Page 54 of Heart of a Witch
I bit my bottom lip. “It’s probably side effects from the concussion. The doctor said I might experience some dizziness.”
“I’ll call to have another brought up.”
I placed my hand on his bicep through his shirt. “Please, I don’t want to be a bother.”
“You can’t wear that to bed.” His gaze lingered over my chest for a long moment. “Here.” He grabbed a shirt from his closet.
“That’s perfect.”
“How are you feeling?” His light touch grazed the back of my head, and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to punch him for it.
“It still hurts, but it’s only a surface wound. It looks worse than it is. I feel okay.” I paused.
Worry lines curved his frown, crinkling the corners of his eyes.
“Really. I feel good.” I held up his shirt. “I should change.”
“Of course.” He gestured to walk me back to the room I was staying in, but I but stepped into his room instead. His eyebrows flicked upward.
I stepped inside his closet and pulled off the nightgown, wondering if curiosity would tempt him enough to peek through the gap I’d left in the open door. Just in case, I peeled the fabric off slowly, keeping my back to the door, then pulled on the shirt, leaving the top two unbuttoned.
“You’re sure you feel well, Miss Weathermore?”
I gritted my teeth. I was Miss Weathermore again? Fuck. “Perfectly fine. Truly. I wouldn’t lie.” I turned and stepped out. “How do I look?”
His gaze undressed me, and he landed his bedroom eyes on mine. “It looks better on you than me.”
I ran my fingertips down the front of the shirt, paused at my navel, and danced my fingers down a beat lower. “It’s so soft, almost like your shirt is hugging every part of me.”
“Careful.” His eyes flashed as he leaned back against the wall, setting a glass of scotch on the side table. “I might think you’re trying to seduce me.”
I fluttered my eyelashes, placing a hand on my hip. “If I were seducing you, Mr. Shaw, the result would already be apparent.” I glanced down at his pants and smirked when I saw the slight bulge.
“Don’t worry, Miss Weathermore, you are not disappointing.” He looked me up and down. “You know, now that I think about it, you are creasing my best shirt. Perhaps you should take it off.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Your best shirt? I must be special.” I twirled around. “As you said, it looks so good on me, so I’ll keep it on.”
He closed the distance between us. My heart palpated. He pressed his thumb under my chin, bringing my gaze to meet his. “It would look better on the floor.”
I brought my fingers to his, then brought them to my lips. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re the one trying to seduce me. Not the other way around.”
“You don’t need to play games with me. You’ve already won.” His stare intensified, and he pressed up against me. I bit the end of his finger lightly, and any control he had snapped.
Before I could catch my breath, his lips were on mine, his fingers hesitating at my hair. His length throbbed under his pants. I pulled away an inch, but he tugged me closer, his groan lost in my mouth as he pressed me against the wall, his hand protecting the back of my head with a tenderness I didn’t expect. He slowed his breathing, pushing proof of his desire between my thighs. Satin slicked between my legs, to my surprise. My body was reacting, though my mind knew better. He rocked his hips, and I moved in rhythm when sense kicked in.
I couldn’t become another conquest.
I pushed him back onto the bed, moving on top of him. I brought my lips to his ear and whispered, “I’m not going to be a one-night thing.” I went to pull away, but he pulled me back toward himself, whispering back in my ear, sending tingles down my spine with each breath.
“I never expected this to be a one-night anything.”
“Then what?”
“We can do this as many times as you want.”
I closed my eyes. He didn’t see it as serious. My objective was to make him fall in love with me, not lust, although it was a good place to start. “I should go to bed.” Before I got off him, he sat up, so I was still straddled around him.
“What did I do?”
