She blinked. She’d forgotten that the witch had been sleeping in, that he had no reason to be out and about today since they knew where the kids were now. “I think that I might be a step closer,” she sighed, not wanting to make any promises based off guesswork. That was a perfect recipe for jinxing herself.
“You’ll get it,” Kit promised, and he then walked up behind her, deliciously crowding her.
Gentry wondered for a second whether it was intentional or not, but decided he really didn’t know the effect he had on her.An idea struck just then. While he might not know how gorgeous he was, she knew exactly her effect on him.
They only had a few hours left together before everything changed, one way or another, and they’d yet to take the one leap she so desperately wanted them to take. If she was going to die tonight, then she might as well experience every delectable thing there was to know about Kit. From how many times he’d made her come in the last few days, she knew he’d make it worth her while. It was about time she gave back.
Aaand you’re just avoiding how youreallyfeel about him,her inner voice complained,at least be honest with yourself.
Gentry firmly ignored that voice and leaned back in her chair. She stretched, well aware that the motion would stretch her tank across her tits.
Kit’s eyes glazed and she smiled widely, pleased at just how easy that was. She settled back into her chair and pretended to pore over more notes. He sighed and gave her some space, and it took all of her willpower not to jump him right there.
She played with him like that for a while, doing perfectly innocuous, slutty things right when she knew his eyes were on him. Then she’d pretend to study. Eventually, he stopped looking away.
“Stop that,” he growled, “you need to keep researching.” He sounded as though he were trying to convince himself more than her.
“But you’re in here, and I don’t want to,” she said with a grin, settling back, “maybe if you take care of mequickly, then I can get back to it.”
“I don’t want to do anything to you that’s quick,” Kit complained, “now put your tits away, please. I’m not that strong.”
Delight made Gentry chuckle as she realized the witch was lettinghertake the lead. They had yet to play that way sincethe hotel, as he’d mostly been finger-fucking her brainless every time that horrible tonic finished scaring the shit out of her. But today? Gentry was in control, and more than ready to take her frustration out on her pet witch.
Leaning back in her chair, she swiveled it to face Kit, who was leaning against a countertop in the kitchen, his arms crossed. “You should take your clothes off for me,” she purred, very happy when he went still in surprise, “and then lie down on the bed.”
A look of pure cockiness crossed Kit’s face, and Gentry realized then that maybe he did realize how pretty he was. “Not a problem, miss,” he drawled. He then reached back and took his shirt off in one motion, revealing a lean, muscular physique that made her mouth water. His jeans already rode low on his hips. Even the scars on his chest were pretty.
He then strode towards her, bypassing the bed completely as he unbuckled his pants.
She scowled at him and pretended not to be in complete awe. “I thought I told you to lie down on the bed.”
He tucked his pants down and chucked them to the side. His purple boxers left very little to the imagination. “Oh c’mon,” he teased as he snatched her hand and placed it on the hem of his underwear, “doesn’t table sex sound fun?”
Table sex soundedveryfun, but Gentry wasn’t about to let the image of him bending her over a table be their first time together. No, she wanted him on his back while she fucked his brains out. “Maybe,” she sighed, letting her fingers dance across his boxers, “but I told you how I want you.” She then gripped his erectionhardand tried not to think about how nicely it overflowed in her palm.
He let a hiss from how roughly she handled him, and it made her so happy when he shot her a look that screamed that thegame was starting to get on his nerves. Perfect. She wanted him a little desperate.
“Get on the bed.” She released him and stood, not breaking eye contact for even a second as she headed for their bed. She then waited.
Kit followed, his every move so sinuous that she knew without a doubt that it was only partially his magic that made him so dangerous. No witch could kill every member of a coven without some serious skill.
Which made it all the more satisfying when he sank onto the bed and lay on his back, his erection pitching a large tent in his boxers.
“Beautiful,” was all Gentry said as she stood at the head of the bed and looked at him. She made sure she had his full attention when she took her own clothes off, making quick work of her shirt, pants, bra, and underwear. It was by no means a show, but she still heard Kit groan as her tits bounced free followed by her soaked pussy. Wetness dripped between her legs.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, “c’mere, baby, stop torturing yourself.”
He gripped at himself but stopped when Gentry shook her head. That was her dick to play with. Once she was sure he wouldn’t try it again, Gentry crawled onto the bed over him, his body so wide and muscular that it was a little difficult for her to straddle him. It took a tremendous amount of willpower not to moan when she accidentally rubbed the most sensitive part of herself against his leg.
Kit grinned like a maniac as he watched her fight for control. “Look at you,” he cooed, “brave little girl trying to crawl on some dick.”
She scowled at him, not amused whatsoever that he was ruining her game. But then she finally reached her destinationand ground herself against his clothed erection. They both moaned.
She slapped away his hand when it landed on her hip. “No,” she panted, “you stay still.”
He laughed, the sound a mix of desperate and breathless, but he listened.
Satisfied at his submission, and getting a little tired of denying herself, Gentry impatiently shoved his boxers down. Immediately, his tip breached her open in the most delicious way possible, and she cried out at the stretch. It’d been too long.
