“The faces of those women still haunt me today.It’swhy Icouldn'tface the witches in Shadow Hills.Ithought for sure they held it against me formurdering their ancestors.I’mthe only Vanderbilt left to castblameonto, so why would they not?”
“But they don’t,” Kennedy whispers gently.
Sniffing, I wipe my eyes with the edge of my sleeve. “I never knew. All this time, I never knew.”
She presses her forehead tomine. “Now you do.”
This time, Idon’twait for her to kiss me. I press my thumb against her chin and liftitso her lips reach mine. Her supple mouth melds to mine as I coax her open.It’sbeen an eternity sinceI’vefelt the warmth of a woman’s touch, but Kennedy’sis more akin to fire. I graze the edge of her jaw with mythumb,and shepractically purrs.
I’mcaught up in the divine scent of her, pressing my nose to her temple and inhaling deeply. Jasmine floods my senses when she whispers in my ear. “Theo, we’re not alone.”
Without overthinking it, I channel my magic and transport us back through the void. Welandon the floor in front of thefireplace,Kennedy sprawled on top of my chest.
“What did you just do?” she gasps, grappling for purchase.
I grasp her waist and pull her down so thatshe’sstraddling me. “Just a trick I remembered I could do.”
“A trick?” Her tongue presses against her cheek. “How about you warn me next time?”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
I glide my hands over the dips and planes of her curves.There’sso much of her to hold, and Ican’tget enough. I very nearlyblackout at the sight of her closing her eyes and basking in the sensation my touch triggers.
Suddenly, my confidence dwindles. Idon’tknow whatI’mdoing. I thought I could rely on muscle memory and just go with the motions, but my hands freeze. Is this too much? Is it not enough?
Sensing my insecurity, Kennedy leans down, her vivid hair cascading around us like a waterfall, and plants a single kiss to the center of my brow. “Just relax.”
Sheclimbs toher feet and pulls her sweater over her head, revealing a tight stretch of material covering her breasts. Her stomach is exposed, and my eyes trail down to where her thighs are pressed together beneath those stretchy pants of hers.
“Wanna give me some light?”shesuggests, nodding to the fireplace.
I’m so keyed up, I barely blink and it ignites beside me.
She giggles and climbs back on top of me. I feel a tug at thebottom hemof my hoodie. “Can I take this off?”
I nod, lifting my shoulders and raising my arms so she can slip it over my head. She stares down at me, absorbing every inch of bare skin with her eyes. She appears drunk at the sight of me, and Ican’tbelieve such an incredible woman is moved by my lackluster body.
I never considered myself enticing to the opposite sex, nor have I ever claimed to have the best physique. But Kennedy is looking at me as ifI’meverything she ever dreamed of, andthat’smore than I could ask for.
She runs her fingers down my chest, grazing my nipples. It sends azingof pleasure to my cock, and I gasp aloud.
This pleases her, so she does it again, this time lingering on the sensitive area. She swirls her finger around the peak of my nipple and then flicks it with her thumb.
“You like that?” she murmurs seductively.
I can only make a strangled sound of agreement.
Then, she knocks the breath right out of my lungs by pressing her mouth there instead. I groan as her tongue drags across my skin. She makes her way down to my navel and stops at the top of my sweatpants.
I feel myself growing hard beneath her. Every time she moves, she unintentionally presses against me. I lift my hips, reaching for more friction, butit’snot enough.
“Kennedy,” I release her name between my clenched teeth, “I can’t—I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
She cocks her head with a satisfied grin. “What do you think I’m doing, old timer?” She rocks back on her heels, only pressing herself harder against my groin. “I want to see what you look like when I make you come. I want to see you let go.”
I swallow a gulp.She’scertainly intimidating when she wants to be, but Iwasn’tprepared to see this side of Kennedy.I think it might be my favorite.
I lean back and rest my head against the floor, allowing her to continue her work. She gets to her feet again and begins stripping out of her pants. Her breasts are heavy and full, and Ican’tlook away as she removes her bra.I’mcompletely enamored.I’veonly seen a handful of women naked, andnot a single oneholds a candle to the one standing before me now.
