“What’s happening?” he asked.
“I’m kissing you.”
“I see that, but—”
“Shut up and kiss me back.”
He blinked. When his eyes opened again, they fixed on her lips. And then he bent his head and for once, he did exactly what she told him to. Their lips fused back together, and his arms came around her. He pulled her against him so tightly, she could feel the heat pouring off him. It sank into her skin all the way to her bones.
His arms tightened around her until he was practically lifting her off the sidewalk. And then, like this was an old-school cheesy Hollywood flick, one of her knees bent and her foot popped up behind her.
“Suyin,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to form the word.
“Say it again,” she whispered.
He knew what she wanted. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said, breathing a euphoric laugh. It felt fucking amazing to say it aloud. “I’ve never felt like this in my life. I’m crazy about you.”
“But what about—”
“Are you planning to sacrifice me in a spell again?”
“Never,” he said, pulling back to convey the strength of his conviction. “I would rather chop off all my limbs and then decapitate myself than harm a single hair on your head.”
She laughed again. “Please don’t do any of that. I believe you.”
He searched her gaze as if he didn’t quite dare to hope that what she said was true. As if he couldn’t bear it if it wasn’t. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Now, take me home and show me how much you missed me.”
NOBONESABOUTIT
THE FRONT DOOR BANGED OPEN, THE HANDLE LEAVINGa dent in the drywall right over the repair from the last time it was thrown open. This time, it was for a much different reason.
Murmur kicked aside a bunch of shoes in his way and pushed his witch up against the wall, kissing her so hard, he could tell she was fighting to draw breath. She didn’t seem to mind. When he reached back to slam the door behind them, she grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him right back to her lips.
He let her grab him. He’d let her do anything she wanted to him. And the dark memories stayed dead, as all ghosts of the past should. They no longer had the power to rise from their graves and haunt him—not now that he’d allowed himself tofeel.
And especially now that he was with her.
She grabbed his coat and shoved it off his shoulders. He pulled it off and dropped it onto the floor, reaching back to grip the base of her neck and pull her closer. They made itseveral steps into the hallway before she was trying to tug his shirt over his head. He broke the kiss for a second to tear it off and throw it away, and then he yanked on her jacket until she did the same.
She wore a shirt with thin straps underneath. That was no fun.
Crushing his lips back to hers, he drew the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, trapping them against her sides. While furiously kissing him, she struggled to free herself from the fabric.
Now that was fun.
Still, he allowed her to free herself, and she moved backward, tugging her shirt off and tossing it away. Her breasts were bared to him, small and perky with those little brown nipples. Stooping to kiss her again, he cupped them and stroked all over her skin, feeling the curve of her waist and the arch of her spine.
That was definitely fun.
“Murm—” She couldn’t even finish his name before his tongue was back in her mouth, and she moaned as one of his hands closed around her ass and ground her against his hard shaft. “Shift,” she groaned.
That got his attention. He pulled back just enough to see her eyes. “What?”
“Shift,” she said again, panting. The rise and fall of her bare chest nearly made him forget what they were talking about.
