Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Lucas, don’t stop.”
“Never,” he said before he pressed his mouth to mine. His hands cupped my cheeks tightly, and his finger moved and pressed against what I referred to as “the no-go zone,” slowly slipping inside and sending me hurdling off the ledge.
“Oh, my God!” I cried out before his mouth was capturing my screams of pleasure. Jesus, Mary, and all of the saints above, this had to be the best orgasm of my life or close to it.
Lucas moved faster, harder, and I could feel him growing inside me. He moaned into my mouth and came inside of me as I attempted to come down from my own mind-blowing orgasm.
When he finally stilled, I felt my body go limp. “I’m spent,” I whispered.
Lucas chuckled and gently lifted me up so he could pull out of me, then lowered me until my feet hit the floor of the shower. I dropped my head back against the cool tile, and I let out a contented sigh.
“Did that feel good?” he asked, his mouth placing kisses along my jaw and neck.
“You slipped your finger into the no-go zone.”
I could feel him smile against my skin. “Did it not feel good?”
“It felt freaking fantastic. I’ve never felt an orgasm like that before.”
He drew his head back and looked down at me with a devilish smile. “So, we liked the butt play?”
I felt my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
“Don’t do that. Don’t be embarrassed for feeling good, Hollie.”
Biting down on my lower lip, I stared at his chest as I answered him. “I mean, I don’t know how far I want to go, but it did feel good when you slipped your finger inside.”
He nuzzled my neck. “It was so fucking hot, I want to do it again.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m down for that, but remember, we have a guest.”
And that was when his body went from completely relaxed to tense. He stepped away, and I instantly missed the heat of his body. I followed and stood under the shower.
“We need to talk.”
“Okay,” I softly said. “Now or in the morning?”
Lucas took the soap and started to move it over my body. I wanted to moan when his hands went over my breasts, but I forced myself not to.
“After the shower. Turn around,” he commanded.
Doing as he said, I leaned against his body as he pulled me to him. His soapy hand moved between my legs and lifted one up and propped it against the seat in the shower. It only took him rubbing my clit a few times, and I was pressing my hand over my mouth and coming once again. His arm tightened around my waist as my entire body felt like it was going to melt to the ground.
“Let’s finish up in here. I’m exhausted, and I want to hold you while I fall asleep.”
Turning, I rinsed off and then watched as he quickly soaped himself up. We both got out of the shower and dried off. After we each slipped on some pajamas, we crawled up into the bed, and I braced myself for what was going to come next. Instead of letting him just go for it, I spoke first.
“I’m sorry for the spell I put on you for the good luck. I just really wanted you to win a hand or two.”
He laughed. “I won them all after losing the first few. I’m not mad, but if the guys find out, they’ll accuse me of cheating. It was just for tonight, right?”
I nodded. “We’ll keep it between us.”
He winked and my stomach flipped. How could my body want him again? I was the one obsessed, it seemed.
“We do have to talk about the spell you put on Shawn.”
Shaking my head, I replied, “I didn’t put the spell on him. Kristin did.”
He frowned. “Is she a witch too?”
“All of us have a little witch in us. I think, by helping her with the spell, I might have made it a bit stronger. Sarah mentioned that when I put the spell on you. Something about a spell being strong when a coven of witches performed it. But a small part of me thinks Kristin might have the gift. Anyway, I used a smudge stick as well. A white sage and lavender, and that is known to boost the potency of the spell as well as spark passion. It’s also an aphrodisiac.”
Lucas ran his fingers through my hair. “That explains his need to get to Kristin. But it seemed more…sexual.”
“That,” I said with conviction, “I blame on Kristin. I gave her the spell to say, and she had to repeat it seven times. The last time, she changed it.”
He looked weary but asked, “To what?”
“Well,” I began as I twisted my hands in my lap, “at the time, I thought it was kind of funny, but now I’m thinking it wasn’t.”