Мишель Роуэн - Hot Spell

“It’s only been four days. Hardly a billion.”

“Half a billion.” He finally couldn’t hold back anymore and he leaned forward to kiss those full, delicious, warm lips of hers. “I love you, Amanda the Strange.”

She cringed. “I thought I told you I hate that nickname.”

“Sorry.” He grinned. “You might have to get used to it. Because I think it’s a seriously sexy pet name for the woman I love.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He nodded. “I hate normal chicks. So boring.”

“Fine, I forgive you.” She grinned and kissed him again.

“I guess we should probably head back to Mystic Ridge.”

She shook her head. “Too late. Besides, there is that lovely little bedroom upstairs.”

“I like the way you think.”

Without another word spoken or thought, he picked her up and carried her quickly up the stairs. He laid her down on the canopied bed where they’d first made love, pulling her dress off over her head and quickly disposing of his own clothes.

He kissed her completely and thoroughly, tasting those lips he’d become addicted to, without any stupid spell as the excuse. He wanted her. He’d wanted her since the first moment he saw her. And now she was his.

“I love you, Jacob,” she told him.

He smiled against her lips. “I do love the sound of that.”

He timed it so he could slide into her at the stroke of midnight. Seemed appropriate, somehow.

CHAPTER 17

She was awakened by a pounding sound.

Amanda came to the slow realization that her body was entwined with Jacob’s body, her arm across his hard chest. He looked so peaceful when he slept. She moved up to kiss him on his lips and his eyelids flickered open.

“’Morning,” he said groggily.

“Good morning,” she replied.

“So that wasn’t just a dream?”

“I’m thinking no.” She traced her finger along his whiskered chin. “Is that okay?”

“More than okay.” He drew her closer so he could give her a proper kiss.

“What is that sound?”

“Somebody’s knocking on the door.”

Amanda’s eyes widened and she grabbed the bedsheets to pull them up over their blatant display of naked flesh.

The next moment the door to the bedroom swung open and Sheila Davis took a step inside. Her eyes went very big at the sight of the two of them.

“What on earth?” she exclaimed. A big blue vein pulsed on her forehead. “You two? Again? I thought I lodged a complaint with your superiors! I will have you both fired for this continued display of disrespect to my property!”

“Sorry about this,” Jacob said, although he couldn’t hide an amused expression at Ms. Davis’s outrage. “I can’t keep my hands off of her. It’s like a curse, or something.”

“It’s sickening.”

“Maybe,” Jacob said, “if you went out and got some yourself, you wouldn’t be so bitchy. No offense intended.”

She gasped. “I want you both out of here immediately.”

“The ghosts are gone,” Amanda said, feeling that she should try to turn this unpleasant moment around a bit.

That doused the flames a little. “Really? That is good news. But it doesn’t excuse you for this.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Amanda said. “Very sorry. Really.”

“You are?” Jacob asked.

“Well,” she shrugged. “Sorry we got caught.”

Ms. Davis tapped her foot on the floor. “I’m waiting for you to leave now. Since my supernatural infestation has been taken care of, I can get this place ready for my open house.”

“This is a gorgeous house,” Amanda said. “Needs a lot of work.”

“I don’t have the time or money to put into repairs. I’ve been told that we’ll probably sell the property and the house will be torn down.”

Amanda shook her head. “That’s not going to happen.”

“No?”

“No.”

“And why not?” Ms. Davis asked, now looking a bit curious to find out the answer from the bedsheet-wearing psychic.

“Because I plan to buy this place,” Amanda said matter-of-factly. “I think I can refurbish it. I’ll keep it as a home away from home. I love this house.”

“Buy it?” Jacob asked. “Are you serious?”

She nodded. “I did tell you I had a little nest egg saved up.”

“I didn’t know it was enough to buy a house, just enough to live in New York for a while.”

“Do you have any idea of the cost of living in Manhattan these days?” Amanda smiled at him. “Trust me, I have enough.” She looked at Ms. Davis. “So…obviously this is going to be my house soon.”

“Well.” Ms. Davis looked flustered. “I am pleased to hear that you’re interested.”

“So if you could lock the door on your way out?” Amanda instructed. “I’d really appreciate it.”

Ms. Davis’s gaze swept over the two of them. “I’ll have my Realtor contact you immediately.”

“Better make it a few hours,” Amanda suggested.

Ms. Davis left.

“A few hours?” Jacob asked. “I think you might be overestimating my post-enchantment stamina.”

“I’m very willing to test that theory,” she said and kissed the man she was completely and totally in love with. There was nothing strange about the way he made her feel.

Her mother would definitely hate him.

She was strangely okay with that.