Page 32 of Bewitched By the Siren
She’s everything I could possibly want in a woman, but I’m torn between my growing feelings for her and the job I was sent here to do. The job that keeps me housed and fed.
When I finish in the bathroom, I flick off the light and walk back out into the bedroom. I stare at the bed for a long moment, then shake my head. I’m too wound up to sleep.
“Maybe some fresh air will do me some good,” I murmur to myself as I head back out into the main part of the house.
Walking to the back door, I pull it open and step out onto the deck. The crisp, briny air cools my heated skin in an instant, reinvigorating me as I watch the waves crash against the shore.
I see movement from the corner of my eye, and when I look toward it, I spot Hali curled up in a chair on her own porch. Her eyes are locked on me, but she makes no move to speak or rise from her seat. We stare at each other in silence for several long moments, my thoughts spinning like a carousel as I consider my options.
I can wave, then head back inside. I can try to talk to her. Smooth things over and attempt to erase what happened tonight so we can get back to the easy friendship we were building before we kissed.
Or…
My mind goes blank as she drops her feet from the chair’s seat and stands. She’s wearing what must be her pajamas, a pair of tiny satin shorts and a camisole that does nothing to hide the way her nipples have pebbled in the cool evening air.
My breathing accelerates, each breath harsh as my chest rises and falls with the effort to fill my lungs. I don’t want to be responsible anymore. I don’t care about the possible ramifications in my professional life.
Nothing matters but her.
“Come here,” I say, my voice low and rough around the edges.
Hali doesn’t waste a second. She’s off her porch and sprinting toward me, and I only have a moment to feel the sense of relief before she’s slamming into me, her hands diving into my hair and her lips sealing to mine. My arms curve around her instantly, my hands gripping her ass and lifting her until her legs wrap around my waist.
Swinging around, I stumble through my still-open door before sliding it closed behind me. Our tongues tangle in an ancient duel as I carry Hali to my bedroom, not stopping until she’s spread out on my bed with me stretched over her, my hips nestled between her thighs.
“God, you feel amazing,” I murmur as I break off our kiss to lick and nip at the column of her throat.
She pushes at my shoulders, and for a brief, terrifying moment, I think she’s changed her mind and is putting a stop to this. But she only rips off her camisole before pulling me back down, guiding my mouth toward her chest.
Yes.
I flick my tongue against one pert nipple, and the sound that vibrates out of her makes my blood sing. I move to the other nipple to see if teasing it will elicit the same response, and satisfaction resonates in my bones when it does.
Her grip on my hair tightens when I suck the sensitive bud into my mouth, and her hips buck beneath me. The friction the move causes against my hard cock has me moaning this time, and Hali bucks again, rolling her hips to draw out the motion.
Fuck me.She’s going to be the death of me. And what a sweet, sweet death it will be.
“Brendan,” she gasps, and the sound of my name on her lips is nearly my undoing.
Pushing myself up, I kiss my way down her torso as she lifts her hips and pushes down at the satin shorts she’s still wearing. Sitting back on my knees, I grip the soft material to help. She drops her hips and raises her feet so I can pull the shorts free, but the satin catches on her toe.
When her foot breaks free, it flies back in my direction. I try to dodge it, but I move too slow, and her heel connects with my temple.
“Shit,” I grunt, my hand rubbing at the spot.
“Oh, my God,” Hali says, her voice laced with laughter. “I’m so sorry.”
I drop my hand and stare down at her with narrowed eyes. “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?”
She shakes her head rapidly, but her lips are trembling, fighting to hold in her smile. With a feral growl, I launch myself forward, careful to keep the full brunt of my weight off her while my fingers tickle her sides. She squeals and bucks against me, and her soft, naked body brushing against mine makes my humor flee as lust comes barreling back in to replace it.
Pressing my mouth to hers, I groan into it when she opens for me so readily. Our tongues dance around each other for several beats, then I break away to kiss a path southward again. I need to taste her.
Hali must approve, because she relaxes back with a satisfied moan as I kiss my way past her navel. Scooting down, I push her thighs apart and run my tongue along the length of her seam, and she gasps, her back arching up off the bed before plopping back down.
She tastes like salt and the hot mid-summer sun and everything that’s good in this world. I lick her again, this time flicking the tip of my tongue against her clit. She murmurs my name, sending heat rocketing down my spine. My tongue moves faster swirling and slashing until she’s a quaking, moaning mess on the verge of detonation.
But I have this deep, animalistic need to be inside her when she comes, so I pull back. Ignoring her sounds of disappointment, I climb off the bed and shuck my shorts and boxer briefs. I move quickly toward my suitcase and dig out the travel-sized package of condoms I brought.
