Page 28 of A Hunter Cursed
Keegan bit her bottom lip, her cheeks rosy, her eyes bright with excitement as she finally blurted, “I’m not cursed.” She did a little hop of excitement and pumped her fist in the air adorably. “The angel confirmed it, and I mean, he’s like a celestial being so he has to be right, right?”
“I never believed you were cursed to begin with,” Jeremiah told her, smiling widely. “But I know that has to be a huge weight off your shoulders, Keegan. Now I’m wishing I had brought a bottle of champagne or something so we could celebrate.”
“I bought one on my way home,” she informed him. Pulling free from his arms, she practically skipped to the refrigerator to retrieve the bottle before holding it victoriously over her head. “Well, it’s not champagne precisely,” she said, lowering the bottle to examine the label. “It’s spumante.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she turned them his way. “I like that word, spumante. It kind of sounds both dirty and fancy at the same time.”
Jeremiah chuckled, shaking his head, her happiness infectious.
“Now let’s eat.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “You’ll need your strength for what we’ll be doing for dessert.”
Somehow, despite the rush of lightheadedness, her words had caused, and the iron-hard rod tenting his pants which made it difficult to walk, Jeremiah made it to the table.
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Keegan wasn’t normally so forward or so blatant in expressing what she wanted, but she was just so incredibly happy. Jeremiah had been right. An enormous weight had been lifted off her shoulders as soon as the angel had given her the answer to a question she’d been too afraid to ask. She’d carried that fear for so long and it had colored so many aspects of her life, so many decisions she had made. No longer. Finally, she was free.
“Mm,” Jeremiah hummed appreciatively, breaking into her thoughts as he savored his food. “I don’t care if this was frozen. It’s delicious.”
“Better than grilled cheese and SpaghettiOs?” she teased.
“Much better.” Dabbing at the corner of his mouth with a paper towel masquerading as a napkin, he added, “Oh! I meant to ask you. What are those markings around your door?”
Keegan felt her cheeks heat with a blush of embarrassment as she admitted, “It was a barrier spell gone wrong.”
She’d done it during a time in her life when she’d been paranoid, driving herself crazy thinking that some dark force was following her, watching her. Riddled with anxiety, she’d attempted to construct the wards by memory.
Covering her face with her hands, she continued, “I thought I knew what I was doing, so I didn’t bother to go by the book. I rushed it and it backfired on me.” With a scoffing sound, she dropped her hands to explain. “It was supposed to keep evil spirits out but I screwed it up big time.” She chuckled, able to laugh about it now. “I was trapped in here for two days before I finally admitted defeat and called Destin to get me out. The landlord was so pissed when he saw what I’d done.” She shook her head and sighed. “I can kiss my security deposit goodbye, that’s for sure.”
Jeremiah chuckled with amusement before he waved his hand at the door. “I can fix that up, no problem. It’ll be like it never happened.”
“I almost forgot your pack has that construction company.”
He nodded as he chewed, saying once he swallowed, “We build entire houses. Replacing a doorjamb would be a piece of cake.”
“I may take you up on that if I ever decide to move. Right now, those marks are a daily reminder to me that I don’t know everything, and doing anything half-assed has consequences.”
Jeremiah nodded. “Words to live by.”
Seeing he’d cleaned his plate, Keegan motioned to the cardboard tray that held the lasagna. “More?”
He shook his head, his eyes shifting to those of his wolf as he replied, “I’m looking forward to dessert.”
“Thank God,” she murmured. Standing and leaning across the table, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked him toward her, kissing him for all she was worth.
Chapter Fifteen
It had taken everything Keegan had to sit there and converse normally as if this was just another night, eating just another meal.The shift that had occurred in her mental state upon learning she wasn't in fact cursed was a game-changer. Always so leery of getting close to anyone and finally, tonight, she could be with someone without worry, without waiting for the other shoe to drop and for disaster to strike.
She could hardly wait. Even if Jeremiah turned out to be the worst lover in the world it would still be the best sex she'd ever had for that reason alone.
Warmth spread across her chest, and then, a rather intense heat. At first, she thought it was from her own thoughts until Jeremiah stood and tugged her to the side, his voice gruff as he told her, “That sauce will stain.”
Sure enough, her boobs had been in the lasagna. She didn't care, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the taste of this man, the feeling of his hands on her body, and the knowledge that whatever tonight brought, it would be about pleasure, an expression of life lived to the fullest, and a beginning of good things to come.
“Here, let me help you get out of this.”
He was talking about her shirt, and Keegan was more than happy to oblige. That voice… so deep, so sexy with that slight growl underlying the words. The sound made her lower belly tighten with anticipation and her core throb with need. Raising her arms, she let him tug the layered tank tops over her head. Her bra was gone a moment later, his mouth replacing the lacy fabric as he sucked on her nipple while a big hand cupped and gently squeezed her other breast.
Keegan drew in a breath sharply, her fingers tunneling through the hair at the back of his head, encouraging him as his tongue swirled and his fingers plucked. Her eyes rolled closed as her mouth fell open in pleasure. Every lick, each exquisite caress created a corresponding throb between her legs that had her thinking she could come just from the attention he was paying her breasts.
