Any Witch Way She Can by Christine Warren Read Free Book Online

him, and he had no intention of apologizing. Especially not after he got his first look at her breasts, all white and pink and pouting eagerly up at him.
    With a groan, he bent his head and fastened his mouth around one firm peak, sucking strongly, pressing the warm little bud against the roof of his mouth while his hand stroked over its twin with something akin to reverence.
    Randy moaned, a strangled, desperate little sound that felt almost like a hand stroking his cock. Her hips twisted, rubbing against him like a cat and just as eager for stroking. Dragging a hand up the outside of her leg, he drew his head back and rasped the edge of his teeth across her swollen nipple in the same instant that his fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shorts to find her slick heat.
    They both froze.
    Randy’s eyes flew open, the brown velvet looking even softer through a haze of arousal. Her lips were parted, curved into a silent ‘o’ of surprise and pleasure. He watched her while his fingers stroked, teased, explored. He saw every ripple of pleasure in her eyes, felt every shiver, heard her breathless cry when he circled her entrance with one finger before sliding in deep.
    â€œOh, my God.”
    Her head fell back, her eyes drifted shut. She clenched around him, her body struggling to keep him close, and her hips arched to take even more of him. Michael bit back a curse of his own. He practically shook with the need to take her. Desire rode him brutally, and he wanted nothing more than to strip off the rest of her clothes, unzip his trousers, and sink into her until they both forgot their names.
    The need surprised him, confused him, but he couldn’t deny it. He’d never wanted this badly in his life, never knew with such gut-deep certainty that this was right, that this woman was meant to be his. After hearing about her miscast spell, he knew it wasn’t magic that made him feel this way; it was something even more powerful. It was fate.
    Starving, shaking, Michael forced himself to focus on her face, to watch as her eyes drifted open and locked on his. Her breath came in shallow pants, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she spoke.
    â€œI told you…I don’t have sex with men I’ve only known twenty minutes.”
    Without even bothering to look at his watch, Michael leaned down and caught her lower lip between his teeth. Tugging gently, he twisted the hand between her thighs deeper and listened to her gasp. Then he soothed the sting of his bite with a stroke of his tongue and stared intently down at her. “It’s been at least forty-five.”
    Her eyes glittered and her lips curved as she lifted a hand to his neck, tugging him down to her. “Well, in that case…” She pressed her lips to his, kissed him so deeply, so hotly, he swore he could feel his eyebrows burst into flames. “Do carry on.”

Chapter 8
    I’m pleased to see you taking so seriously the values your parents and I worked to instill in you, Miranda.”
    If anything in the world existed that had the power to kill Randy’s libido faster and more thoroughly than having her grandmother walk in on her during what promised to be some really amazing sex, Randy would put a bounty on its head and display the preserved carcass on her living room wall.
    Uttering a tortured groan, she broke away from Michael’s über-hot kiss and let her arms, legs, and head bounce backward onto the mattress. “Just kill me,” she muttered to the ceiling. “Kill me now.”
    â€œFor heaven’s sake, girl, put some clothes on,” Adele ordered as she closed the bedroom door with herself on the wrong side of it. “I should hardly need to tell you this behavior is completely unacceptable.”
    â€œFeel free not to.”
    â€œBut we have more important things to discuss at the moment,” her grandmother continued as if Randy had never spoken.
    Randy’s teeth clenched