To Catch a Witch [Spells of Seduction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page A

sleeping.
    Walking slowly to where she lay on the stone floor under the window, he gently put down the pail and sack so as not to wake her and sat down next to her, observing her. He hadn’t had a chance to actually look closely at her beautiful face when they first met earlier. Her thin, sculpted black eyebrows and her long black eyelashes accentuated her beauty and her eyes, even if they were closed. Her perfect turned-up nose and full, rosy lips beckoned for his kisses. He leaned in closer to kiss her lips softly, when she turned and her hand hit his knee. Her eyes fluttered open once, then twice. His breath caught in his throat when he realized he could get caught any second. But she still wasn’t awake when she lifted her head and rested it on his knee. Sighing, her eyes closed, she slid her hands together under her head for further comfort. She stayed like that for a few minutes while he continued to stare at her, unmoving.
    The desperate urge to kiss her lips hadn’t dissipated. He wanted to touch them now with his own and see if they felt as hot and passionate as he surmised they’d be. But unfortunately in the position he now was in with her head on his knee, he would move his leg when he’d bend to kiss her and chance her waking. So he remained as still as possible and just continued to observe her.
    She hardly looked like the evil and powerful sorceress everyone feared. She looked more like a vulnerable young woman who he wanted to protect and hold in his arms.
    He wondered if she had cast a youth spell on herself, like he had. If that were the case, then she could very well be decades older than her twenty-something years, maybe even much older than that.
    “How could you have done those awful things to those innocent people?” he whispered to himself while he gently moved her hair away from her face.
    Suddenly, her eyes shot open, and she stared at him in shock.
    Damn!
    A second after that, fear overtook her features. She jolted to a sitting position and then tried to get up to run away. She obviously forgot her sprained ankle and fell backward when she attempted to put the weight of her body on it. She landed halfway in his lap on the floor.
    “Don’t be afraid.” He put his hands on her waist to balance her to a more secure position on his lap.
    “What were you doing?” she asked as she tried to push herself away from him.
    He didn’t stop her but simply lifted his hands in the air to show her his gesture and intentions were quite harmless. “Nothing. I was only observing you.”
    She glared at him through squinting eyes but said not a word.
    “It’s the truth. I came in with these”—he pointed to the pail and bag beside him—“and I found you asleep, so I came to sit beside you.”
    “Why?”
    “Why did I sit beside you?”
    “Yes, why did you sit beside me, so close?”
    He laughed. “It wasn’t to give you a poison or slit your throat, if that is what you’re thinking.”
    “Then why did you sit so closely to me?”
    He leaned forward as much as he could while he stared at her luscious lips. Now they seemed like a beacon beaming, coaxing his lips to touch them. She did not move, nor did she breathe. Merlin was positive from her reaction to their closeness that the attraction he felt for her was as potent for her, as well. Why was this?
    He dipped even farther until his lips were just half an inch from hers, and he stayed like this for a few more seconds as his eyes fixed on her deep blue ones. He could see speckles of brown swimming in the blueness. So enchanting .
    “Does my being close to you bother you, my lady?”
    She gulped and, in a quivering voice, said while she stared at him, “Yes, very much so.”
    “Why, my lady?”
    She broke their piercing stare and looked at the door. “Because your Mistress is Serona. And you will do exactly what she asks of you, including harming me if she wants that.”
    “True. I must obey her orders always.”
    “Even if it means killing