“Yes,” he hissed. “I want you, Amanda. I’ve always wanted you.”
She lowered herself onto him slowly, an inch at a time, feeling very in control—despite being completely out of control, that is—in this new position. She watched his face as she began to move, his expression of sheer awe and aching need. His gaze moved to their intimate connection and he brought his hand down to stroke his thumb over her clit. The small movement was enough to make her cry out and arch her back as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.
He cupped her breasts as she moved up and down his length, feeling exhilarated, feeling on fire, feeling a passion unlike anything else she’d ever known before. A passion for this man, this difficult man who haunted her as surely as the ghosts haunted this house.
“Jacob,” she moaned. “Oh, Jacob, yes. Please.”
“Amanda—”
He pulled her down flat against his chest, and then rolled over so he was on top of her again, pressing her down into the mattress, his body thrusting inside of hers deeper and harder and faster until it felt as if they were one person, no beginning, no ending. There was nothing that existed outside of this moment and their bodies moving together as one.
With another cry, he brought her to another earth-shattering orgasm and followed closely behind, his hips straining against hers as he climaxed, murmuring her name into her ear again and again.
She could hear the tick-tock as the clock began keeping time again. It was over. The spell was broken. They were free to leave the room whenever they wanted.
“I’ve always loved you,” Jacob whispered into her ear just before she fell asleep in his arms.
CHAPTER 6
Jacob dragged himself out of the thick fog of unconsciousness.
He must have drunk a whole hell of a lot last night because he had a massive hangover going on. His head felt as if it might split right down the center. Despite that, he actually felt pretty damn good.
That was one hell of a dream.
There was something warm and pleasant in his arms. He was curved around it and it seemed to fit the contours of his body perfectly. Despite the headache from hell, he was quite content to lounge in bed for a while longer. He felt calm, relaxed and strangely happy.
The something warm moved. He pried open an eyelid and glanced next to him. Then both his eyes snapped open as he realized that it was Amanda and he had his arms around her in a tight embrace so her very naked body was pressed firmly up against his.
The realization made him instantly hard. The dream he’d had—the amazing one where he’d made love with Amanda…
It hadn’t been a dream at all, had it? He’d had the dream before, in various incarnations, but this was real. She was here.
She let out a contented little sigh as she absently traced her hands down the line of his spine and back up in a soft caress.
Oh boy.
“Amanda,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure he could move. The pain in his head now fought with shock and arousal. It was an unusual jumble of emotions to experience all at once.
She nestled in closer to his chest and slowly opened her beautiful blue eyes. A small smile played at her swollen lips and she brought her hand up to his face and brushed her fingers lightly along his jawline.
“Good morning,” she said sleepily.
He just stared at her in disbelief.
She blinked, then he watched as realization slowly came over her and her eyes widened little by little until they were dominating her face. Her mouth formed an O as she took in a quick gasp of air.
“What—?” She glanced down at them, covered from the waist down with a thin white sheet, her breasts pressed against his chest, their limbs still intimately entwined. “Oh my God.”
There was a sharp knock on the door.
“Why are you still here?” the owner of the house, Sheila Davis, demanded in a loud voice. “You were supposed to call me at the hotel. It’s ten o’clock in the morning!”
Amanda grabbed the sheet to pull it higher up before the door swung open. Jacob raised an eyebrow. Guess they weren’t magically trapped inside the room anymore.
The spell was definitely over. He exhaled, trying to remain as calm as possible. It wasn’t exactly easy.
Sheila took one step into the room, surveyed the two naked people entangled on the bed and her face contorted and reddened with anger.
“What the hell is going on here?” she sputtered. “This is the most unprofessional thing I’ve ever witnessed in my entire life! I want you out of here now.”
She turned around and stomped down the stairs.
Jacob knew he should feel bad that their client had just found them in bed together, but bad was one thing he wasn’t feeling at the moment. Now that he’d had a moment to process what happened, crazy as it might seem, he was pretty damn cheerful. Being with Amanda, something he’d only fantasized about before, had been everything he’d thought it would be. Magical. Mind-blowing.
He craved her again. Would that be really unprofessional? They’d leave in ten minutes.
Or an hour or two. Time would tell.
Other than pulling up the covers, Amanda hadn’t moved an inch since she’d woken up. He slid his hand around to the small of her back. He wasn’t a cuddler, normally. After sex he usually preferred to be alone if at all possible. But with Amanda, all rules seemed to be thrown out the window.
“She’ll get over it,” Jacob whispered, brushing his lips against Amanda’s ear.
Amanda didn’t say anything to that. Instead, she slipped out of his embrace, turned around, and got up from the bed. He had a chance to admire her beautiful body from a distance now instead of up close and personal. He allowed his gaze to casually take in every delicious inch of her as she quickly grabbed her clothes off the floor and just as quickly got dressed, all without saying a word.
She leaned over and grabbed his jeans and threw them at him.
“Where’s the fire?” he asked, sitting up so the sheet fell across his lap.
“No fire. Get dressed.” The last word was more of a hiss.
He tried to keep the shit-eating grin off his face. “Come on, it’s not that bad, is it?”
“Yes, it’s that bad.” She turned to look at him and her gaze moved over his bare chest to where the sheet draped over the rest of his nakedness. She brought her hands up to her temples and rubbed. Maybe she had a headache like he did.
A magical sex hangover.
Totally worth it, he decided. One hundred percent.
“This shouldn’t have happened,” she said firmly.
“But it did.”
She threw the rest of his clothes at him. “We’ll forget about this. Never mention it again.”
His smile faltered. “We will?”