Page 45 of Cursed Sight
Serena shook her head before taking steady steps toward him. Her hands came to his chest as she pinned his erection between their bodies, the silk cooling his heated flesh. “Am I yours?”
It took him a moment before he nodded, unable to speak.
“There isn’t a man alive who arouses me mentally, emotionally, and/or physically like you do, Ethan Broderick.” Her hands moved up his chest. One came to rest over his heart, and the other on his cheek. “It was a nightmare.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you went to see Peter?” His words slipped out without his command.
Serena kissed his chest and met his gaze. “I wasn’t purposefully hiding it. I guess I didn’t want you to see how worried I was about it all.”
A strange sensation spread across the front of his body. “What is that?” he asked.
“What do you feel?”
“Tingling.”
“And?
Tuning in, he relaxed. His hands moved to her waist and held her to him. “Fear.”
Serena nodded. “I just opened myself so you could feel what’s going on inside me.”
Ethan wrapped his arms around her and pinned her against him as he laid his cheek on the top of her head. “That dream was all sorts of screwed up.”
“I can only imagine how I’d react to a dream about you with another woman. The thought alone makes me want to send her to Antarctica.”
Ethan chuckled. “Antarctica? Of all places, why there?”
“We’re witches, babe. Burning someone alive isn’t cool.”
A roar of laughter escaped him and drove out any lingering pain from the dream. “Let’s go to bed, my little witch.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said and giggled when he swatted her behind.
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Things between them were great. With the nightmare behind them, he learned to identify the emotions that were not his own but hers. Ethan agreed to limit the amount of times he peered in on her since their telepathic connection was in place.
Tonight, he planned to take her out to eat—no talk of magic, destiny, or work. He knew his position as the coven’s oracle was important, but with his upcoming business trip, he wanted to just be Ethan and Serena, two people who were falling in love and enjoyed Greek food, wine, books, and music.
When he entered Sage Beginnings, he met Serena’s eyes as she peered past her customer. He walked toward the selection of tarot and oracle cards. Tuning into their conversation, he realized their exchange was coming to an end.
Ethan grabbed a box and flipped it to its back as alarm flooded his system. His head jerked toward Serena and the woman, ready to pounce at whatever threat she felt.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. You had a loose strand sticking to your shirt.” The woman giggled nervously as she raised the hair in question between them.
Serena offered her a fake smile. “Thanks.”
With her emotions in check, she continued to the register. Ethan’s mind was on his woman, so he returned the box to its place and moved to the selection of apparel Serena had bought from a local artist. He flipped through a Moon Planner, impressed by the varying images depicting the moon phases, and set it back when a shirt caught his attention. “Stay Wild Moon Child,” he muttered to himself.
“Isn’t it pretty?” Serena asked from his side.
He nodded and dipped his head to press his mouth to hers. “Not as pretty as you,” he told his woman with a wink.
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Serena teased as he noticed the customer was watching them from the door.
“Good luck!” Serena called, and the woman offered them a small wave before leaving the store.
“Everything okay?” Ethan asked, nodding toward the door.
