eyes on the prize: the demon Navicrux. No sexy skin glowing under the moonlight was going to distract me. Not a whimpered moan of pleasure or the soft purr preceding her cry as she came beneath me.
Her skin had been like warm silk moistened with rain. She’d smelled that way, too. Natural and sweet, an ineffable scent I couldn’t seem to chase from my senses.
When was the last time I’d been so caught up in a woman? I’d never had a true love. That was my brother’s calling. He was gentle and unassuming, keeping his nose in the books as the days passed. I had always been the dark one, the one who must be watched with caution. The one who could lure the women to him, yet never keep them long enough because I’d never taken the time to care if they stuck around.
I did care. I just didn’t care for disappointment, either.
The doorbell rang, and I startled. Really? I’d expected a paw scratching at the door. Hmm….
Peeking through the peephole, I was startled again, and quickly opened the door to a stunning vision.
“Hey, witch.”
Red silk swept about Star’s lithe form, dipping low to reveal the swells of her breasts and cut high to expose her legs, which weren’t long, yet appeared longer thanks to the violet shoes she wore.
High heels? On a kitty cat?
“Something wrong,” she asked and stepped forward to stroke a finger over my parted lips. “Cat got your tongue?”
Yes, please .
Mercy.
“Why the fancy dress?”
“Girl’s gotta make herself look pretty once in a while.” She strolled inside at a wobbly pace that made me wonder if she had ever before worn such shoes. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s incredible,” I said, and followed with a sigh that again surprised me—and my rising hard-on. She was up to something. My senses tingled with warning. The air prickled with unseen glamour.
I rushed after the sashaying feline and met her at the sofa. In a remarkable sneak attack, she pushed me onto the cushions and bent over me. The red silk fell loose and I could see all of her breasts, even the tight little nipples I knew she loved to have suckled.
“We had a deal,” I said, sensing she had decided to change up the rules. “This…this—” Tease. Come on. Desire . “—is not what I want.”
“It’s what I want.” She straddled my legs and sat on my lap, tilting back her shoulders to lift those provocative breasts high.
Much as the witch in me screamed for focus, the wanting, needy man I am eased back a bit and put his hands on Star’s hips. My cock had already swollen in anticipation.
“I thought we’d get more comfortable with each other tonight,” she said on a purry tone that stroked my hard-on to steel. “Maybe that’ll help you relax more.”
“I don’t need to relax, I need to maintain sharp focus. Star—” Her fingers glided through my hair, tickling my scalp and stealing further protest.
“It might help me,” she said, and leaned in to toggle my earlobe with the tip of her tongue. A thrilling shiver tickled down my neck and shot directly to my groin. “To get to know you better. To trust you.”
“You don’t trust me?” I suppose not. Not after my masterful failure last night.
Green eyes twinkled but inches from my face.
“Maybe you know what you’re doing. You think we need to do this?” I slid a hand up her waist, my thumb stroking under her breast.
“Mm, yes. I think so.”
She guided my hand over her breast and the nipple was so hard I leaned in to suckle it through the silk fabric. Showing her satisfaction, she pressed against the back of my head. I slid down the silk strap and cupped both breasts. Touching her was like a gift I’d been granted and should use well to show my appreciation.
“This is so right,” she murmured. “Don’t you think?”
I nodded, murmuring a noise of approval.
“Look at me, T.J.”
Our eyes fixed and I wished I could look into her soul, as only another witch was able to do. Her soul shone brightly. And
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