Anya Bast - Witch Heart

Never, never had a man looked at her the way Adam now looked at her. Never had a man, not even Ty, said her name like she was the center of everything. Tears pricked her eyes.

And then Adam began to thrust.

Her fingers curled around his shoulders as he dropped his head and kissed her mouth and then her jaw and then her throat. As he pumped inside her, letting her feel every glorious inch of his cock from root to tip, she let her hands trail over his back, waist, and the gorgeous curve of his rear.

When she finally came the second time, Adam did, too. Pleasure poured over them both and Adam whispered her name over and over into the damp curve of her neck.

They lay tangled together on the bed, breathing heavily for several moments, before Adam rolled to the side and tucked her against him. He trailed his fingers down her arm and over her breast, making her shiver with delight and her nipples pucker.

"I keep having dreams about you, Claire. Sexy dreams. Gods, I've never had dreams like these, not even at the height of my hormone-filled adolescence."

She turned onto her back. He drew lazy circles on her stomach. "That's strange. I've had sexy dreams about you, too."

His circling finger paused, then restarted. "That is strange. What exactly did you dream?"

She licked her lips and felt her cheeks heat. "They're pretty erotic. Are you sure you want to know?"

"Do I not want to hear about an erotic dream you had about me?" He gave a low, rough chuckle and moved back to her nipple, teasing it with his fingertip. "You really have to get to know me better."

"Okay, I'll tell you." She closed her eyes and sighed, enjoying the play of his fingers over her body. "The first night I slept in your room, I dreamt you made me come with your lips and tongue. You sucked my clit until I screamed your name, then you mounted me and held down my wrists as you took me. Just like you did now."

"Mmm… I like that dream. What else?"

"Another night while we were at the house in Crocus Hill, I dreamed I took you into my mouth. I explored you with my tongue and it was fascinating. I licked up and down your shaft and I wanted to make you come, but instead you flipped me to my stomach and came inside me from behind."

His hand slid down her stomach and between her thighs as she spoke. There, he wove a spell of dark erotic magick that made her made her breath come faster. The pad of his finger stroked her clit, making it spring to life with pleasure once more.

"Uhm…" She picked up her lost train of thought. "I could feel your chest against my back and you pressed me down… oh … against the mattress with your body as you thrust inside me. You slid your hand between my body and the bed to stroke me—"

"Stroke your clit?" he purred. "You mean, like how I'm doing right now."

"Uh, yes."

"And then what happened?"

She licked her lips. "I came. In my dream, I came."

"And now, Claire? Are you going to come now?"

She did. It rolled over her slow and easy, beautiful and gentle in contrast to the two explosive ones she'd already had. Her back arched under the spell of it. Adam sealed her mouth with his and ate up every sigh and moan she made — hungry for them.

Claire curled against his body once it was over and closed her eyes, exhaustion settling over her.

"I had the same dreams, Claire."

She lifted her head. "What?"

"Exactly the same dreams, I bet even on the same nights. Probably at the same time."

"How?

Adam shrugged a shoulder. "That's a question for Micah."

"Magick." She kissed his shoulder. "It had to be magick. Some kind of psychic bleed-through. Maybe it was my air magick reaching out for you in my dreams."

Adam held her closer. "Baby, everything about you is magick."

Claire roused in the morning to Adam returning to the hotel room. Between his teeth was a white bakery bag. In one hand he held several plastic shopping bags and in the other he had a cardboard holder with two coffee cups. He set everything on the table. "I got you some new underwear."

She sat up, letting the blankets fall away. Claire hid a smile at the way Adam's gaze roved her bare breasts hungrily. "And coffee."

He picked up the white bag. "And doughnuts. I figured they'd go well with the pizza we had last night. We have to make sure all four food groups are represented in our diet — fat, sugar, carbs, and caffeine."

She smiled. "Excellent."

Adam walked to the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head as he went. "I'm going to hit the shower. Let me know if I bought the right stuff for you." He disappeared past the doorway.

Claire stared at the closed door. Adam's mask was firmly back in place this morning. Now she could easily recognize it. Something was bothering him, but he didn't want her to see what it was.

The man wore his emotions on his sleeve, but he didn't think he did. Adam obviously thought his mask was seamless, no cracks at all. And perhaps he had managed to hide himself and his feelings from his fellow witches all this time.

But she could feel the darkness in him and see it in his eyes. She saw it pass over his face in unguarded moments and could hear it in his voice. Adam kept secrets, ones he didn't want anyone to know.

She slid from the bed and wandered over to the bags. He'd bought her a few changes of clothes, not just underwear — a couple pairs of jeans, a couple sweaters, a few shirts, and some socks. There were three sets of soft, satiny pajamas, plus various sundries — toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, and the like.

He'd also purchased many pairs of panties and several bras, all silk and lace, feminine ones like she'd selected the first day they'd gone shopping.

Had he understood her need to feel such soft, girly articles of clothing against her skin? After so many years of serviceable gray Atrika underclothing, the frothy bits of almost nothing available to women here seemed downright decadent — lovely. Or maybe Adam was simply being a man, and hadn't thought past what he wanted to see on her. Claire could hope it was the former. Adam was insightful enough to manage it.

She stuffed the clothing back into the bag. Houses, she was thinking way too much about Adam and his intentions toward her. Under the current circumstances, such frivolities hardly mattered. Why was she even wondering about this? She had a demonic weapon inside her and two Atrika on her tail.

Putting the shopping bag to the side, she pulled out a doughnut to nibble on and sipped her coffee while Adam finished up in the bathroom. The doughnut was so good she thought for a moment she'd pass out.

Adam exited after a few minutes with a towel around his waist. In the doorway, he halted, comb halfway through his hair. "Claire, if you sit around the hotel room naked, I can't be held responsible for what I might do."

She set her coffee cup to the table and stood. "Oh, I hope so." Keeping her gaze on him, she took the bag with the clothes and sundries, walked past him slowly into the bathroom, and closed the door.

It took Adam exactly five seconds to follow her.

He caught her by the arm and pressed her against the bathroom counter, facing the mirror, and bracketing her on either side with his hands.

He met her gaze in the reflection. "That sounded like a challenge."

Her lips curved in a smile so mischievous, she wondered for a moment who the woman in the mirror was. "You gave me a taste of everything I've been missing out on for the past five years, Adam." Her sly smile widened. "Can I be blamed for wanting another helping?"

Adam slid his hands up her body to cover her breasts. She watched in the mirror as his skillful fingers plumped and teased each nipple into a hard peak. Her breath came faster and her sex heated. His touch did that to her.