Witch In Charge - Celia Kyle Page 0,47

time for that later.

Even though she had every intention of jumping on Ronun, she didn’t want to hurl herself at him. She was hoping to have a bit of time to talk, just enjoy each other’s company, but each door she tried—the monstrous study, the second library, the viewing deck along the back of the house—was locked, even to her.

“My house is managing my love life again,” she muttered.

“What was that?”

Ronun was holding her hand as he followed along, looking a bit lost.

“Oh, nothing.”

Giving up on the idea of finding a quiet spot to talk, Kelly went to the one room she was pretty certain even the house couldn't lock her out of—her own bedroom. She gave the door a hard shove, daring the house to disobey her. It creaked as it gently swung open, revealing the perfectly made-up bed scattered with rose petals. As they entered, candelabras around the room flared to life, giving the place a soft glow. Her cheeks burned hot as she turned to Ronun.

“I’m sorry. Don’t think that I’m presuming anything—it's the damn house! I think the brownies must have done the sheets because—”

“Kelly.” His voice was dark and breathy, almost like the expression of a shadow. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t do this. It’s far too organized.”

She burst out laughing, relieved that Ronun knew her so well. He grasped her hands and they stood close together, foreheads touching as they looked into each other's eyes.

“As a gargoyle, I have the emotional and magical sensitivity of…well, stone. But I’m sensing heat in you, Kelly. Tell me if it’s real or if I’m projecting.”

“Projecting?” she whispered.

“Yes.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing hers. “Do I feel it because I want it to be there?” He paused, taking a deep breath. “I want you, Kelly. Do you want me or am I imagining it?”

Kelly smiled, pressing her lips to his. The first few touches were warm and light, their mouths gently kneading and caressing.

“Yes,” she breathed against his lips. “I want you, Ronun.”

She felt his smile more than saw it as his kisses grew rougher and harder. She leaned into him, wrapping her hands around his waist to feel him, warm against her. He was only wearing a thin white t-shirt and jeans and she could feel every inch of his muscled torso.

Ronun’s hands caressed her shoulders and gently pushed down the straps of her pretty party dress. It peeled down her body, the tight fabric bunching around her waist for a moment before pooling at her feet. His hands cupped her breasts immediately, his palms big and warm as he squeezed them softly. When he pinched one nipple between his fingers she cried out, grabbing his arms and digging her fingernails into him.

One of his arms snaked around her waist and the other stroked her hip as he tugged her closer. He bent down and when his hot lips stroked her nipple, she grabbed his head and encouraged him further. When he nipped at her with his teeth she groaned, pressing herself against him.

Keeping his mouth on her breasts, he hooked both arms around her waist and lifted her, turning around and shuffling them toward the bed. When he dropped her so she bounced on her butt, she giggled and reached up, stroking his face and letting his eyes look deep into her own.

Finally, he’s mine! I have him. That thought had never before filled her with such joy.

He gave her a gentle push, running his hands up her thighs to hook her panties. As he pulled them down her long legs, she threw herself back onto the bed and lifted her feet eagerly.

Who’s got who? she wondered, then decided she didn't care.

His gentle hands grasped her ankles and those soft, sweet lips ran up her leg as he moved closer to her pussy. She was gasping and moaning before his tongue even touched her. When it did, she cried out loud enough to make the walls shiver. She tried to get her breath back, to maintain some control, but when his tongue flicked across her clit and even deeper into her, she heard bursts of sound coming from her throat that she didn’t recognize as her own voice.

He didn’t slow down or let up, even once she was gasping and panting, almost crying. He kept up his attentions, moving from her clit, through the soft inner lips and all the way down to her hot, wet entrance. The orgasm hit her like an unexpected