A Little Green Magic (The Little Coven #1) - Isabel Wroth Page 0,46

surface. Her breasts bounced, her thighs quivered, and from one moment to the next, rippling quakes heralded her oncoming orgasm.

He gripped her hard enough that later she would have perfect impressions of all ten fingers on her hips, lifting and tipping her pelvis higher, pulling her into him with every forward thrust until she screamed and came so hard she practically convulsed beneath him.

Uriah tried to hold out, to prolong the pleasure for both of them, but she was too tight, too hot. He managed one, two, three pounding thrusts before he blew, unable to withstand the squeezing, rippling fist of her pussy, insistently milking him for every drop.

He slowly slumped forward, careful to ease her legs around to his back, the breath sawing in and out of his lungs as he turned his cheek to rest between her breasts.

Her heart drummed beneath his ear hard enough that her breasts quivered, urging him to lick and suckle at the tender mounds while they both recovered from what felt like a catastrophic meltdown. Ivy combed her fingers through his hair, holding on even as he felt her trembling with weakness.

“It occurs to me,” she panted softly. “You've customized every piece of furniture in this house to be the perfect height for all kinds of debauchery.”

“Only the best for you, mate,” he retorted, pretty sure he slurred his words like a drunk.

CHAPTER NINE

With her belly full of another delicious breakfast cooked by Uriah and no word from Rowena or the lions about trespassers in the woods, Ivy climbed into Uriah's monster truck to head to town. It wasn't a long drive, but he held her hand the whole way, looking over at her now and again with watchful contentment in his expression.

He pulled into the garden shop parking lot, and after lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles, gruffly told her to wait for him to come around and get her door.

She watched the change come over him, his looks of happiness turning to a hard-edged scowl of readiness, his amber gaze roaming around the half-full lot, prepared to take on anyone who even looked at her wrong.

They hadn't made it past the register before a beautiful woman with chin-length silver hair, wearing a tropical print caftan loaded down with turquoise costume jewelry, descended upon them with a wide smile.

Uriah tensed beside her, his nostrils flaring wide to take in the woman's scent, testing it for any hint of aggression or ill intent.

“You simply must be Ivy!” the woman declared, her eyes sparkling with delight.

The woman's exuberance made it impossible to be standoffish, and that beak of a nose was a dead giveaway as to who she was.

“Mrs. Vonn, it's so nice to meet you. Oh!”

Mrs. Vonn turned out to be a hugger, enveloping Ivy in the sickly-sweet smell of old lady perfume and hairspray, surprisingly strong for someone who had to be in her mid-seventies. When she drew back, she gestured wildly with her hands, every bit as vibrant and flamboyant as her outfit.

“And you, dear! Please, call me Sandy. Henry has nothing but wonderful things to say about you, and my goodness, looking over all the sales reports since you started working here at our parents’ shop? Well, with two big box stores to provide other gardening alternatives within the city limits, it's obvious our little shop would have gone under much sooner without you.”

Ivy turned bright red in response to the genuine compliments, glad to know Charles Vonn was the only rotten apple of the family. “I had no work experience when I applied here, but Henry and Barbara still took a chance on me. I won't ever forget their generosity or what I learned from them. Please, let me know if there's anything I can do to help make the transition go smoother for you and Henry.”

“That's very kind of you, dear. I certainly will take you up on it if things get too hectic.” Sandy got a little teary-eyed, but she handled her emotions with grace and turned her attention to Uriah, blatantly giving him an appreciative once over. “And who is this?”

Not sure how to identify their relationship to a human, Ivy introduced Uriah by name only. He took it step further by curling his arm around her waist in an obvious display of possessiveness, reaching out to shake Sandy's hand with a wide grin.

“Sad to see the doors close, ma'am, but I'm happy Henry will be getting serious about his retirement. Even happier that it's