Page 54 of Enchanted to Meet You

“Wow,” she said, with another peal of that musical laughter. “You really do hate talking about yourself, don’t you?”

Suddenly the fire felt too hot.

Or maybe it wasn’t the fire. Maybe it was her.

“There’s nothing about me that’s very interesting,” he said.

“Now you’re the one underestimating yourself. What about what got you into this line of work?” She looked up at him through her dark eyelashes. “The town-saving business. I bet that’s a pretty interesting story.”

“It’s not,” he said quickly. “Trust me.”

This was agony. Why had he agreed to this job in the first place? He should have said no the second he’d read her bio and seen her photos. At the very least, he should have left West Harbor the moment he met her and felt her magnetic pull....

But then who would have helped her?

She reached out to lay a finger on his chest. Just one fingertip, on the bare patch of skin that showed through the V of his shirt.

It felt like...

Home.

“I think that might be what you’re not getting,” she said, and this time there was no laughter at all in her voice. There was a sincerity that caused his heart—the heart he’d been certain for so many years didn’t exist—to twist. “I do trust you, Derrick.”

Screw it.

He tossed the fire poker aside, pulled her roughly into his arms, and covered her mouth with his.

Jessica

A woman who under a waxing moon first chooses to bed

Will soon be happy, healthy, wealthy, and wed.

Goody Fletcher,Book of Useful Household Tips

Was I surprised when Derrick Winters started kissing me?

No.

Was I happy about it?

Yes.

It’s what I’d been willing him to do all evening. I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t reading my signals. How much more obvious did I have to be?

But once he finally got the message, he got itgood.

For once I was glad that all of my neighbors went to bed right afterJeopardy!They’d be shocked enough if they found out I was entertaining a strange male witch in the house.

They’d have been even more shocked if they’d happened to look through my living room windows and seen what he was doing to me.

And what he was doing to me was filthy...which was exactly what I wanted. No sooner had he pulled my body to hisand brought his lips down over mine then he was dragging those same lips along the side of my neck, shoving away the silk of my kimono in order to expose the tender skin just above my breasts and then greedily kissing that, too, causing all the nerve endings in my body to detonate. My nipples became hard as rocks, and he knew it. I knew he knew it because I felt a sudden corresponding hardness under the fly of his jeans.

Oh, yes.

If any of my neighborshadhappened to be out past their bedtimes walking their dog and glanced through my window at that point, they’d have seen Derrick tugging at the buttons on the front of my pajama top in order to get at those nipples. Eager as I was to have his hands and lips all over me, I had to object.

“Dude, I just bought this,” I said. “Don’t rip it.”