Calli picked up a cookie and put it in her mouth before he had a chance to stop her.
Oh crap. “Calli, wait I?—”
“Damn, I am good.” She grinned at him.
Well hell… “Calli, I… I accidentally hexed the cookies.”
Calli stopped mid-chew. “You what?”
“It just happened. I’m sorry.”
“What did you do?” She seemed to be studying the spell but it was hard to see what he’d done.
“I… er… wanted to know everything about you… It might be some sort of truth spell?”
She looked down at the tray of cookies, then up at him. She picked one up. “All right. Open up.”
“What?”
“If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me,” she said, then chuckled.
“Fair enough.” She held a cookie up to him, and Malcolm opened his mouth. Tonight was about to get interesting.
The cookie’s flavors of sugar and cinnamon exploded on his tongue. In the sudden free feeling of wanting to open up, and something more interesting…the need to lower his inhibitions hit him alongside the subtle notes of vanilla and nutmeg. His lips brushed her fingers as she pulled her hand away. Their gazes locked.
“You are good,” he said. “These cookies taste almost as good as sex.”
“Better,” she argued.
“Think so?” he challenged. “I can prove to you otherwise.”
She laughed, but he wasn’t laughing. He had every intention of showing her. She had worn that cute, short, orange skirt, and he intended to take advantage of that fact. He pushed her back against the counter and then knelt before her.
“Lift your skirt up,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“Malcolm, we don’t have to?—”
“Oh, I want to. You make me crazy, my little hedge witch.” He knew he should be holding back, but he no longer wanted to. “I need to taste you again.”
With a sensual shyness, she lifted her ruffled orange skirt and let him see her adorable panties with jack-o’-lanterns on them.
“Go away,” he whispered to the scrap of fabric, and her panties vanished.
“I want those back… later!” She gasped on the last word as he lifted one of her legs up to rest on his shoulder to keep her open as he kissed his way up her inner thigh to mound. She groaned helplessly as she steadied herself against the counter. He dragged his tongue through her slit, tasting the honey of her arousal, and she let out a squeal as he sucked on the bud of her clit.
“Oh my…” Her words dissolved into a choked sound as he continued to sweetly torture her with his mouth.
Even as Calli came apart on his tongue, he continued to lick her until her legs trembled just trying to keep her upright. Then he stood and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her from the kitchen to the den, where he sat on the couch with her in his lap.
“I just need to hold you,” he confessed. She buried her face in his neck, still breathing hard.
“How many women have you been with?” she asked.
“You really want to know?” He felt strangely embarrassed by the question.
“Yeah,” she replied.
“Too many. Too many… when I could have been right here with you, the one who really matters.” He hadn’t meant to say that, it had just come out as he thought it. She lifted her head and met his gaze. He stroked a lock of her chestnut hair behind her tears and watched her eyes turn to gold with a hint of magic in their depths.
