Page 40 of Livewire Witch

He’s shirtless once again and I feel a tingle of attraction working its way through my body. From the moment I first met him after he carried me out of that not actually burning building, I thought he was attractive. All three Nexus mages are infuriatingly handsome. But something about the casual scene has my breath catching in my throat.

Roscoe has this magnetic quality about him. On the outside, he’s a tattooed rock god. And on the inside, he’s like bubbles personified, lifting you up with his lightness and joy.

He’sfun.And I need more of that in my life.

I’m half expecting him to make a joke about us meeting by moonlight, or something. But he surprises me by beckoning me closer and tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

“I’m so sorry about earlier, sweetheart. About not looking after you better,” he says.

“It’s all good.” I brush it off. “I should have mentioned I was feeling weird. I’m used to taking care of myself.”

“You shouldn’t have to, though. You have us now. You have me.”

He threads our fingers together and tugs me even closer until I’m between his legs and I can feel the heat of his chest against my skin.

“I guess I kind of freaked out.” He rests his cheek against the top of my head and takes a deep breath, like he’s inhaling my scent and centering himself. “I don’t react well when people are sick.” He pauses for a moment before continuing, “My mom got sick when I was a kid. One day she collapsed and the next time I tried to see her in the hospital, they wouldn’t let me in the room. My uncle was the only one around and I found out from him that she’d died. I guess seeing a woman I care about passing out dredged up some shit for me.”

My heart melts into a pool of goo as I realize there are a lot more layers to this mage than I realized. “Oh Roscoe, how old were you?”

“I was five.” He keeps his arms wrapped around me, hugging me close and murmuring the words into my hair.

Fuck. Imagining a tiny Roscoe looking for his mom and never seeing her again has my chest splitting wide open, my heart out on display.

“I’m gonna do better, though. I know I’m kind of selfish and my brain doesn’t always stay on one track, but I want you to know you can trust me.” His voice is soft and it feels like a big moment between the two of us. “I like you a lot, Silver.”

I smile up at him. “I like you too.”

‘Yeah?” He presses a tentative kiss to the side of my neck, his lips soft against the sensitive skin. Then, pulling back like he’s giving me a chance to object, I shiver as his breath brushes my skin.

I don’t know if it’s the buzz from Dante’s blood, or the cumulative sexual tension from the past few months. It kind of feels kind of like we’ve been engaged in a kind of foreplay ever since we first met.

I have no objections.

My skin pebbles and I shiver slightly.

“Okay if I keep going?” he murmurs into my ear in a seductive purr.

“Yes, very okay.”

Roscoe continues to kiss along my neck, spreading goosebumps along my sensitive skin. He groans. “Your skin is so soft. I want to kiss you everywhere. Can I?”

I nod, and he takes my mouth in a devastating kiss. His lips are soft but demanding and he tastes like a mixture of the sweet pudding he’s been eating and his natural scent of vanilla and amber. I let out a little moan as his tongue tangles with mine like he’s fucking my mouth with intent.

Holy hell. This kiss is consuming. My entire body comes alive as he deepens the kiss even further.

My pussy cries out with frustration as he pulls away. But then he’s moving, pressing kisses all over my skin and yanking my sleep shirt out of the way before latching onto one nipple, sucking the tip with a delirious moan.

I can feel the evidence of his arousal against my stomach. He presses his hard cock against me before flipping us around, so I’m the one on the counter and he’s between my legs. He pulls back again, meeting my eyes as he slips a hand down the elastic of my sleep shorts, pressing his fingertips against my clit and making me gasp into his mouth.

“Fuck. You’re so damn wet,” he murmurs against my lips. “Is this all for me, sweetheart?”

His lips muffle my reply as he kisses me long and hard.

He continues to circle my clit and then slips one long finger inside me, fucking me with it.

“I don’t want to rush things,” he says. “Even though I’d very much like to be inside you when you come.”

His hazel eyes meet mine, and I’m lost in the intensity of his gaze. So much affection and sparkling joy is clear in his gaze.

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