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desire sluicing through her. “I truly hope so.”
    He flicked his tongue out to touch the slight point at the tip of her ear, and her knees went weak. A smile curved her lips. Gods, yes. This was exactly what she needed to wash the taste of wedding out of her mouth. Sex, hot and wild, or slow and soft. She didn’t care as long as there was a mind-blowing, can’t-even-remember-her-own-name-afterward orgasm in her near future. Several of them would be even better.
    “Come inside.” He set his hand on the small of her back and urged her forward. His place didn’t look like a frat house, which was always a worry with single human males. The building was neat and either white or pale yellow, she couldn’t tell in the porch lighting.
    Jack unlocked the door and ushered her inside. No beer lights or posters of lingerie models. The décor was bachelor chic. Big leather couch, stark white walls, dozens of unframed photos propped on the fireplace mantel. Curiosity stirred inside her, and she wanted to take a closer look, but he locked the front door behind them and pulled her back against his hard body.
    A gasp strangled out of her as his heat surrounded her. The iron bar of his erection pressed to her buttocks. Her sex went as hot and damp as it had been while they danced. She could almost see the sparks of chemistry between them. Or maybe it was her magic igniting as it did when she was sexually aroused. She licked her lips, let her head fall against his shoulder, and reached back to bracket his thighs with her hands. Desire twisted through her, and she relished the flare of fire within her. She wanted to lose herself in this, wanted to push the entire world and every second of her history away until there was nothing but the searing intensity of this moment.
    The deep well of magic inside her boiled up, and she felt pleasure spells dance over her skin, slipping from her fingertips and out to him. His breath hissed, and he jerked when her energy hit him. She froze, a bit of uncertainty slicing through her lust. “Um ... you’ve had sex with a Magickal before, haven’t you? The pleasure spells aren’t going to freak you out?”
    He was a Normal, but she’d assumed since he knew about magic that he’d have tried out some of the extra party favors Magickals brought to the bedroom. She was suddenly glad to be facing away from him so she didn’t have to look him in the eyes while she asked those questions.
    A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Don’t worry, Grayson. You’re not popping my Normal-Magickal cherry.”
    She snorted. “Good, because I like my pleasure spells.”
    “Then, by all means, enjoy yourself.” He bit the side of her neck, then soothed the sting with his tongue. His palms skimmed up the front of her dress until he could cup her breasts.
    Her nipples drew to peaks, thrusting into his palms. His fingers stroked the tight nubs, and her hands clenched on the muscles of his thighs, spells pouring out of her. Tiny forks of lightning wound up her arms and sizzled from her fingertips. He shuddered and pinched her nipples hard, twisting them until she cried out.
    Then he nipped at her earlobe and ran his tongue up to the point of her ear. Her knees threatened to buckle, and she pressed herself deeper into his embrace, her heart pounding, her breath speeding.
    “Kiss me.” The feel of his lips against hers had been divine, and she wanted it again.
    He spun her around, and she swayed precariously on heels she wasn’t used to wearing. She clamped her hands on his shoulders to keep herself upright. His mouth brushed over hers, light, fleeting, leaving her wanting. Pushing at his jacket, she slid it off his shoulders.
    His fingers thrust into her hair, pulling her head back until her throat was bared to his lips. His mouth opened on her skin, sucking and biting at her flesh. A moan dragged from her, and she let her eyes drift closed. Living as long as she had meant not much surprised her anymore, but the strength