100% That Witch - Celia Kyle Page 0,56

out, running her fingers down to his abs. She took her time, savoring the smoothness of his bare skin. When she finally reached his rippling stomach, her thumbs brushing against his waistband, a pleasant shiver ran up the length of her spine. She liked the abs, as any woman would, but she wanted to see where that V led.

“Not as much as I like this,” Nero threw back, spreading his fingers so that he could cup her ass.

She let out a small gasp and, reacting on instinct, ground against him. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt his hard shape trapped against her aching wetness and, before she could even think about it, she started rocking her hips. A gentle moan escaped from her and, needing to feel his lips once more, she bent low.

Nero returned the kiss, but he surprised her by moving fast.

When their mouths connected, he pushed his hips up and rolled her to the side. She kept her arms wound over his shoulders, but allowed him to lay her down on the couch. Looking up into his big, brown eyes, she smiled slowly with anticipation. This was it. The moment she hadn’t known she’d been waiting for until recently. Of course, she’d felt desire and lust in the past, but she’d never in her life wanted anyone the way she wanted Nero.

Judging by the expression on his face, the same seemed to be true for him. He held her gaze for a long time, flames of lust dancing in his eyes, and only then did he close the distance between them. Much like she had done to him, he pulled her blouse over her head, his thumbs brushing her smooth belly as he did.

Once that was done, he slid one hand between her back and the cushions. Arching her back, she gave his fingers access to roam the length of her spine. When he found the clasp of her bra, he undid it with a quick flick, and the cups slid aside to reveal her already tight nipples.

“How can you be this beautiful?” Nero whispered, his hungry gaze taking in every detail of her half-naked body. Carefully, as if she was made of porcelain, he reached for her breasts and took them in his hands. He brushed his thumbs against her nipples, smiled as he felt them grow even harder under his touch, and now it was his turn to kiss her.

The room spun around her, making her head spin to the point she didn’t know which way was up. Up didn’t matter, only Nero mattered, and if he would only continue touching her for the rest of her life, she’d die a happy woman. But truth be told, she wanted more than just kissing. Oh, so much more.

Their make-out session didn’t last long before Tiffany reached for his belt. She frantically pulled it free and tossed it aside. Once she had unbuttoned his jeans, she was about to push them down when Nero took a hold of her wrists.

“Not yet,” he said in a devilish tone.

With an equally devilish smile, he reached for Tiffany’s waist and tugged off her pants. Once she was lying there in nothing but her skimpy thong, she suddenly felt exposed, if not a little embarrassed. It was one thing to have Nero like her quirky personality and magic, but her body…

“Please don’t,” he told her, gently pushing her arms aside as she tried to cover herself. “You’re beautiful, Tiffany. Everything about you is beautiful. But I do have a question. Do you trust me?”

His touch, his voice, his expression were all as kind and gentle as they always were, and he sincerely wanted to know if she trusted him enough to open herself up to him in the most intimate of ways. Staring up at him, losing herself in the warmth of his gaze, she knew she did. If anyone had ever proved themselves to her, had ever earned such trust, it was Nero. With him, she felt at ease in her own skin.

With a long, happy sigh, she relaxed under him, laying herself bare to him. “Yes.”

He waited a beat longer, and then joy practically exploded from him. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned down and started kissing her breasts. He cherished them, cradled them, and then without warning, his lips sucked her right nipple into his mouth as he lightly bit down. Far from being painful, the nip—so to speak—shot bolts of its own brand of