The Last Witch Hunter (Witch Hunters) Read Online Free PDF

not touchy feely. Sue me. But don’t despair; I have a special bit of hatred reserved for witches.”
    He laughed. “So no cuddling after sex?”
    “You’ll never know.” His hold was secure but he wasn’t hurting her. She wouldn’t embarrass herself by struggling against his superior strength. “Let me go before I plant my foot in your-”
    “ So much hostility in such a delectably tiny body.”
    Her eyes narrowed on him. His voice was growing husky with arousal and his eyes were alight with mischief. The soft rasp of terrycloth sliding across her skin caused her to glance down. Her towel slipping was no coincidence. “Oh, for fuck’s sake-” He tugged her close, folding her arms behind her. They were face to face and his warm breath fanned her face.
    “ You smell damn good.”
    She could say the same but she wouldn’t. Engaging her biggest weapon, her abrasive personality, she asked, “So what is this, Ronan? Decided you’d settle for a fuck instead of a mate?”
    “ You’re saying you don’t find me attractive?”
    His blue-green eyes were really mesmerizing. She studied th e dark blue rim that circled his beautiful irises. “No.”
    “No, you don’t find me attractive? Or no , you’re not saying that?”
    “I don’t find you attractive.”
    “Your tight nipples say different. You’re surprisingly…busty for someone with such a small frame.”
    If he was expecting her to blush or to be demure, he was going to be disappointed. “I’m chilly.”
    His smile was slow and wickedly sexy. “I like you, Nikita. A lot.”
    “I have no plans to kill you,” she acknowledged. That was as much as she would admit.
    “All my senses tell me, you’re the one. Only one thing makes me uncertain. I dream of you, but I haven’t shared any dreams with you.”
    “I don’t dream.”
    “Everyone dreams.”
    “Not true, as I’ve just told you that I don’t.”
    “Then you’re not sleeping properly.”
    His flip statement put her on edge. “This has been fun, but you should go.”
    “You’re not afraid of me one little bit, are you?”
    “Should I be?”
    “Most women are at least intimidated by my size. I mean, I have you in a compromising situation, but you’re not scared. Why is that?”
    “I’m good at reading people. If you wanted to hurt me, you would have done it at your house. And you’re a gentleman. You walked me home even when you were furious at me.”
    “And now?” He arched a brow and then looked down at the towel bunched around her waist. It slithered the rest of the way to the floor, leaving her exposed to him. His eyes travelled over her at his leisure, pausing at her breasts and at the apex of her thighs.  She could feel the heat of his gaze down to her bones. Her nipples stood out proudly as though seeking contact from him and her pussy flooded with moisture. Ronan took a ragged breath. “You’re exquisite,” he groaned. “May I kiss you?”
    “That’s not a good idea. Ronan, I’ve been incredibly patient with you. Let me go.”
    To her surprise, he released her and sat back. His erection tented his jeans. Grimacing, he adjusted himself. The sight caused heat to unfurl deep in her belly. Nikita wet her lips. Ignoring her unwelcome attraction towards him, she bent and picked up her towel. What she wanted to do was straddle Ronan, delve her fingers into his thick red hair and take his mouth in a kiss that would have him shooting in his pants. A stupid and horrifying craving. She had to get rid of him. The more time she spent around him, the sexier, he seemed to get. Seriously, were his lips always that full and luscious? Wrapping her towel around herself, she said, “It’s time for you to leave.”
     
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    It was a crime to cover a body that beautiful. He knew he would be seeing it again later tonight in his mind’s eye as he extinguished the fire in his loins. “Would you come with me to the Fall Harvest Festival?”
    “No.”
    “As a friend. It’s a quiet