The Witch's Desire by Elle James Page B

off the water and shoved the shower curtain aside.
    He grabbed a fluffy white towel and wrapped her in it, then lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the comforter.
    She scooted to the edge of the bed, intent on getting up. But he stepped between her legs, halting her progress.
    â€œI’m not dry.”
    â€œGood, because I’m going to make you a whole lot wetter.” He leaned over her until she lay back on the mattress, her legs draped over the edge of the bed and pressed a kiss to her lips, trailing more kisses along her jaw and down the long line of her neck to where the pulse beat like a runaway drummer.
    She threaded her fingers through his hair as he dropped to his knees, spreading her thighs wider.
    Her entrance glistened with her juices, sending a surge of animalistic lust spurring through him, making him want to rise up and thrust into her, again and again. But he wanted to satisfy her first.
    Parting her folds he found the narrow strip of flesh packed with its bundle of nerves and flicked it with his fingertip.
    Her fingers dug into the comforter and her back arched off the mattress, a low moan rising from her throat.
    Ah, yes
. That was what he wanted to hear. The sound of her increasing passion as she rose to the top and burst over the edge. With him.
    He tapped her again, tracing a line from there to her entrance, swirling his finger in the moisture. Then he leaned in and stroked her with his tongue.
    â€œBy the goddesses!” she called out.
    He smiled, wondering if her voice had carried through the door to the others in the room beyond.
    Her thighs closed around his shoulders and squeezed him with each attack he waged on her most sensitive point until her fingers dragged at his hair, urging him upward.
    â€œI want you inside me,” she gasped. “Now.”
    Cal rose to his feet, swung her legs up onto the bed and dove for his pants, ripping his wallet from the back pocket to unearth a condom. Thank goodness he’d packed more in his duffle. If all went well, they’d be rid of Ursula tomorrow and free to enjoy the rest of their mini-vacation in bed.
    He tore the edge of the packet with his teeth and slid the rubber over his swollen cock. Then he crawled into the king-sized bed and lay down between her legs.
    She curled her hand around his neck and brought him close enough to kiss. “Make love to me, human.”
    Cal claimed her lips, thrusting into her at the same time. Her channel was so wet, he slid in easily, her walls pulsing, tightening.
    Demi wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his buttocks, urging him deeper. She was so warm, wet and enticing he had to focus to make it last longer. In and out, he moved, his tongue thrusting between her teeth to the same, carnal rhythm. Her body stiffened and her feet eased to the mattress, lifting her hips to meet each of his thrusts with her own until she stopped, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her fingernails digging into his back.
    Every muscle in his body tensed, his movements becoming more forceful as he powered into her, over and over. Then he shot over the top, every nerve screaming, his member pulsing within her sheath.
    When he finally came back to earth, he eased down on her and rolled over, taking her with him.
    Demi snuggled into the crook of his arm. “I count that as a prequel to our little vacation.” A yawn stretched her lips and she covered her mouth. “Sorry. Not a reflection on your lovemaking. I’m just really sleepy.”
    â€œI should have let you sleep.”
    â€œUh-uh. That was worth losing sleep over.”
    Cal cupped her face, brushing his thumb over her eyelid. “Close your eyes, sweetheart. We only have a couple hours before we take the next shift.”
    She turned her face into his palm and kissed him. “If you insist, although I feel like I should be out there, keeping an eye on our charge.”
    â€œKatya and Blaise