Page 94 of Witch Unexpected
We’d come to a halt on the dirt track just before it joined a wide driveway, which I assumed led to the main house.
“Leif? Is everything okay?”
He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. “I’m going to have to kiss you.”
For a moment I thought I’d misheard, but the way he was looking at me, kinda anxious, kinda optimistic, told me I’d heard him perfectly. I also knew he wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t important.
“Care to explain why?”
“Females that come here carry the scent of the shifter whose guest they are. It tells the other shifters she’s taken and avoids unnecessary disputes.”
“When you saycarry the scent, I assume you mean they’ve had sexual contact, right?”
He smiled wryly. “Yes. I’d say the kiss could be a peck, but it needs to be a little more than that to release my scent.”
In other words, he needed to be turned on.
My pulse fluttered at the thought, but I tamped down on the excitement. This wouldn’t mean anything.
I hitched up my dress. “Fine. Let’s do this.”
Leif looked stunned. “Cora, what are you—”
I climbed over the gear stick and straddled him, hands on his shoulders. “How’s this?”
Now that I was on his lap, ass braced on his taut, muscular thighs, his scent wreathing me like an aphrodisiac, my body finally allowed me to acknowledge how fucking much I wanted to touch him.
This was my chance. An excuse to have a taste with no repercussions. No Jasper. No distractions. My body tightened in anticipation, and the teeny, wicked side of me that I kept at bay came out to play.
I leaned in, so our mouths were inches apart. “Anything?”
His hands drifted to my waist, and his gaze dropped to my mouth. “You tell me.” His voice was husky, low, and intimate.
I rolled my hips against his, and we both sucked in a breath when his erection pressed against my panties. Wetness bloomed, and I scooted back, not wanting to get my juices all over the front of his trousers, but his hands dropped to my ass, and he hauled me flush against him again.
“No, this works. It works real good.” His mouth captured mine, and I forgot to breathe.
He kissed me like I was a ripe piece of fruit. Juicy, succulent, deep kisses that drew the breath from me and made me swell against his arousal. I sank my hands into his hair and kissed him back, grinding against him, no longer caring about making a mess as my mind went to dirty, dark places. Friends didn’t do this. They didn’t kiss like they were fucking.
His hand slid up my leg, under my dress, thumb caressing the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, sweeping closer and closer to the juncture and my wet heat. I jerked my hips toward him, wanting him to have access, to touch and probe.
The air crackled, and I was shoved away from Leif, ending our lip lock.
“Having fun?” Jasper asked from the back seat.
How long had he been sitting there? “Fucking hell, Jasper. Seriously!” I glared at him. “Learn to knock.”
“I don’t think you quite get it, Cora. If I can’t have you, no one can.”
Leif tucked his chin in, shoulders rising and falling as he grappled to regain his composure. Finally, he raised his gaze to mine and gently swept a strand of hair from my cheek.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” I bit out, tearing my attention from Jasper and fixing it back on Leif.
“Jasper,” Leif said. “I’m going to say this one time and one time only.” His eyes remained locked with mine. “If you sneak up on me again, I’ll make sure I find a way to lock you up for good.”
Jasper snorted. “You’d have to unbind me from Cora first, and trust me, there is no way to do that. We’re bound as long as she lives.”
