Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(31)

“Then you probably shouldn’t try to touch it unless I let you.” I shrugged a shoulder. “You know how wizards are with their belongings.”

“Yes, I do. Which is why I find it curious that you have it.”

I was honest. “A dying wizard gifted it to me.”

His head cocked, his green eyes evaluating my blue gaze. “Did this wizard gift you with anything else?”

“Yes.” I sat back on the chair and lifted my legs up on the cushion, hugging them close to my chest. With the knowledge I had…I needed to continue to be honest. See where this went. With a shifter of all people. “He put a spell on me. It allows me to see who is wizard, shifter, or human.”

He stared.

“What? No commentary?”

Isaac cracked his neck. Shrugged. “I’ve seen many things in this town. But a wizard giving his worldly possessions to a human is a new one.”

I cleared my throat. And my cheeks pinked. I peered to the side, away from him. “He mentioned a few other things, too.”

There was an extended silence.

Abruptly, Isaac chuckled softly. “Hanna mentioned a few things to me too, none of which I would have expected to come true. There were also a few key details she failed to mention.” My attention turned back to him. He flicked a finger at me and changed the subject. “I see you raided my closet.”

I picked at the sweatpants I wore—and one of his t-shirts. “I didn’t have any clothes here.” And I wasn’t about to ask Mandy for anything. Speaking of which, my eyes lifted to his. “I can’t believe you left me here alone with your family.”

Isaac actually grinned. “Caleb took care of that issue.” He rolled a finger. “Remember? You’re under his protection, not merely mine.”

My jaw gaped. “Oh.”

He nodded his head. “There are a few wizards who my family completely respects. He is one of them. They won’t harm you.”

My brows puckered. “And Hanna?”

“She’s like a sister to my mother. They are very close.”

“So I’m safe?”

“You are.”

I picked at his sweatpants again, watching as he moved across the room in my direction. “You never said how your day went.”

He shrugged a shoulder and bent at the waist, placing his hands on the arms of my chair. The Mayor leaned over my body, peering down at me, bringing a scent of cool air and soft musk with him. His gaze ran over me from head to toe while he spoke absently, “Today required a spell. It was a disaster out there. Nothing would erase it from their memories except magic.”

I hummed gently, holding his gaze.

His green eyes halted on my lips. “Are you still heartbroken over that *?”

My forehead crinkled, my voice breathless from the heat penetrating off his body. “I’d rather not talk about him.”

“Hmm.” His head cocked. “Want to tell me everything the wizard said to you?”

“Want to tell me everything Hanna said to you?”

He snickered quietly. “Fair enough.” His nostrils flared and a shit-eating grin graced his features. “But I think you like me.”

Instant. “You are an insufferable * who relishes the power his position affords him.”

“You still like me.” Again, he inhaled deeply. “More than a little.”

I glared. He could scent my arousal for him. “Now, that’s not fair.” I lifted a hand and pinched his nose, holding his nostrils together. “Quit sniffing me.”

Isaac grinned and brushed my hand away easily. “But I like the scent.”

I snorted. “Freaking shifter.”

“Freaking human.”

I shouted in surprise when he lifted me straight from the chair.

His breath heated my ear. “Afraid to dance with me, human?” Tipping his head back, he grinned impishly and damn if my gaze didn’t snag on his mouth.

Stayed there, too. I cleared my throat. “What about Carla? Are you still dating her?”

“Not since I was with you.”

I blinked. “Oh.”

“And I could use a dance partner tonight. Want to sign up?”

I bit my lower lip, my attention still holding steady on his plump lips.

“I need a yes, Little One.”

It came out a small pant. “Yes.”

He hummed quietly and walked with me in his arms to his door. He released me to swiftly shut it. The Mayor flipped the lock, no one coming in or out. My back was slammed against it an instant later, his hands on my hips lifting me as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and our mouths meeting. Instantaneously, we groaned at the same time. My lips sank into the plushest mouth I had ever tasted, our lips caressing in hungry strokes against one another’s. My hands deep in his hair, holding tight, I tilted my head, parting my lips, our tongues meeting in greedy glides, as he pressed against me even harder.

Lowering my hands, I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it over his shoulders, divesting him of the cloth and revealing all of his spectacular flesh. My hands were rubbing over his heated skin, feeling him everywhere I could. I stared when his skin turned to silver at my touch, but it didn’t stop me.

The f*cking man looked hot as hell silver.

Gripping my hips tighter, he lifted me higher against him, his groan heavy when I swiftly started unbuckling his belt, feeling him hard and heavy under his black, flat-fronted pants.