to a man when he’s balls-deep inside you. Not unless you want him blowin’ too soon.”
    Her fingertips danced along his spine before smoothing over his tensed glutes. “Hm, then I guess you don’t want me mentioning how good your cock feels.” She massaged his ass. “So thick…and…hard. Mmmm.”
    He growled. “You’re messin’ with the king of tease, baby. Sure you wanna take me on?”
    “Definitely.” She arched her back, deliberately tempting him with those scrumptious nipples. “I’m ready for you, big boy. Give me your best shot.”
    Awarding her his most wickedly feral smile, he hiked her thighs over his shoulders and watched her eyes widen as he bumped against her cervix. “What do you fantasize about when you’re playin’ with your vibrator?”
    It took a moment for her glassy stare to focus on him, and he could tell from her dazed expression that she was trying to determine why their sexy talk had taken this particular fork in the road. “I-I don’t know.”
    “Yes, you do. Tell me.”
    She bit her lip. “Sometimes I…think about you.”
    “Yeah?” The word came out husky as he circled his hips, brushing her clit with his pubic bone. The notion of her masturbating while she thought about him was a heady, massive turn-on. “Did you pretend your little dolphin buddy was my tongue while it kissed your sweet spot?” He increased the tempo of his thrusts, keeping pace with her quickened breaths. “Baby, you’re not the only one who’s been busy fantasizing. Do you have any idea the number of times I’ve jacked myself, wishin’ my fuckin’ hand was your mouth or pussy instead?”
    “Logan…” She gasped, her slick walls rippling around him. Closing his eyes, he basked in the pure pleasure of her orgasm. He managed two more short strokes before he came with a broken groan.
    Heart pounding from exertion and some other indefinable emotion he didn’t care to overanalyze at the moment, he slumped, rolling them both sideways so he didn’t crush her. He flopped his arm over her waist. “I win.”
    A derisive noise huffed from the back of her throat before she poked him in the center of his sweaty chest. “Only because you cheated with your sneaky hand-job confession.”
    “Never said I play fair.”
    After an admonishing sniff, she pushed away from him and sat up. “Now I really need to go take a shower.”
    “How about if I join you?”
    She shot him a look over her shoulder. “Right. I wouldn’t get over to the nursing home until dinner.”
    Licking his lips, he ogled her heart-shaped ass. “Good