Abby reached up and tugged the towel off her head, releasing her wet hair. She held the damp cloth in her lap and stared down at it, picking restlessly at the tiny loops of cotton. “I’ve been interested,” she whispered.
“I see that now.” He caught her chin and forced her to look at him. “You wouldn’t be crying over a one-night stand. And you wouldn’t have been the way you were with me last night. That was incredible.”
Her mouth curved in a faint smile, and he stroked her lush bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. His hand moved on, cupping the back of her neck and drawing her close for a kiss. Licking the seam of her lips, he murmured, “This is real, Abby. As real as it gets.”
Twisting, Shane stretched out on his back and urged her to straddle him. He tugged open her belt and spread the edges of her robe wide, exposing perfect breasts, a taut tummy, and carefully trimmed curls between her legs. Catching her hand, he pushed it beneath his sweater to rest over his madly racing heart. “Feel that? That’s you. That’s what you’ve been doing to me since I met you.”
Abby stared down at the male perfection sprawled between her legs and tried to convince herself that this was actually happening. “What made you decide to go for it last night?”
Shane smiled up at her, slow and easy, his dark eyes so hot they made her skin mist with sweat. “Baby, you started talking about wanting all-night sex, and I was there. Ready and willing. Dragging women to my cave by their hair has never been my style, but blaming it on a magic spell…?” He arched a skeptical brow. “I’m more inclined to think it was just a poor guy being driven crazy by the woman he’s wanted for way too long.”
Her hand slipped lower and teased his nipple. He sucked in his breath sharply.
“I kinda liked the caveman thing,” she purred.
His grin was wicked. “I noticed. You bring it out in me. Only you. I should be tapped out after last night, but”-he rocked upward, pressing the swell of his aroused cock into her bare pussy-“you do it to me.”
Abby unfastened his jeans, then the little button on his boxers, adjusting the hole so his big cock thrust upward out of it. With a shrug of her shoulders, she lost the robe, reaching behind her to shove it to the floor. Never in her life had she been this confident naked, but then never in her life had Shane Markham told her that she turned him on like no one else could.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, reaching into his pocket to withdraw a row of six attached condoms. “Ride me while you’re naked, and I’m fully dressed. That’s hot.”
She laughed as he tore into a foil wrapper and sheathed himself with flattering haste. “You’re awfully prepared.”
He stilled, staring up at her with unmistakable intensity. “Because I was coming to see my girlfriend. She’s stocked up, but I’ve found I’m wild for her. I don’t want to miss any opportunity when she might be willing.”
Bending at the waist, Abby kissed him, her heart melting as he kissed her back with reverent tenderness, his big hands cupping her spine and holding her close.
“I’ll always be willing,” she whispered, shivering as he reached between her legs and made her wet with desire. Then she gasped and moaned, relishing the feel of him slipping inside her.
“I’m bewitched,” he said hoarsely, as she lifted and lowered with agonizing slowness, torturing them both. “Enchanted. Whatever. I’m a goner. But it’s not a damn spell. It’s all you.”
“All me.”
“And you’re all mine.”
“All yours.”
“And you can have all my nights.” His eyes shone with deep affection that she believed was absolutely real. “Use them as you will.”
She whimpered as he held her hips and pumped upward into her with a perfect stroke. “Magic,” she breathed.
Shane nuzzled his face between her breasts. “You and me.”
Epilogue
Six months later…
“WOW, LOOK AT THAT ROCK.” KAYLA WHISTLED. “ANOTHER ‘Most Eligible Bachelor’ bites the dust. Lucky girl.”
Abby smiled with contentment and admired her two-and-a-half-carat diamond engagement ring for the millionth time.
“Hey, Lucky Girl,” Sarah called out, laughing.
Turning to face one of her store managers, Abby tossed an arm around Kayla’s shoulder, and whispered, “Thanks for the costume, by the way.”
“Told you,” Kayla gloated with a good-natured wink.
“You don’t mind if I take some of this cake home with me, do you?” Sarah asked. “This cream cheese filling is divine.”
“Lord, please do,” Abby muttered, leaving Kayla’s side to hunt down disposable containers. “I love you guys for this girls-only engagement party, but if that cake stays in this house, I won’t fit into my grandmother’s wedding gown.”
She set out a stack of plasticware. Everyone helped themselves, and Abby was relieved to see that only a paperback-sized piece of the massive cake remained.
Later, she stood on her porch and waved good-bye to the nearly two dozen girlfriends who’d shown up unannounced a few hours before. As the last car drove away with a friendly beep of the horn, Shane stepped out of his house and joined her, setting his hand at the small of her back and escorting her back into the kitchen.
“You knew,” Abby said as she started to put the cake away.
“I knew,” Shane agreed, looking sinfully delicious in casual blue jeans and a white cotton T-shirt. He stuck his finger in the frosting.
“Hey!”
He smeared the creaminess in the cleavage displayed by her halter top.
“Shane!” She laughed, a joyful sound that turned into a moan as he caught her around the waist and began licking up his mess.
“Yummy,” he purred, collecting the container and lacing his fingers with hers.
Abby’s eyes widened as he pulled her toward the bedroom. “What are you doing?”
He tossed her a heated glance over his shoulder. “I’m going to smear this all over your body and lick you clean.”
She shivered in instant sexual awareness. “You’re channeling the caveman again, aren’t you?” she said breathlessly, carnal anticipation heating her blood.
“You betcha.”
“I love the caveman.”
“I love you.”
Abby smiled. Magic.
Sarah Manning stepped into her cozy apartment and blew the windblown strands of blond hair out of her face. She shut her front door with a bump of her hip.
“Hi, Petey,” she greeted, smiling as her calico cat purred in welcome and wrapped lovingly around her legs. “Why can’t all men be like you, huh? Sweet, attentive, but hot, like Shane Markham.”
She laughed softly. She didn’t carry a torch for Shane, but she was a red-blooded woman and knew a hunk when she saw one. “Hang on. Let me put this stuff down, and I’ll pet you.”
Walking into her small galley kitchen, Sarah set her bags on the tile counter. She pulled out the plastic container filled with cake, and turned to put it in the fridge.
It was then that the paper stuck to the bottom caught her eye. Curious, Sarah pulled it free and opened the folds to read the contents.
“Stamina of four, huh?” She snorted. “I wish. Bring it on.” She tossed the note in her junk drawer and picked up the cake. She paused before the fridge, then said to hell with it and got a fork.
“In lieu of hot male with endless stamina, the cake will have to do.”
Petey flicked his tail dismissively. She laughed and followed him into the living room. “Sad replacement, I agree.”
CATHRYN FOX
A former government Financial Officer, Cathryn graduated from university with a Bachelor of Business degree, majoring in accounting and economics. She lives in Eastern Canada with her husband, two kids, and crazy chocolate Labrador Retriever. Shortly into her career Cathryn quickly figured out the corporate life wasn’t for her. Needing an outlet for her creative energy, Cathryn turned in her briefcase and calculator and began writing erotic romance full time. Cathryn enjoys writing dark paranormals and humorous contemporaries. When Cathryn isn’t writing you can find her reading, relaxing with her family or watching a big action flick.