“There’s smoke coming out of that dame’s fingers,” Mario said through the side of his mouth.
“Yeah, she’s a witch. We better scram. Come on, Mario.” Sal escorted the now quiet, nude Mario out of the dining room, and Mercedes took a deep, calming breath. Just at that moment, the door opened and Magnus came in carrying a tray.
“Whoa, you’re smoking,” he said, setting the covered tray down on a little table.
“The nude ghost returned and he started arguing…you know what, never mind. I don’t want to think about the ghosts tonight.”
The fact that she’d already started smoking because of their intrusion was bad. The last thing she needed was to cause an explosion.
“Deal.” Magnus removed the cover and set a small salad in front of her. “It’s not fancy, but the dressing is a citrus one of my invention, and the bread is fresh out of the oven.”
“I can’t wait to try.” The bread smelled divine.
Magnus set down his plate and then cut her a slice of the fresh bread. It was still steaming hot. Then he pulled out a seasoned oil to dip the bread in. As she tried a bit, she moaned slightly because it was melt-in-your-mouth delicious.
“You are an amazing cook, Magnus,” she said, licking her lips.
“You’re so sexy when you lick your lips like that.”
“Oh?” Her heart was full-on hammering, her body completely reacting to the thought of him licking her. She’d pictured it one or two times and dreamt about it several more.
He grinned and then leaned in. Her eyes closed as he kissed her gently, his tongue outlining her lips, but she didn’t want these light butterfly kisses from him. She wanted something more.
“Hussy!” Lottie screeched.
Mercedes pulled away and glared at Lottie, who had just floated in. Lottie’s eyes widened before she disappeared.
“Ghost?” he asked, still close to her.
“Yes.”
“Maybe it was a bad idea for us to have our first date here.”
“Ghosts are everywhere. At least I’m used to these ones.” She nibbled on his lips. “Now, where were we?”
And this time, she let him know exactly what she was feeling. What she wanted from him. Yes, his food was delicious, but not what she wanted in this moment. They could eat later. Right now, all she wanted was him.
Mercedes wanted him naked, and all she could think about was lying down on the table and spreading her legs for him. Thethought of Magnus’ lips on her body, his fangs brushing her skin and other places made her quiver with heat.
“Mercedes,” he murmured, his hand slipping into the hair at the nape of her neck. “I want you. All of you.”
“Do you want to taste more than my lips?”
He growled ferally and then pushed out her chair, kneeling in front of her, his hand sliding up her bare leg and under the dress. Mercedes’ nipples tightened and she moaned as his fingers traveled farther, her legs spreading, wanting more of his touch while he kissed her.
His hand slipped under her lace panties.
“Can I get rid of these?” he asked, breathing hotly against her neck.
“Yes,” she murmured.
Magnus tugged off her underwear. She hiked up her tight dress, freeing her legs and range of motion. He licked his fingers before stroking her folds. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he touched her, making her wet. He gently circled her clit with his thumb.
“I want to taste you,” he said huskily.
“God yes.”
He placed his hands on her hips, scooting her closer to the edge of the seat before kissing her thighs, his fangs grazing her sensitive skin, and then his tongue parted her, licking her, and she arched her back, digging her fingers into the sides of the chair as he devoured her.
