A Little Wicked (The Bewitching Hour Book #4)(16)

But then he was pressing the palm of his hand against her clit while his fingers were still inside and the orgasm hit her. She tensed up and she grabbed at his forearm, her nails biting into him as she held on tight, letting her head fall back against him.

She stayed there motionless for a moment before he pressed another kiss to her shoulder and said, “Let’s get in the shower.”

Shower? She almost forgot what they were doing there. She was still in an erotic trance as she slid her pants and panties down in one smooth motion and followed Derek into the bathtub shower combination. He immediately put his head under the spray and rinsed out his eyes.

Sam was forced to come down to earth a bit and realized what just happened. “Don’t tell me you just did that while you’re still hurting.” She didn’t want to sound naggy when she still wanted to get laid, but Derek really needed a better sense of self-preservation.

He turned around so he faced her and the spray bounced off the back of his head. “I knew what I was doing.” He winked. “Trust me, I have my priorities in order.”

She pushed at his chest, hard enough to know that she didn’t see the humor in the situation, but light enough so he wouldn’t fall over. But as soon as she touched that hard chest, his hand shot out and caught her wrist. Before she could pull it away, he tugged her against him while turning so he could press her against the cold tile wall. She sucked in a breath at the shock, but then Derek’s entire length leaned against her, her breasts against his chest and his cock against her stomach. Cold? What cold?

“Getting to touch you is always going to be my number-one priority,” he growled before he captured her mouth with his.

Well, what was a girl supposed to say to that? So she didn’t say anything. Her arms went around his shoulders and she held him as tightly as possible as he devoured her. His tongue pressed against hers even as his cock rubbed against her stomach, each making it obvious what he wanted to be doing to her.

She raised a leg and wrapped it around his waist. She didn’t want to wait anymore. She was ready and wet in more ways than one, and she wanted him inside her now.

He gripped the back of her thighs, and in one smooth motion, he lifted her up and pinned her against the wall with his body at the perfect height for his cock to press right at her entrance.

The logical part of her mind was terrified that they would slip, considering the precarious position they were in. But then he pushed inside and logical thoughts didn’t exist anymore.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust as the warm water cocooned them. Right when she was about to go over the edge again, Derek kissed her, taking her body and soul in that moment, and the entire world seemed to fracture as she came.

At the same time, he nipped at her bottom lip before his own orgasm hit, and he groaned against her as he gripped her impossibly tighter.

It was only in the quiet moment as they both caught their breath that Sam remembered that they couldn’t just go to sleep and lose themselves in each other. It was nice to have this distraction, but tonight had proved that despite what they thought, the darkness was closer than ever.

Sam squeezed her eyes shut and ran her hands up and down Derek’s back. Maybe she could pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist for a few minutes longer.





Claire tossed the blanket in the air and watched it gracefully fall back onto the bed, almost completely smooth except for one frustrating crease in the center. Damn it. There had to be a magical way to get this looking perfect.

But before she could fix it, there was a knock on the door and she ran out of the back bedroom of Dante’s apartment to the door.

He was already there and pulling it open. Detective Parker stood there and Claire had to hide her shock. She’d known Angela was coming over and she’d gotten the quick rundown of what had happened, but seeing the officer who had seemed so self-composed and capable standing there in her shorts, tank top, and an over-the-shoulder bag hit her.

Because Claire had run away from home once too, she knew why Parker was dressed so badly for the cool night. She’d been too afraid to change her clothes in her apartment.

“Come on in.” Dante stepped aside.

“Thanks.” Angela came inside just a few feet before she stopped again. Every muscle in her body was tense, and Claire was sure being in the strange apartment wasn’t helping. She tried to think of what she could say or do to make the other woman feel at home, but hosting houseguests wasn’t really her specialty.

Luckily, she was dating a man a thousand times more charming than she was. “Let me show you around.” Dante led the way farther into the apartment. Dante was a man of style, so his penthouse apartment was a thing of beauty. To afford the rent, he shared it with two other women, Lacey and Lindsey, but when they found out Angela would be coming over, Dante asked the roommates to leave for their own safety.

When Derek had texted Dante, Claire had been a bit insulted. Why would he be the first person on speed dial? Claire was the strongest one. Hell, according to everything she’d learned, she might be the most dangerous witch alive at the moment.

But then she realized why Dante was the number-one choice. Angela Parker had very little experience with witches. And between Dante and Claire, Angela had saved Dante and seen Claire kill someone. So Derek must’ve thought that Angela wouldn’t feel safe around Claire.