Мишель Роуэн - Hot Spell

“Do you like this?” he asked.

She nodded, unable to speak at the moment, just feel. And the feel of Jacob touching her as he only had in her personal fantasies was enough to render her speechless.

She wasn’t sure what happened to her panties, but they were gone. She was naked with Jacob’s hand firmly between her thighs. She looked over at the clock. It had stopped keeping time, staying at midnight exactly.

“You feel so good,” Jacob said, and his voice was harsh with need as he leaned over to capture her mouth with his. “You’re so wet.”

She could still barely speak. “I want you.”

His mouth brushed over hers. “I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you.”

She heard the soft sound of a zipper. She propped herself up enough to help him pull his jeans down over his thighs. The sight of his hard length made a quiver of anticipation move through her. He pushed her legs wider apart and moved between them.

She brought her hands around to his ass and pulled him closer to her, moving her hips up and down so the tip of his erection slid against her damp flesh, over and over.

“Amanda,” he managed. “You’re killing me. Please…not yet.”

And then, with shaking hands, he was fiddling with something. He’d retrieved a condom from his wallet, his jeans still caught around his knees, and he quickly sheathed himself with it.

“Cursed but responsible,” she observed.

“That’s me.” He managed a small grin that disappeared as soon as it appeared. “Amanda…I can still try to stop this. If you don’t want to—”

“I want to. Trust me on that.” She brought his mouth down to hers to quiet him, and only a moment later, she felt him push against her, stretching her as he slowly entered her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he buried himself all the way inside of her.

She knew he was trying to be controlled, but there was no control anymore for them. The stroke of midnight had taken their inhibitions away. Made them desire each other so much that nothing could stop this. She couldn’t keep her hands off him even if she wanted to.

You want him to make love to you —

At the time, she’d brushed off the ghost’s casual observation, but it was true. She’d wanted Jacob from the moment she first saw him. And despite trying to ignore that desire, it had never left her. She ached for him, for this . She’d avoided him at all costs so her crush on him wouldn’t distract her.

Hadn’t worked very well.

Now she felt him thrust inside of her, his skin against hers, his mouth on the soft, sensitive flesh of her breasts, her throat, her lips. He pulled her up against him then, moving down to grasp her buttocks, fingers digging in to the point of exquisite pain.

“Amanda…Amanda…” He groaned her name over and over. “You’re so beautiful. You feel so damn good.”

She wasn’t sure what she said to him in reply, but she said something. His name in gasps and moans, and then a soft scream left her lips as an orgasm ripped through her, knocking her head backward. His face was between her breasts now and his thrusts became more uneven, faster, her name becoming harder to understand. He kissed her again, his tongue plunging into her mouth.

She concentrated on the incredible friction of him entering her and pulling out. It felt so good, as if this was what had always been missing for her—this overwhelming sensation of being filled completely. His body fitted hers perfectly.

And then, with a last deep, shuddering thrust and a cry torn from his throat he came. The only things moving then were their chests as their breath came back to normal. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight against her for several minutes.

Then she stroked his shoulder. “Did you fall asleep?”

“No,” was the soft answer.

“Are you going to get off me now?”

His body tensed and he immediately pulled away from her to roll onto his back. He wouldn’t meet her gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“For what?”

“For taking advantage of the situation.”

She repressed a smile. “Honestly, Jacob. I never knew you had this gentlemanly side to you.”

“I normally don’t. It must be the spell.”

“Right. The spell.”

“I should have controlled myself.”

“I think that’s sort of the point. You can’t control yourself. It’s impossible.”

“Right, but we need to…” He trailed off as he realized that she was caressing his chest now. “What are you doing?”

“Touching you.” Her hand drifted down his hard, rippled abdomen and circled his navel.

“I…I can’t think properly when you do that.”

“Thinking properly is way overrated,” she said very seriously. “I think properly all the time and what has it gotten me?” She curled her fingers around his shaft, it was already growing hard again. She leisurely stroked him up and down, bringing forth a low groan from his throat.

“We’re going to need another condom,” she said. When he didn’t answer right away, she leaned over the side of the bed to where his wallet had fallen and retrieved one. She quickly tore open the small packet and rolled it on him before moving to straddle his body. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling wanton and more excited and alive than she’d ever felt in her life.

“Do you want me?”

He looked down at himself. “Isn’t it blatantly obvious?”

“That’s not an answer. Do you want me?”

“Yes,” he hissed. “I want you, Amanda. I’ve always wanted you.”

She lowered herself onto him slowly, an inch at a time, feeling very in control—despite being completely out of control, that is—in this new position. She watched his face as she began to move, his expression of sheer awe and aching need. His gaze moved to their intimate connection and he brought his hand down to stroke his thumb over her clit. The small movement was enough to make her cry out and arch her back as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

He cupped her breasts as she moved up and down his length, feeling exhilarated, feeling on fire, feeling a passion unlike anything else she’d ever known before. A passion for this man, this difficult man who haunted her as surely as the ghosts haunted this house.

“Jacob,” she moaned. “Oh, Jacob, yes. Please. ”

“Amanda—”

He pulled her down flat against his chest, and then rolled over so he was on top of her again, pressing her down into the mattress, his body thrusting inside of hers deeper and harder and faster until it felt as if they were one person, no beginning, no ending. There was nothing that existed outside of this moment and their bodies moving together as one.

With another cry, he brought her to another earth-shattering orgasm and followed closely behind, his hips straining against hers as he climaxed, murmuring her name into her ear again and again.

She could hear the tick-tock as the clock began keeping time again. It was over. The spell was broken. They were free to leave the room whenever they wanted.

“I’ve always loved you,” Jacob whispered into her ear just before she fell asleep in his arms.

CHAPTER 6

Jacob dragged himself out of the thick fog of unconsciousness.

He must have drunk a whole hell of a lot last night because he had a massive hangover going on. His head felt as if it might split right down the center. Despite that, he actually felt pretty damn good.

That was one hell of a dream.

There was something warm and pleasant in his arms. He was curved around it and it seemed to fit the contours of his body perfectly. Despite the headache from hell, he was quite content to lounge in bed for a while longer. He felt calm, relaxed and strangely happy.