Jack glanced down at her as she stopped beside her car, his brilliant blue eyes turning serious. “Are you safe to drive?”
“Yeah, you?” Spending so much time on the dance floor had kept her from drinking as much as she would have liked tonight.
“Yep. I only had two fingers of scotch.”
“I’ll follow you to your place.” Because she hated trying to get men out of her bed after a one-night stand. Plus, her familiar didn’t take kindly to strange men. The big German shepherd had the tendency to bite, which didn’t go over very well in the let’s-get-it-on department. She’d learned that the hard way, and she definitely wanted to get it on with Jack Laramie.
He caught her arm before she could open her car door. “I just want to check something before we leave.”
“Yeah, what’s that?” She arched her eyebrows.
Drawing her into his arms, he settled his mouth over hers. Her tongue slid along his lower lip, and he opened for her. The flavor of him burst over her taste buds—whiskey and chocolate and hot male. His fingers stroked over her shoulders and down her back, warming skin that had cooled in the night air. His movements were unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to taste her. She’d expected a swift claiming, but he feasted on her lips. It had been a long time since someone kissed her so thoroughly.
Or had done such a good job of it.
If she’d thought he got her revved up on the dance floor, it was nothing compared to this. Her nipples tightened to points, and her sex grew slick. The muscles in her thighs went taut, and she arched her body into him. She liked the feel of her curves pressing to his harder planes. He turned her so that her back was to her car, and the icy metal was a shocking contrast to his heat. Clenching her fingers in his jacket, she strained against him. He leaned into her, and she moaned. Four centuries of sex, and she still found that there was nothing, absolutely nothing, like the weight of a man on top of her. It could only be better if they were naked and he was between her thighs. The need to wrap her legs around his trim waist was overwhelming, but the tight skirt she wore made it impossible. Frustration clawed at her, her hormones reminding her again that it had been a long while since she’d made time for sex.
Her head dropped back, her breath rushing in pants. “No more checking. Let’s go.”
“Okay.” But he didn’t let her go. His tongue flicked across her throat, and he nipped at her skin.
Sliding his palm up her torso, he cupped her breast, circling her nipple with his thumb. Each sweep over the sensitive crest sent bolts of longing straight to her core, made her wetter, made her pussy clench on nothingness.
Gods, she wanted more, but she liked what he was doing now too much to stop.
The sound of someone walking toward them in the dark brought them both upright. She fisted her hands and tried not to blast the intruder with a spell that would make them think twice about interrupting people. The offender moved past them without stopping, which probably saved him or her from a torching.
Jack reached over and opened her car door for her, his expression flushed and strained with lust. His voice was rough, guttural. “You’ll follow me.”
“Yes.”
They got into their respective vehicles, and she tailed him to his place. He didn’t live too far, and traffic was light, thank gods. He pulled into the driveway of a tidy little bungalow, and she parked on the curb out front. Climbing out of the car, she looked around. The street was quiet, with only the faint hum of other Magickals in the distance. Unlikely the place was being watched. She hadn’t really thought so, but she hadn’t survived as long as she had by being sloppy. Her training as a cop only reinforced those instincts.
Jack came up behind her, his breath brushing over her ear. “Changing your mind?”
Goose bumps broke over her skin. Heat flashed through her, and she tilted her head to give him better access.
“Oh, really?” A wicked lilt filled his voice as he blew a cool breath of air against her ear, and she shuddered.
“It’s a very sensitive spot.” She swallowed. “For elves.”
“I will be taking full advantage of that. Very soon.”
She sighed, enjoying the desire sluicing through her. “I truly hope so.”
He flicked his tongue out to touch the slight point at the tip of her ear, and her knees went weak. A smile curved her lips. Gods, yes. This was exactly what she needed to wash the taste of wedding out of her mouth. Sex, hot and wild, or slow and soft. She didn’t care as long as there was a mind-blowing, can’t-even-remember-her-own-name-afterward orgasm in her near future. Several of them would be even better.
“Come inside.” He set his hand on the small of her back and urged her forward. His place didn’t look like a frat house, which was always a worry with single human males. The building was neat and either white or pale yellow, she couldn’t tell in the porch lighting.
Jack unlocked the door and ushered her inside. No beer lights or posters of lingerie models. The décor was bachelor chic. Big leather couch, stark white walls, dozens of unframed photos propped on the fireplace mantel. Curiosity stirred inside her, and she wanted to take a closer look, but he locked the front door behind them and pulled her back against his hard body.
A gasp strangled out of her as his heat surrounded her. The iron bar of his erection pressed to her buttocks. Her sex went as hot and damp as it had been while they danced. She could almost see the sparks of chemistry between them. Or maybe it was her magic igniting as it did when she was sexually aroused. She licked her lips, let her head fall against his shoulder, and reached back to bracket his thighs with her hands. Desire twisted through her, and she relished the flare of fire within her. She wanted to lose herself in this, wanted to push the entire world and every second of her history away until there was nothing but the searing intensity of this moment.
The deep well of magic inside her boiled up, and she felt pleasure spells dance over her skin, slipping from her fingertips and out to him. His breath hissed, and he jerked when her energy hit him. She froze, a bit of uncertainty slicing through her lust. “Um ... you’ve had sex with a Magickal before, haven’t you? The pleasure spells aren’t going to freak you out?”
He was a Normal, but she’d assumed since he knew about magic that he’d have tried out some of the extra party favors Magickals brought to the bedroom. She was suddenly glad to be facing away from him so she didn’t have to look him in the eyes while she asked those questions.
A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Don’t worry, Grayson. You’re not popping my Normal-Magickal cherry.”
She snorted. “Good, because I like my pleasure spells.”
“Then, by all means, enjoy yourself.” He bit the side of her neck, then soothed the sting with his tongue. His palms skimmed up the front of her dress until he could cup her breasts.
Her nipples drew to peaks, thrusting into his palms. His fingers stroked the tight nubs, and her hands clenched on the muscles of his thighs, spells pouring out of her. Tiny forks of lightning wound up her arms and sizzled from her fingertips. He shuddered and pinched her nipples hard, twisting them until she cried out.
Then he nipped at her earlobe and ran his tongue up to the point of her ear. Her knees threatened to buckle, and she pressed herself deeper into his embrace, her heart pounding, her breath speeding.
“Kiss me.” The feel of his lips against hers had been divine, and she wanted it again.
He spun her around, and she swayed precariously on heels she wasn’t used to wearing. She clamped her hands on his shoulders to keep herself upright. His mouth brushed over hers, light, fleeting, leaving her wanting. Pushing at his jacket, she slid it off his shoulders.