was behind me. In my bedroom, he reclined on my bed, his long legs spread out straight. His gaze whisked over me. “Come here.”
“Not yet. Just relax.” I went to my closet and pulled out a couple of boxes. Somewhere, there was a little silk something I’d never had a chance to wear for Marc. Tonight I wanted to wear it for Nate. I dug through one box, and then another. Finally, I found it.
I dangled the red hot negligee in front of me. “I’m going to go change.” And when his jaw dropped open (yes, literally) I wiggled my hips. “Be right back, cutie.”
“Baby, you don’t even need to put it on now. Just come here,” he groaned.
“Nope. You’re a big boy; you can be patient. I am wearing this, Nate. Entertain yourself until I get back.” I rushed into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes, and then slipped into the negligee. I brushed my hair until it shined, sprayed some perfume on, and then stood back to appraise myself.
Okay, exercise sucked, but the results? Totally worth it. I sizzled. Tugging my robe on over the negligee, I pushed back the nervous ness. It’s not as if Nate hadn’t seen me, well, naked, but somehow I felt more exposed in the negligee. Weird, I know.
Stepping into the bedroom, I heard a vibrating sound and instantly realized what it was.
My entire body flushed with heat. It had to be as red as the negligee. “What are you doing?” I managed to choke out.
Nate, sitting upright on my bed, naked except for his briefs, had three of my toys laid out in front of him. He also had one in his hands, lights running up and down the shaft. Grinning devilishly, he said, “I found your stash. Strobe lights? Interesting, Liz. But what I really want to know is which one is your favorite?”
Mutely, I pointed to the bright purple one laying to the right of the other two toys. He set the flashing toy down and picked up the Bunny Rocket.
“Yes, that’s it.”
“Well, sweetie, why don’t you come here and we’ll see what we can do with this?”
Untying the belt on my robe, I let it fall to the floor. His gasp hit me in the stomach and, somehow, I wasn’t nervous or embarrassed any longer. I stuck one of my hips out. “Why don’t you come and get me?”
Oh my. I’d never seen a man move so fast.
Within the next several hours, I had more fun than I’d ever had before. And let’s just say this: Battery operated sex toys? They’re not only for solo use. Definitely not. Not when you find the right person to share them with.
“Liz?” Nate’s husky voice murmured in my ear. His arms were crushed tight around me, our legs weaved together in a jumble.
“Yes?” I melted into him, on the verge of blissful sleep, wondering how in the hell I’d lived before I met him.
“Are there catalogs for these things?”
“What? The toys?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yeah. And tons of Internet sites.”
“Excellent. Let’s buy some more.” He kissed me, and I immediately felt the burn of heat begin once again.
This magic? The one we created together? It beat the hell out of anything gypsy magic could accomplish.
I wrapped up the remainder of the dark chocolate cake I’d baked for dessert and put it in one of the boxes from A Taste of Magic. I entered the living room and handed it to Marc, who was still sitting on the couch.
“Here, you should take this home. I won’t eat it,” I said. Besides, I had most of the second cake sitting on my counter. The one I’d made for Nate.Really, though, I didn’t think Marc was going to need to eat any more of it. The evening had started out rough with him making advance after advance. He’d said words to me that a year ago I would have loved to hear. But everything had changed. Thank God for that.
I’d rushed us through dinner, trying to hold him at bay. But then, soon after dessert, things had settled down. When he’d started to pace, I knew the magic was working.
I’d never seen my magic work that quickly, which, to me, meant he loved Tiffany and he’d love his baby. He just needed to get over his fears and not repeat his mistakes, not try to use me as a crutch. And dispelling the other magic pushed all that along.