She turned to look up at him, her gaze following him when he moved into the workroom. “Because you’re with me, right?”
He merely raised one brow.
“Right?”
He sat behind his desk, ignoring the open Registry. He had no doubt she would be looking him up in it soon enough, the same way he’d looked her up. “It let you through because it knows you’re family.”
She sat in front of his desk with a thump. “Oh.”
He leaned forward. “Welcome home.”
Chapter Four
Welcome home? Oh crap. What have I gotten myself into this time? Lana stared at the wizard behind the desk, trying to ignore how the mambo dancing butterflies came back every time she saw him. “My home is in Philadelphia.”
“Is it?”
“Geez, I can’t wait until you and Grammy meet. The entire conversation will be questions and obscure Confucius type conversations.”
That slow, sultry smile was taking over his mouth again. The butterflies went from mambo to Macarena in two seconds flat. “Do you want to see the spell?”
“Uh-huh.” She cleared her throat, wondering if he’d heard how breathless her answer had been. “Yes, I would.”
He pointed to a table on the other side of the room. “Help yourself.”
She stood, walking towards the table covered in rose-colored cloth. She stared down at the runes, the remainders of the cinnamon incense still scenting the air. Burnt scraps of blue— Blue? Why blue?— paper lay in the bottom of the cold cauldron, left there until the spell was complete. Colored candles were placed strategically, almost but not quite making sense to her. A rose and an iris, stems braided through an emerald ring, lay across a golden plate, their petals undimmed by the passage of time. And two special candles, one carved with the symbol for male, one with the symbol of female, touched, their wax pooled together, delicately binding them together. “Whoa.”
Chris’s finger reached out and stroked the female candle. Lana could swear she felt that touch through her whole body. “When the candles came together I knew you were near.” The husky whisper sent a shiver down her spine. His hand reached out and took hers, gently cradling it. Lana watched, fascinated, as he took her fingers and stroked the male candle. She felt him quiver behind her. “I could almost feel your presence.” His breath stirred her hair; his nearness warmed her in places she hadn’t realized had been cold. His free arm snaked around her waist, pulling her gently back against him. She could feel his erection pressing against the small of her back. “I could almost taste how sweet you would be.” A soft kiss pressed through her hair to reach the side of her neck.
“If Cole had laid one hand on you, he’d be dead.”
She shivered at the sudden coldness in his voice. “I can take care of myself.”
She felt his smile against her skin. “I know. I was there, remember?”
She licked her lips, ignoring the way his mouth was tickling her skin. “So you still think I’m the one the spell called?”
“Mm-hmm.” He nibbled, sharp teeth gently scraping against her. “I know you are.”
She lifted her shoulder, dislodging that distracting, totally tempting mouth. “How do you know?”
He shifted their joined hands and touched the emerald ring.
Warmth flowed up her arm, twining around them both like a sleek silken rope. Her magic flared inside her, meeting and answering the call of the spell, allowing it to settle inside her. She felt the brush of his cock against her ass and moaned.
His quickly indrawn breath let her know he felt the spell settle into place, joining them with invisible bonds. “I know.” He turned her, pulling her against him, cradling her between his legs and lifting her onto the worktable. “And so do you.”
“Chris—”
She didn’t get anything else out. His mouth descended onto hers in a ravishing kiss.
One broad hand buried itself in her hair, holding her head right where he wanted it. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, owning it in a way no other man ever had. The other cradled her hip, pulling her to the edge of the table, enabling him to thrust his jean-clad erection against her throbbing pussy.
Power, seduction, heat, all poured off of him, settling into her with incredible force.
She’d never felt such craving for another person before. She trembled with it. Without thought her legs splayed wide to accommodate his hips. Reaching out to steady herself, her fingers brushed against the emerald ring. Desire flooded through her, hot and wet and throbbing.
She tried to take control of the kiss, her only thought to satisfy the pure want coursing through her. She could feel her nipples beading painfully under her bra.
“Fuck, need you.” Chris nipped his way down her throat, gently biting her nipple through her shirt. He thrust against her, his hardness taunting her under the barrier of their jeans. He reached desperately for the hem of her shirt, and fuck if she didn’t help, grabbing the edge and ripping it over her head, exposing her white cotton bra. With a groan he bent to her, taking her into his mouth, sucking her nipples one at a time until she was groaning and thrusting up against him.
He matched her move for move, mock-fucking her against the table, never letting her nipples out of his mouth. The sensation was incredible, intense beyond belief. Her hands clenched, her body tense with anticipation. She was so damn close to orgasm she wanted to scream. She barely registered the round hard object in her hand. “Fuck me, please God, fuck me.”
With a growl he pulled free. His expression was wild, his eyes, those incredible golden eyes nearly swallowed by the pupils. He yanked desperately at her jeans, tugging them down her legs, pausing half way down to lick her pussy through her cotton panties.
“So good.” He shoved the panties aside and rasped his tongue against her clit. “You taste so fucking good.”
He ate her out, licking and sucking her into his mouth until she was fucking his face, desperate to come. She reached towards him and grabbed his head, holding him steady.
The pressure built and built until she arched into his mouth with a cry that barely sounded human.
Her panties and jeans hit the floor before she’d completely come down from one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever experienced. Her eyes were still crossed when he yanked down his zipper and pulled out an impressive cock, stroking it once or twice before sinking into her still quivering pussy.
“Mine.”
He grabbed her hips, slowly pulling out of her. He sank back in, taking his time fucking her. He was watching his cock slide into her, and she couldn’t help but look too.
It was incredible, watching him fuck her. He pulled her to him, closer to the edge of the table, his hands clenching on her hips. Bending down he took her nipple back into his mouth and sucked just hard enough to have her moaning.
“Chris.”
“Hmm?”
“God, Chris, faster. Harder.”
She felt his smile against her breast. “Faster and harder.” He lifted up from her, his cock poised just inside her, the flared head barely brushing a spot that had her body screaming hallelujah. “Are you sure?”
She was so close to coming she could scream. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled until they were nose to nose. “Fuck me now or you will regret it.”
His grin was filled with male satisfaction. “Yes, ma’am.”
He began stroking into her so hard she swore she could feel him nudging the back of her throat. Oh shit. She was going to be bruised inside and out. She’d never been fucked so hard or so well. How did he know just where to touch her, to push her? It bordered on just this side of painful, but damn if she couldn’t feel her whole body clenching around him. She was moaning, caught in the dance of their bodies, watching his face clench while he fucked her. Their eyes stayed glued to each other, neither one giving an inch while he pounded into her.