“Are you saying that you like this?” She grinned and looked up at him.
She was killing him, and she was finding it funny. That sounded like Amanda. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and let the pleasure she was giving him wash over him. He’d had no idea how talented that little mouth of hers was. He’d had a brief preview in their shared dream, but that hadn’t come close to preparing him for the real thing.
Since he didn’t want to finish this way, although it was definitely a great way to begin, he leaned over and coaxed her up to her feet.
“Problem?” she asked. Her face was flushed but her eyes sparkled with life. She knew what she did to him. Obviously the ability to read his mind while she had him in her mouth was a definite advantage for her.
“No problem,” he breathed, and kissed her again. He’d never been so hard in his life.
He moved her so that she was facing away from him and toward the trunk of his car, and then pressed a hand against her back. She leaned forward without protest. He pulled her skirt up over her hips.
“Jacob—” She looked over her shoulder at him. Her voice was breathy with need. “Please. I need you inside of me.”
He was all thumbs as he fumbled for a small foil packet from his wallet, ripped it open and rolled the condom on. Then he positioned himself against her and heard her moan in pleasure as he slowly sheathed himself inside her.
He was sure she wouldn’t be getting a very good reading on his thoughts at the moment because he currently was incapable of any coherent thought. She felt better than anything. Anyone. He honestly didn’t think that he could ever grow weary of how she made him feel.
He brought her up so that her back pressed against his chest, and he slid his hands down the front of her dress, pleased that she was braless so he could take her full breasts in his hands as he thrust into her heat, in and out, in and out.
He swore again, trying to hold back his climax for as long as he could. “Amanda,” he groaned. “You feel so good, I can’t take it.”
“Yes,” she gasped in reply. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
But he couldn’t hold back for much longer. After only a couple of more ecstasy-streaked minutes he reached the end of his restraint and felt the dark waves of pleasure roll through him like a runaway train. He let out a hoarse cry as he came and collapsed against her, still touching her, still needing to be close to her.
Her mouth found his and she kissed him for a full minute before pulling away a little. She nibbled at her bottom lip and actually managed to look bashful.
“What’s with the innocent act?” he asked, with a weary smile.
She shook her head and kissed him again. “I…I never would have done anything like that right here, right next to O ’Grady’s…but, I couldn’t stop myself. It’s always so intense with you.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
She smiled a little. “Especially when I give in to it instead of trying to resist the magic.” She touched his face, and slid her thumb over his bottom lip. Her gaze was soft. “I think I’m definitely going to miss that.”
Her lips brushed against his again and he already felt the stirrings of another erection, but he pushed those sensations away for the moment. “What do you mean you’re going to miss that?”
She smiled and moved her hand down to take his semi-erect cock in her hand and stroked it slowly. “I’m going to miss the way you make me feel. How you feel inside of me.” Another kiss. “I want you again. Right now.”
He straightened up and stepped away from her, then tucked himself back into his pants and buttoned his shirt.
Her smile faltered and she pushed her dress back in place so it fell to just above her knees. “What’s wrong?”
“You still don’t think this is real?”
“No.” The truth left her full lips and his heart sank.
“I see.”
She frowned at him. “You know this is a spell.”
“Right.” He blinked hard and tried to ignore the rising frustration in his chest. “So you broke up with your boyfriend, refused his proposal, all because of a magic spell that makes you horny for my body.”
Her cheeks flushed. “You think I broke up with him because of you?”
He scowled at her. He didn’t have to reply. She easily read everything that currently rushed through his mind.
She clenched her teeth. “For your information, it had very little to do with you, Jacob. I broke up with him because I realized that I wasn’t in love with him. I can’t marry somebody I’m not in love with.”
“You said you were in love with me,” he said. “Would you marry me?”
“Yes,” she replied, then swore under her breath. “Why do you do that?”
“Just trying to figure out the truth.”
“Okay, Jacob, yes. Yes. I am in love with you. I want you so much I can barely function.” Her voice broke a little. “And at this very moment I would agree to spend the rest of my life with you.”
He studied her fixedly. “But?”
“But the only reason we feel like this is because of a spell.”
“So it’s not real?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to say.” She inhaled deeply and then let out a long, shuddery breath. “And when we go to the house tomorrow and fix things, there is a very high likelihood that all of this will go away.”
“And then what happens?” he pressed. “We’re just supposed to ignore each other and pretend nothing ever happened between us?”
“It’ll be easy since I’ll be in New York.”
He took a step back. “I thought you broke up with David.”
“I did.” She licked her lips in an obviously nervous gesture. “But I’m still moving there. It doesn’t change anything. Besides, I wasn’t going there just to be with David, I was going there to start a new life. As soon as we take care of the ghosts and the clock, I’ll be leaving.”
Why this took him by surprise, he wasn’t exactly sure. He supposed that finding out that she and David were no longer together had led him to assume that she would be staying in Mystic Ridge and keeping her job. But nothing had changed. Nothing at all.
“Why wait until tomorrow?” he asked. “Let’s go tonight and get it over with.”
She was silent for a moment. “Tonight?”
He nodded. “It’s only nine-thirty. We get in my car and drive to the Davis house. In five hours we’ll be back and it’ll all be over. You’ll be free, and I promise not to bother you ever again.”
Her expression twisted for a moment, and he could have sworn he saw tears brimming in her perfectly madeup eyes, but then she managed to compose herself. “I think that’s a very good idea. But, I need candles and salt for the exorcism. And we can’t forget the cleansing oil for the clock.”
“All of that’s already in my trunk,” he said. “Ready for tomorrow.”
“Matches?”