Page 18 of Bewitching the Firefighter

“I’m falling for you too.”

He holds out his hand, and I take it, letting help me sit up. Then he sits back on the comforter, pulling me onto his lap, and we hold each other for the longest time. There’s no heat, just raw emotion as we cling to each other, the moonlight pooling across the wood floor. When I eventually lift my head off his shoulder, I kiss his cheek and chin before settling on his lips.

This time our kiss is much slower as we revel in each other. As Lincoln’s lips brush mine, his dark stubble tickles my face. He tastes of wine and something purely him. His lips trail down my neck and my shoulder as if he wants to savor every part of me. He nuzzles the soft skin and then lightly nips me there. A rush of tingles slides down my side, my pussy throbbing with want.

When our mouths meet again, our tongues entwine, as we lose ourselves in each other. He touches me reverently, his hands sliding over my body as we lie back on the soft comforter. His palm slides over my belly, tracing the edge of my panties.

“May I?”

“Yes.”

His fingers slide underneath the satiny fabric, his index and middle fingers finding my clit and rubbing achingly slow. When he finds the right rhythm, my body jolts unexpectedly.

“Is this the way you like it?” Linc’s words are low in his throat.

“Uh-huh.” I reach for his erection, but he bats my hand away.

“This moment is for you, Isla.”

True to his word, he slowly works my body, his tongue sliding back into my mouth. As he brings me closer to the edge, my whole body is inflamed, and when the orgasm hits, it’s so hard and bone-tingling my body jerks in surprise as the waves course through me.

I can barely get the word out. “Condom.”

He reaches for his pants and grabs his wallet, withdrawing a foil packet. His dick is rigid and long, its head shiny and purple as he rolls on the condom.

“Like what you see, Little Bit?”

In answer, I toy with my breast as my toes stroke his thigh. Crawling over me, he enters me in one slow, luscious motion. We move together, my legs wrapping around his hips, Lincoln’s amber eyes watching me. With each thrust, my body melts. As he picks up the pace, a low gurgle of pleasure bubbles up my throat.

“Oh, you like that?”

“I love that.”

He lets out a low chuckle, quickening his pace, chasing pleasure. Our bodies slick with sweat, he pounds into me, and I come again, my legs wrapped around his hips. It doesn’t take too long before he comes with a hoarse cry into the pillow, lying over me, spent.

He rolls over, the biggest smile I’ve seen on him erupting across his face. “Shower?”

“Oooh, yes.”

It doesn’t take too long before the warm water beats down on us. We take our time lathering each other, learning each other’s bodies. Steam curls around us, fogging up the glass as we chat. Linc is washing my hair, my head leaning back on his shoulder, when he surprises me.

“My grandpa used to lecture me and my brother about falling in love. It was important to him we wait for the right person, not settle for the first person.” His fingers massage my scalp, a flutter of contentment flowing through me. “I realize you were the lesson he was trying to teach me.”

He catches my hand and kisses the palm. “Thank you for giving me a second chance.”

Turning around, I reach out and cup his face, shampoo dripping down my back. “How do you know it wasn’t the spell I cast on you?”

Squeezing my bottom and pulling me close, he kisses me speechless.

“Do you have a spell for helping me explain this to your cousin in the morning?”

Epilogue

One Year Later

Lincoln

I watch as my girl leads the crowd through a slideshow of her work digitizing records for the Indigo Hills Historic Society. We’re at the conference at the Omni in Dallas, and the crowd is listening intently. I’m so proud of her.