She moved, straddling him now as she ground herself against him. She was half-naked like some silly teenager, but by God she didn’t care. Calli wanted Malcolm. Nothing else mattered.
His large, powerful hands, one still in her hair, the other now cupping her bare breast, explored her aching flesh… She wasn’t going to last. Even with her jeans still on. She was… she?—
A climax hit her. The pure explosion of pleasure was too much to withstand.
The shower of magical sparks flew around them as Malcolm continued to suck at her breast, tugging at the nipple lightly with his teeth.
“Malcolm…” she gasped his name again.
He lifted his head, letting her see the sensual heat in his emerald eyes. His smoky gaze promised that he was far from finished with her.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Give yourself to me.” His rough voice was going to be in every wicked fantasy she had for the rest of her life. “The things I want to do to you…” he murmured wickedly before his mouth was on hers again. This…this is what she wanted, to finally know what it felt like to give herself fully to another person in a way she’d never done before.
Her magic came alive, more than she could ever remember. Every plant, every tree, every leaf rustling in the breeze or root stretching in the soil called out to her, whispering their ancient secrets.
“Callista Moira Wynter!”
A sharp voice cut through the air, breaking the spell of Malcolm’s kisses. The sudden thud of a dozen books hitting the floor all around her made her jump.
Calli shrieked as she realized she was sitting half-naked on Malcolm’s lap, her bare back to the store’s entrance. How had she forgotten they were in her store? Not in a private bedroom?
“Hide me!” she hissed. Malcolm, with the strength of an athlete and the grace of a dancer, lifted himself up from the chair with her wrapped around him. He spun and deposited her in the armchair, shielding her with his body.
Calli looked around desperately for her bra and sweater, but who knew what dimension they had disappeared to. Malcolm was already sliding off the flannel shirt he’d worn over his black tee, and dropping it on her lap. How had she lost herself so easily that she’d almost had sex for the very first time with someone, and it had been in the middle of her shop in broad daylight?
“Sage,” Malcolm greeted smoothly.
Sage? Sage had seen her sitting astride Malcolm? Oh God… Calli wished she would disappear. Wait, no, if she thought that, it might happen like the sweater! She scrambled to pull Malcolm’s shirt on. His scent, an enticing blend of woods, man and ancient magic enveloped her, almost pushing her straight back into that sensual hazy world where she’d been kissing him.
“What were you thinking? The store is open, it’s lunchtime, and you two were about to have sex. Seriously? The door was even unlocked. Anyone could have walked in!”
“We weren’t—” Calli began.
“We kind of were,” Malcolm disagreed.
Calli glared at his back. Arrogant, gorgeous, sexy half-warlock.
She lifted up a finger like a pretend gun and let her magic loose. It zapped his gorgeous ass. He flinched, but didn’t turn around.
“You… Hold on…” Sage’s judgmental tone softened into puzzlement. “You guys are… no… that can’t be right.”
“What?” Malcolm asked.
Calli had the shirt on, and was now frantically doing up the shirt buttons. Where the hell had her sweater gone?
“Uhh…” Sage cleared her throat. “I don’t really know how to explain this, but your auras are well… I wouldn’t say matching, but they are sort of constantly changing to mirror each other. The only time I’ve ever seen that has been with…” Sage tilted her head, focused on the space above their heads.
“You’ve only ever seen that in what?” Malcolm asked.
“In true witch-locked couples,” she finally said.
Calli choked on air as she heard those words leave Sage’s mouth. One of the books on the floor fluttered like a wounded bird. Calli could feel the room spin.
Witch-locked…
Witch-locked.
The words tumbled around Malcolm’s head, which suddenly felt empty of all other thoughts.
