Page 48 of Curses & Cold Brew
“Could you . . . show me how it works?” I managed to breathe.
Her breath hit my ear as her luscious voice dropped lower. “Anything you want, my little witchling.”
My.
The things that single word did to me.
Her hand brushed my hip as she walked past me, and the ember in my core blazed to life. The sound of water hitting the tile snapped me out of the fantasy of Ramona wet and dripping.
“Come closer so I can show you the action panel.” She pointed to a small black rectangle on the wall, and even though it would have been better for my sanity to keep my distance, I obeyed. “These buttons control the temperature.” She pressed the button twice, then took my hand to stick it under one of the streams of water. “Too cold?”
“Yes,” was all I could muster as her damp fingertips caressed my wrist.
“Tell me when it’s hot enough,” she practically purred and pressed the button again.
“More,” I said, something in my chest swelling and threatening to burst. She increased the heat again. “More.” Her brow ticked up as if she were questioning my tolerance. “More.” I was breathless and fighting the urge to pull us both into the shower. The word had become my mantra. It was all I wanted. “More.”
Steam filled the small glass-enclosed space and floated out between us.
“Iris?”
I tilted my head to meet Ramona’s gaze, but her eyes were fixed on my mouth. I hadn’t realized how close she was, her lips a hair’s breadth from my own and a question in her silver eyes.
Was that a question? The question? Or was it the final warning?
I didn’t know and didn’t care.
I couldn’t take it anymore. All of this building and building inside of me was always going to lead us to this moment, teetering on the precipice of something neither of us could deny.
So instead of pulling away, I simply said the one word that had swarmed all my thoughts: “More.”
Before I could close the distance, Ramona’s body crashed into mine, pushing both of us into the shower.
Her kiss was vicious but passionate. Her soft lips demanded mine as a sacrifice.
I barely noticed the water drenching our clothes while our hands roamed. I couldn’t decide which part of her to touch first, her hips, round ass, or the valley between her breasts that had always taunted me from the low necklines of her shirts. The madness in me was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I wanted to memorize every inch of her.
I eagerly pulled at the hem of my shirt, and that was the catalyst that turned our frenzy into an inferno.
Ramona let out a needy little growl and I knew her thoughts matched my own:No more messing around. I need you.
The buttons of her shirt popped, fabric tore, and pants and underwear magically slid down our bodies and dropped to a sopping pile at our feet.
Thank fuck for magic.
With a possessive grip, Ramona took hold of my wet hair and deepened our kiss, bringing our naked bodies together. Her knee wedged between mine, and her hand slipped between my legs.
Slick fingers circled my clit, making me moan into her mouth. Goddess, I was already right on the edge of an orgasm. She barely needed to touch me after edging me all day. But her fingers worked me as if she knew exactly what I needed.
The mounting pressure in my belly tipped as she pushed her fingers inside of me and commanded, “Come undone for me.”
Stars burst. Planets collided. And the world-rearranging orgasm had her taking all of my weight, pinning me to the wall when my knees gave out.
The rush was like nothing I’d ever felt. Wave after wave of pleasure.
If I didn’t already know magic was real, I would now.
Ramona’s kisses turned soft and tender before she pulled away and let me bask in the afterglow of the best orgasm of my life. But when I finally managed to open my eyes and steady my legs, I was rewarded with a full view of Ramona’s gloriously naked body. She was lithe and soft and curved in all the right ways—a body perfectly molded to fit against mine.
