The Genie's Witch (Dirty Djinn) by Lyn Brittan Read Free Book Online

without a single word.
    Her panties were a sloppy mess. She kicked them off before she climbed atop and pushed him inside her. Then she took what she wanted. He grabbed the headboard. He grabbed the comforter. He touched everything but her. Only at her direction did he put his hands on her waist to guide their tempo. And it was a slow, rocking, sumptuous movement. Not at all what she envisioned sex with him to be. Sex was rough. Sex was loud. Sex was a grinding, moaning thing, but this was soft. She’d only climbed on top of him to fuck, but on the bottom, he’d tried to make love.
    And he won.
    Tig held her like the finest crystal and it had her shattering above him. She lay in broken pieces on his chest and bit by bit, with every pat on the back and whispered word of adoration, he put her back together again. “Please, Dinah?”
    “Hmmm?”
    But he didn’t answer. Instead, he took off his pants, turned off the lights and returned to bed. The next thing she felt was a sliver of cold, dripping across her neck – the necklace he’d tried to give her earlier in the day.
    “Please?”
    She fingered it, brought the stone to her lips and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Six 
    H er flight would leave in eight hours. At the news, Dinah ended the call with the airline and flopped back on the bed, fingering the necklace. She couldn’t not go. It had taken months of saving and even longer planning to make this Napa trip happen. It was what she wanted.
    Right?
    Of course!  Who could turn down a week of relaxation with wine in hand and an included massage?
    Although, that internal one on the flight hadn’t been half-bad either. Or the one last night.
    No!
    She liked that djinn, true, and wanted more of him, but it didn’t make any sense to blow off her vacation. Maybe he could afford to toss money away, but Dinah couldn’t. She had to stick to her guns. There were no two ways about it. That wasn’t the end of anything, not truly.  If he wanted to see her again, he’d call in Galveston. If not, well, there you go. Staying wouldn’t change that one way or the other.
    “I’m back.”
    And, again, he’d brought breakfast. Definite keeper. Something was off though, his lips were pursed together and he kept glancing toward the window. “What?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Well, um, I called the airline and I’m booked after lunch, so...” She broke off in a sigh and sat up on cross legs. “I never thought I wouldn’t be looking forward to Napa. I can’t believe I just told you that. Don’t say anything.”
    Tig slouched next to her, bringing the bag of food between them. He plucked her nose and her stomach fluttered at the contact. Such an innocent move, but she knew well what powers his touch had. And in a few hours, she’d leave him.
    “I hope you don’t think it’ll be that easy to get rid of me, Dinah. I’ll see you soon.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Oh, yeah. Though I’ve gotta admit, you had me worried this morning. I know you were awake when I left.”
    “I figured I’d give you an out, if you wanted one.” The casualness with which he waved it off made her tummy do that weird thing again. “So, how do we handle goodbye this time?”
    He dropped the toast half hanging from his mouth. “The same way we had our hello.”
    She was on her back before she could get out her next breath. Thank goodness, she was still in her robe. The man was a ripper, wrenching open her covering and sliding his hands over her more than willing body. His lips worked her over too. He sucked and pulled, playing at her mouth, while his fingers dipped beneath her underwire. Soon, the thing was off her entirely and she was naked save her flimsy panties. She tried to shimmy out of them, but he grabbed her wrists, holding them steady on the pillow above her head.
    Her fingers ached to touch him. They’d done this, sort of, but she wanted to feel him, naked and heavy on top of her. She wanted to see him too and wished he’d take those damned