Charmed in Vegas: Bad Potions by Michelle Fox Read Free Book Online

movie.” Aidan released her and went back to the sink.
    Marion put together the brownie sundaes, replaying their necking session and wondering why they had stopped. Because, she told herself crossly, she barely knew the guy. Surely, she couldn’t be expected to fall in love or in bed with a guy on the first date. ‘ But, some people do ,’ a contrary voice said in her head. ‘ Shut up, ’ she told it.
    Shoving the ice cream back into the freezer and grabbing some spoons from the silverware drawer, Marion took a bowl in each hand and went back to the living room. Setting their desserts on the coffee table, she picked up the remote and looked for a movie. Selecting a random action flick, she pushed play.
    Aidan joined her a moment later, settling onto the couch, openly watching as she bent over the remote. She flushed at the weight of his gaze on her backside, and became hyper-aware of the sway of her hips thanks to the heels she wore.
    “Here’s dessert.” She turned to pick up a bowl and leaned over the coffee table to hand it to him. A little too late she realized she’d taken attention off her ass and put it on her boobs, which were enticingly displayed by her now gaping neckline. Mortified, she stood up so fast, she almost dropped the bowl.
    Aidan caught the bowl in his hands and said, “Amazing.” His frank gaze made it clear he wasn’t talking about dessert.
    Marion dove for the couch, sitting as far away from Aidan as possible, relieved as the sexual tension between them dissipated, even though it left her cold. What she wouldn’t give for a nice pair of sweatpants right about now.
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    A idan watched Marion out of the corner of his eye, unsure of his next move. Clearly he had crossed a line somewhere. He was one of the lady’s own, a supposed expert in seduction, but that didn't mean his mouth ever said anything intelligent. He suspected a drunk troll could do better. With a sigh, he shifted on the sofa trying to calm the erection threatening to push through his pants.
    The woman was driving him mad. A coquettish mix of ingénue and sex kitten, she was enough to boil any man’s blood. Being with her was beginning to be more about satisfying his own needs than fulfilling the terms of the curse.
    Silence stretched between them and they both stared with fixed gazes at the movie; watching but not seeing. All he caught were some cars going really fast over a cliff. He could identify.
    Finally Aidan said, “ I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    Marion poked at her dessert with a spoon. “It’s okay.”
    “It’s not. You won’t even look at me.” He set his bowl on the coffee table and did the same with Marion’s. Then, taking her hands in his he pulled her around to face him. “Is it bad that I think you’re beautiful?”
    Eyes downcast, she said, “No, of course not.”
    “Then it’s okay if I do this.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Not wanting to scare her again, he kept his touch gentle and let her set the pace. He waited, half expecting her to pull back, but then she moved her mouth against his and her body collapsed into his arms.
    Aidan deepened the kiss and cupped her ribcage in his hand, his thumb caressing a breast through her dress. She gasped and he stopped, afraid he had crossed the line again, but when she moaned, undulating her hips against him, he realized she was as full of need as he was.
    Pulling her back on top of him, Aidan moved so that they lay on the couch, a position that allowed both his hands to roam freely. Still kissing her, he moved both hands to cup her ass and then ran his fingers under her dress, lightly stroking the skin on the back of her thighs. Marion buried her head in his shoulder, kissing him feverishly as he went higher and slipped a finger under her panties, finding the wet spot between her legs.
    She arched against him, her breath coming in short pants that fanned his neck. He cupped her face in his free hand and looked deep