The second she settled back over him, her wet core right against his dick, he almost lost his mind. Growling, he rolled over, pressing her into the bed. Her legs spread, and her soft thighs rubbed the outside of his.
“Now, Theo,” she whispered, her nails scraping down his back.
Oh, she didn’t get to call the shots here. He kissed along her jawline and down, taking his time with her breasts. God, she was perfect. Whether he wanted her to be or not, she was everything he’d ever wanted. Even the thieving. The damn intrigue with her went way beyond the physical.
He was in trouble, and he didn’t give a shit.
Reaching down, he snapped her panties in two. Then he kissed his way down her abdomen, noting how small her ribs really were. God, he’d have to be careful with her. Reaching her core, he licked her slit.
All woman and spice. She gasped and stiffened. He grinned, going at her, showing no mercy. Her G-spot was an easy find inside her, and he used two figures to torture her. Then he licked her clit, giving just enough pressure to have her gasping for relief. Her skin was beyond soft, and her body incredibly responsive.
“Theo,” she moaned, her nails raking down his scalp.
He loved the pain. But if he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to explode. So he nipped her clit and twisted his fingers inside her wet heat. She arched into his mouth, crying out, her entire body shuddering with her release. He kept her going until she settled back with a whimper.
Then he moved up her body, kissing and licking, finally reaching her mouth. “You are so sweet,” he murmured.
She grinned and shoved him over, rolling on top of him again. “Remember that when I kick your ass later.” Aroused, having fun, her brogue emerged.
Just one more sexy thing about the woman.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He could feel her pulsing clit along his dick. “You sure about this?”
“Definitely.” She leaned over and then paused. Her eyes widened. She stiffened and pulled back.
He blinked. “Ginny?”
“Oh.” She scrambled back, her face losing all color. “What time is it?” She looked around, her gaze frantic.
He grabbed her biceps to keep her from falling onto the floor. “It’s only about six in the morning.” He tried to slow his heart rate, but her bare breasts were right in front of his face. Pretty pink nipples and full globes that already carried whisker burn from him. “What’s wrong?”
She shoved off him, standing and weaving, pale in her nudity. “Oh, God. It’s after five.” She looked around. “Where’s my laptop bag?”
“In the other room.” He sat up, confusion mixing with anger. She was too pale. Way too pale. “What’s going on?”
“I need my phone,” she hissed, suddenly crying out. “Damn it.” She hopped on one foot, panic cascading from her. “In my bag. Get my phone.”
He looked down at her lifted ankle with the band around it. “What the hell is that thing?”
She cried out again, grabbing the anklet and falling to the ground. “Please, Theo. Get me the phone.” Purple striations rose from her ankle up to her knee.
He launched into the other room, finding her cell phone in her laptop bag and hurrying back with it.
She held it, tears streaming down her face as she made a quick text. Then she cried out again, clutched her ankle to her body, and passed out cold.
Chapter 6
Ginny came to surrounded by softness and the scent of…Theo. Her eyelids flashed open to see his dark eyes filling her world.
“You alive?” he asked, his hair tousled as he leaned over her, his big hand on her forehead. “I admit I give a hell of an orgasm.”
“Aye.” She glanced around. Apparently Theo had pulled a big T-shirt over her head before setting her back in the bed. She pushed herself up to sit, shoving her hair away from her face. “So.”
He sat on the bed, wearing worn sweats and a frown. His big and broad chest beckoned her to take a bite, but warning all but rolled from him. “You have three minutes to explain what’s happening, or I take off that anklet.” He jerked his head toward a knife he’d placed on the bedside table. “I’m assuming it’s made of phanekite.”
“Planekite,” she corrected. “Well, it depends who you talk to in what you call it. But yes. It’s made of the one mineral in the world that can harm witches.” The damn stuff could kill them, and at the moment, enemies had made darts full of the stuff. But her anklet was old school.
He reached for the knife. Determination and what appeared to be fury pounded a muscle beneath his jaw. “I don’t even want to know why you’re continuing to wear that. Let’s take it off, and then you’re going to tell me all about who put it there.”
