Page 75 of Sweetwater and the Witch

“You’re fired.”

He crushed her close and tight. The thrilling energy of desire that she had worked so hard to suppress stormed through her. She was suddenly shivering with the force of it. She and Ethan were not the only source of heat in the vicinity. The elemental energy of the psi-laced greenery infused the atmosphere with an earthy, intoxicating tingle.

What they had between them might be temporary, she thought, but it was real and it was more than enough to fuel an affair. She gave herself up to the magic of the night, the man, and the moment.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

A tremor went through Ravenna when she felt Ethan’s fingers on the zipper of her gown. A moment later he peeled the dress down to her waist. The built-in bra went with the rest of the bodice.

Ethan broke off the kiss and looked down.

“Beautiful,” he rasped.

He touched her breasts with a hand that shook a little. Knowing she had that effect on him filled her with a glorious sense of her own sensuality. She fumbled with his bow tie, because her fingers were quivering, too, and finally managed to undo the intricate knot.

He pulled back long enough to shrug out of the black jacket and toss it over the railing. She unfastened the front of the formal shirt, a sweet tension building deep inside. When she got the garment open, she flattened her palms against his chest, savoring the feel of the strong muscles beneath his warm, firm skin.

He pulled her across his thighs, cradled her with one arm, and kissedher again. His hand slipped up under the skirts of her gown. A long, breathless moment later she felt his palm on the inside of her thigh. The anticipation of a more intimate touch stole her breath. Her nails dug into his shoulder.

When his fingers slipped inside the silky scrap of her panties, she almost climaxed then and there. She had never been so hungry for release. The hot kiss in the motel room had let her know what to expect if she and Ethan ever made it to bed together. There was no bed tonight, but they were together and that was all that mattered.

And then he was stroking her, discovering her secrets. She was clawing at him now, soaking wet, desperate for release. When he eased his fingers inside her and found the taut bud of her clitoris with his thumb, she went over the edge.

The thrilling pulsations of her climax swept through her, stealing her voice and her breath. Her body clenched around his fingers.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Just like that.”

The night stood still.

When it was over she sank against him, into him. The urge to laugh or shout was overwhelming, but she was too spent to summon the energy, so she closed her eyes and smiled a very smug, very satisfied smile and kissed his bare chest.

“Fire witch,” Ethan said.

He sounded enthralled. Enchanted.

For once the words did not bother her. She was a fire witch. She raised her lashes to tell him that...

...and saw the little shower of fireworks that was already fading inside the gazebo.

“Oh, shit.” She struggled to sit upright on his thighs, horrified by the loss of control.

“Let it go,” Ethan said. He gripped her waist, lifted her, and turned her so that she sat astride him. “We have more important things to worry about.”

“Such as?” she shot back.

And then she realized that the front of his trousers was open. His erection was fierce and full.

“That is... very impressive,” she whispered.

“I want you, Ravenna. I’ve been waiting all my life for a fire witch.”

She forgot about the unplanned fireworks and wrapped her fingers around him. He did not try to conceal his hunger. She could not take him all at once. Instead she eased herself slowly down on his rock-hard length until he was deep inside her.

When his release struck in pounding waves, he took her with him. She could have sworn that for a moment their auras were locked together. The sense of intimacy was unlike anything she had ever known.

The night burned.

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