Bewitching You(27)

He pushed in another inch.

She clenched her eyes shut.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m a big girl. I can take it,” she said through gritted teeth.

He kissed a sensitive spot on her neck, then nuzzled his nose there. “You’re incredible and so goddamn sexy.”

Sexy? That made it kind of worth it. She focused her thoughts off the pain and on how he was working that sensitive spot on her neck below her ear—the way he’d taken her hands and pinned them above her head—the way his perspiration-damp chest pressed and slid against her responsive nipples—and the way his muscular body felt between her legs.

She loosened for him more, letting him in all the way. All of his magnificent thick, hard length…

“Sofia. You feel amazing.” He maneuvered to the spot that always made her orgasm in the dreams and slowly edged up and down against her. The pain was now mixing with pleasure. Deep, building pleasure.

“Oh, Gray,” she said on a breath.

“Is this the spot?” He pushed up on his hands and smiled, all the while quickening his movements.

“God, yes,” she cried, and the warm, wonderful buildup intensified, spiraling, erupting. Nerves she’d never felt before tingled and sizzled. Muscles tightened then went limp. Sweet, lazy limpness.

A few more thrusts and Gray gave way, falling onto her body.

Sofia wrapped her arms around him and held him close, spreading kisses across his cheek and jaw. Her emotions exploded, bursting free from where she’d kept them bundled up and hidden.

Love, want, need, devotion, loyalty―it was all for him.

And it was too late to go back now.

~ * ~

The aroma of bacon woke Sofia. Or was it Sam licking her toes? Either way, she opened her eyes and saw she was naked, with a white sheet partially wrapped around her body.

A little purple wildflower sat on the pillow beside her. He must have picked it from the patch growing by the house. How cute was that? She twirled it between her fingers and inhaled the scent.

The memory of what had happened the night before played in her head. Some parts she rewound and watched again.

It was happening. Last resort or not, she’d let him take up residence in her heart. A huge penthouse suite with a glorious view.

Nice analogy, Sofe. Does the door to this penthouse have a deadbolt on the outside, just in case he decides to vacate?

Sofia found her nightgown somewhere amongst the tangled bed sheets and slipped it over her head. She stripped the bed and remade it with fresh linens, deciding to wash everything since they’d made a mess.

She’d finally lost her virginity. Her mother would be happy about that fact, but probably not so much when she found out her daughter was falling head over heels.

A zillion other worries and doubts zoomed through her mind as she showered and dressed. But the worst was thinking about how Gray was going to react this morning. Would he regret sleeping with her? Would he want to get the heck out of Amish country, and fast?

Only one way to find out. She brushed her hair and teeth, put on a little makeup and lip-gloss, grabbed the laundry and headed downstairs. She set the laundry basket by the basement door to do later.

The air in the kitchen was smoky when she walked in. The windows were all open and he was at the stove, busying himself over a frying pan.

Sofia stifled a laugh. They had something in common, huh? She walked to the butcher block and lifted herself up to sit and watch. He was wearing his t-shirt and black boxer briefs, looking darn sexy with his disheveled morning hair and unshaven face.

He shot a grin at her, shut the burner off, and transferred the pan full of eggs to the other side. “I guess it’s not as easy as I thought,” he said, and turned to greet her. He wedged up between her legs and cupped her cheeks. “How are you feeling this morning?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. His lips locked with hers, drawing her in for a deep kiss.

She didn’t protest in the least. In fact, she wrapped her legs around him and slipped her hands up under his t-shirt, curving them around his defined muscles. Her stomach flittered with delight and relief. This was her man, to do with what she wanted! It was hard to believe her dreams were all coming true.

Sort of.

“Gray?” She pulled away and caught her breath.

“Yeah?” He slid his tongue along her bottom lip. “I could kiss you all day long.”

Sofia sighed blissfully. “After breakfast?”

“After breakfast what?”

“After breakfast you can do whatever you want to me, all day long.”

His lips quirked up into half a smile. “I like the sound of that.”

So did Sofia. Any doubt she’d had the day before had vanished from her mind. Only one nagging detail kept her from skipping breakfast and heading back up to the bedroom.

She dropped down from the butcher block and strode over to sit at the table. “Did you ever have the dream where you took my virginity?” she gathered the nerve to ask.

Gray set a plate in front of her and bunched his forehead. “Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“I didn’t, um, reach orgasm in that dream, but I did last night. Don’t you think that’s odd?”

He sat across from her and smiled proudly. “No, I think it was beautiful. Because of those dreams, I knew exactly what you liked and how to please you. It was incredible, and now I can honestly say I am a true believer that I was dreaming of the future.”

“But it was different. Everything was different. Do you remember? It was supposed to happen somewhere else.”

“Well, you said you could change the future, right? Maybe we’re taking a different course.” He shrugged and bit into his eggs.

“Do you think?” She nibbled her lip, fearing the worst. She remembered he’d told her he loved her in that dream, too, but he hadn’t last night. What if they were going too fast? What if she’d given herself to him too soon? What if they weren’t supposed to meet until much later? The only reason they were sitting there together at that moment was because they’d recognized each other from the dreams.

“Do you want to go out on the rowboat later?” he asked, changing the subject. “Want some orange juice?” He lifted the pitcher, a weak grin on his face.

“Why not? And yes.” Maybe he was just as anxious as she was?

Probably not possible.

He came around and filled her glass, then leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry,” he whispered.

Sofia forced a smile on her face. She couldn’t push him away now. Protecting her heart wasn’t an option. No matter what had happened or what was going to happen, she knew one thing was certain—she’d fallen in love with Grayson Phillips before she’d ever met him.

~ * ~

Penny sat on the couch and rested her eyes, attempting to avoid the migraine that was undoubtedly beginning. If only she could make a spell to get rid of these things. Then she could live closer to Sofia and Laura.

No. Too much time with these girls would put her in the grave sooner than she liked. It was better for everyone to love them from afar. As soon as this love spell business was all settled, Penny was heading back home, and she was going to finish knitting the last sweater. And maybe think up a strong enough love spell for Laura.

Her daughter was one hundred percent pure sour grapes. However, she hadn’t always been that way.

The doorbell rang throughout the house, but Penny didn’t budge. Laura would get it. It rang again a moment later. Where was that woman?

Penny rubbed at her temples and could feel Laura’s thoughts from not far away.

Why won’t he just go away?

He? Penny was intrigued. She stood and walked to the entryway. Laura was leaning against the door to the den with a frown on her face.

“Who’s at the door?” Penny peeked out of the peephole and saw a distinguished looking middle-aged man. “A man?”

Laura put her finger to her lips and shushed her.

Penny read her mind and an image of a naked Rodney Dangerfield popped into her head.

She cringed. What disrespect.

To get even, Penny unlocked the door and opened it. “Hello? How can I help you?”

The gentleman seemed bewildered. “Um, I’m looking for Ms. Good.”

“Which? Laura or Sofia?” Penny read his mind. He didn’t have a clue who was whom, but he pictured Laura, her blonde hair shining in the sun, smiling.

“Uh, the older one, please.”

Isn’t he a charmer? “You want Laura. Just a moment, Mr.?”

“Lawrence. Herbert Lawrence. I live next door.” He was upset about Laura painting the wall with plums. Good grief.

“Ah. Nice to meet you. I’m Laura’s mother, Penny.”

He nodded. Nope, not one ounce of charm. No wonder Laura didn’t want to open the door.

“Laura,” Penny called out. “Mr. Lawrence is here to see you.”