Love Potions by Michelle M. Pillow Read Free Book Online

completely alone.
    Lydia struggled to her feet, gripping her shirt. Her sex was so wet, ready to be ridden. Each pull of her body shot fire through her limbs. By the look of his remarkable, still erect shaft, he was willing to continue their tryst.
    Lydia made a weak noise of dismay. If not for his words bringing her back to reality, she would’ve still been on her hands and knees begging him to…
    No. No. She couldn’t even think it. She had to get out of there. This was too humiliating. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She shook her head, ready to run.
    “Lydia,” Erik said. “It isn’t a bad thing to have a bit of fun now and again. I’ll not think less of ya for staying and enjoying yourself if that is what ya chose to do. I know I would enjoy your company immensely.”
    She met his eyes for the briefest of seconds before taking off into a full sprint down the hill.
    …
    Erik tried to run after her, grabbing his pants as he tripped. He couldn’t stand the confused, hurt look in her eyes. Even more prevalent was a sense of utter humiliation. He knew instinctively that she’d never have done such a thing had he not cast the stupid spell. Usually the thing acted as a harmless icebreaker. With Lydia, it opened her up to him. He stumbled on a patch of grass, catching himself. With his size and strength, he could easily overtake her on foot. Suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind her, slamming him back into the tree. Feelings of horror, mortification and regret washed over him. The strength of them tore at his heart, making his entire being physically ache. They were her feelings.
    Erik had sex aplenty in his long life and with many women. None of them made him feel like she did without even completing the act. None made him feel like he did at this moment—weak and powerful at the same time, dominant and protective, possessive and slightly obsessive. He took a deep breath, pinned to the tree with magick unable to move, still feeling the aftereffects of the pleasure she’d almost given him, now mixed with her repentance.
    For a long moment, he stared, stunned that she’d absorbed so much of him from just a brief contact. They hadn’t even had sex. If she absorbed so much of his magick from just thinking about him between her lips, as to keep him away, then what would happen if he would’ve actually slept with her? Would she drain his energies dry? Would such an act be the end of his powers? Would the act be the end of his life?
    Remembering her sweet scent and the pleasure of her kiss, Erik groaned. He could tell by her reaction that she hadn’t meant to go that far. Had she been herself, the best he could have hoped for this first day was the brush of her hand, or perhaps a chaste kiss. Ah, but would it matter if she was the end of him? If he was ever to surrender to a woman, he couldn’t think of a better way to go than at the mercy of the most captivating Lydia Barratt.

Chapter Three
    Lydia shivered from head to toe, letting the freezing cold water from the shower hit her skin. It helped to alleviate the full body throbbing, although barely.
    “Omigod,” she moaned. “What did I do? What did I do?”
    How in the world could she even walk out of the house again? She barely left it as it was, except to walk around on the hill and down to the post office. Now she’d become a total recluse, the crazy lady with the scary house little children dared each other to knock on. And what was worse, the mansion gardens had been a favorite spot of hers. It looked like she wasn’t going to be able to go there anymore. It wasn’t like she could face Erik after the little “welcome gift” she’d almost given him.
    “Omigod.”
    Just thinking of it made her tingle in a way she’d never experienced. Closing her eyes, all she could see was his firm body, the way his neck and face looked under the dancing lights of the shade. Lydia opened her mouth, letting the water hit inside. It was no use. She could