Elliot squeezed his eyes shut with a groan.
‘That’s a yes?’
He laughed. ‘Yeah. That’s a yes.’ He slid his pants and boxers down and kicked them off. Daisy gripped his length, and he thrust up into her hand like he couldn’t help himself, like he couldn’t wait any longer.
Lucky for him, neither could she.
She lowered onto him, slowly taking him all, taking him bare and it was all heat and pressure andfuck, was it good. She leaned forward, letting her mouth find his again, their kisses becoming a frenzied mess as she rocked.
Faster.
Faster.
Until her orgasm was building again with each thrust forward.
‘Don’t stop,’ Elliot gritted out as her pleasure broke around her, pulsing right along with Elliot’s. ‘Holy shit,’ he gasped, his hands gripping her face, their gazes holding as they both came.
She collapsed on top of him and may have briefly died.
But Elliot’s heartbeat was steady beneath her ear.
It wasn’t until she came to that she realized the fireworks were over. The air hung thick with the residual smoke. She could hear the cover band from the festivities playing ‘Take Me Home, Country Roads’.
‘I petition to make this the new national anthem,’ she said, her cheek still resting on his chest.
‘I’ll see what I can do.’ His voice rumbled through her.
She sighed. ‘I’ve never even been to West Virginia, and yet, this makes me feel like I miss it.’
‘You’re a complex woman,’ he teased and Daisy swatted at his arm, but she was so weak he probably didn’t even feel it.
She rolled off of him, and they lay on their backs, staring up at the night sky, while the sweat on their body dried and left goosebumps behind. Gradually, the smoke cleared and the stars came back out.
‘I’ve been thinking about the curse,’ Elliot said after a while, surprising her. He’d always insisted there was no such thing.
She rolled to face him.
‘Oh, really?’
‘Yeah, I think maybe you’ve been thinking about it the wrong way.’ He stroked her damp hair off her forehead.
‘How so?’
‘Maybe you just need to rebrand it. Maybe it’s actually your power.’
‘My power to break up marriages? You know I’m not actually a witch, right?’ she teased, but Elliot was serious.
‘Talk to the brides. Maybe they’re happy to be out of those marriages. Maybe you did them a favor. Aren’t you happy to be out of yours? Do you really want to be with Matthew? Or David? You don’t need them and you don’t need me.’
‘Hold on, wait, what are you saying?’ Daisy sat up, reaching for the blankets, her heart-rate ratcheting up to a million beats per minute. Where was Elliot going with this? ‘Of course I don’t want to be with Matthew or David, but Idowant to be with you. I do need you.’
Elliot shook his head. ‘No, you don’t. Not to break the curse. Not to save the flower shop.’
‘But…’
‘I think we should fake break-up.’
‘Fakebreak-up?’ She was clinging to the word fake like it was a life raft in the ocean.
