floor, sticking out from under her lavender dust ruffle, was a glossy black feather.
Chapter Three
Gavin burst through the door like he was ready to slaughter an army. “Kara!”
Kara crouched by the desk, black feather in hand, pondering what it all meant and how she was supposed to explain it to Gavin. Uh, been dreaming about screwing a guy with wings, and I think he might have left this behind. Don’t worry. My exploits are confined to dirty nighttime fantasies and luring men out of bars to kick their asses. I’m not a crazy slut. Really.
“Sorry. I, uh…overreacted. I thought maybe Mr. Pibb killed a bird or something, but… Ha.” She laughed weakly. “It’s only one feather.”
Gavin’s eyes narrowed on the feather in her hand and his nostrils flared. The expression on his face made the handsome businessman look dangerous. He strode forward, took Kara’s hand and pulled her to her feet. “May I see that?”
“Sure.” She handed it over easily, wanting to play along and get him out of there fast so she could take a cold, Gavin-less shower and process what in the hell was going on. Mr. Pibb had never stepped a paw outside the apartment in all his ever-lovin’ life, and she always left the balcony doors closed. How could he have found a feather?
“Aha!” Kara exclaimed. As she realized what was happening, her shoulders slumped in relief. “I’m going to kick that witch’s ass.”
Gavin blinked. “Pardon?”
“I mean, that bitch’s ass,” she amended. “See, Abbey put this here to mess with me. She knows how I love… birds .”
Yeah, she’d flip Abbey the bird, all right. Her best friend must have put a lust spell on the feather and shoved it under Kara’s bed. No wonder her neighbors were looking hotter and her dreams were spicier than a habanero pepper. Leave it to Abbey to take Kara’s love life into her own hands. When it came to sex, that witch had a wicked sense of humor.
Kara got the spare key from the drawer and held it out to Gavin. “Here you go. Just bring it back tomorrow after you get copies made. Sorry about the confusion tonight.” And she wasn’t talking about the time mix-up.
But to her surprise, Gavin slipped the feather into his pocket and took the key from her fingers, just to let it drop to the floor. “I’ve decided to take you up on your invitation.”
He stepped forward and took her in his arms, pressing his never-ending erection firmly against her belly. “I’ll stay.”
Her heart almost sputtered to a stop. Would it be wrong to let this go further now that she knew their feelings were based on nothing more than a charmed feather? She should have known magic was involved when a man as attractive as Gavin couldn’t look at her without his pants bulging at the seams. “Uh…Gavin. Maybe we should—” was all she got out before he bent to her mouth and crushed his lips against hers.
The moment she tasted the exotic flavor of his tongue darting into her mouth, her doubts washed away like leaves in a storm, until only one thing remained—she would die if she couldn’t have him inside her. Now.
Gavin’s fingers sank into Kara’s hip as he lashed her with his tongue. He tasted of dark, addictive things Kara had never sampled before. The force of his kiss would have rocked her back, but he cradled her head in his left hand, sucking the breath from her lungs as he consumed her.
Kara ground her pelvis against him with a whimper. “I need this.”
She reached a hand down to feel the steel of his penis beneath his trousers. For a moment, she couldn’t wrap her mind around what she was feeling, until finally, she let out a gasp. He couldn’t really be that large, could he? There was no way he’d fit.
Gavin plucked her hand away from his groin and brought it to his chest. “Not that, princess. Not tonight.”
Kara pulled away and looked at him as if he were insane. “Not tonight? What are you, some sort of pussy tease? Is that how you get your
Jan (ILT) J. C.; Gerardi Greenburg