A Wicked Good Witches Paranormal Romance Books 1-7 (Wicked Good Witches Seasons) (20 page)

She laughed, biting her lip.

He groaned like that was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“Okay,” she told him with as much boldness as she could muster. “Take me out of…” he didn’t give her a chance to finish. He picked her up and carried her until they’d reached a granite surface he could sit her down on. Her feet dangled in the water, her legs straddling the sides of his legs. 

She was bare ass naked and out of the water. Steam rose from the heat of the sun and the watery mist hitting the granite.

“How about a partial compromise?” he said with a naughty grin. “I’ll let you keep your toes in the water if you really want to.”

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him in reply. He leaned her back, moving out of the water with her, gently pulling her across the sun-warmed granite.

He stared intently into her eyes.

“Will you tell me if I do something wrong? Or if you don’t like it, will you tell me to stop?”

She nodded, unable to vocalize a yes.

“I may come across as confident as well, Melinda, but if I’m to be completely honest, I haven’t done this a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean only once… I mean one girlfriend. We dated for over a year. Broke up. Months ago. And I can’t believe I’m talking about this.”
Okay, you can shut the hell up now if you haven’t already ruined the moment.

However, Melinda melted into him. As if his admittance calmed her, was exactly what she needed to hear. Knowing Riley was inexperienced as she was, changed everything.

He was probably more experienced, but still, she’d expected he’d been with way more than one girl. And maybe he was lying… she didn’t care. His show of vulnerability broke down any barriers of doubt she might have had.

He kissed her, lips getting greedier with each pass. Tongues tasting. Bodies grinding against each other. Heat. So much heat. Bolts of it igniting between them. His eyes met hers, a brief respite of movement, just taking each other in right up close and personal. There was so much written in that molasses gaze. Melinda got the impression that every single word he’d uttered had been one hundred percent honest and true. Maybe it wasn’t all lines and BS. For a fleeting second, it overwhelmed her because if that were the case she was falling head over heels crazy for a total stranger. And even more insane, he was falling just as fast, for her.

There was no way in hell this was real life.

She lifted her head, ending the intimate gaze. Greedy to have his lips on hers again. His body consuming hers. Outside underneath the summer sun… what sun? What outside? Just the two of them, some warm mist, and nothing else in the entire world.

His head lowered, tongue caressing the dainty nub on her right breast. The way he twirled his tongue lit fire down straight down between her thighs. Her legs squeezed together. His mouth, lips, and tongue moved over to the other breast, the attack less gentle. It still wasn’t enough.

“More…” wait, had that come out of her. It must have because Riley moaned and gave her just that.

His legs nudged hers apart. The hard length of him landed on her stomach… not where she wanted it. She arched up into him, everything screaming she needed him. Now. Or she might implode.

Air. Cool mist against her skin.

Her eyes fixed on Riley who’d sat up on his knees gazing down at her with a hungry reverence. And she wasn’t afraid to be displayed like this in front of him. Her legs were hanging open, she had no urge to close them and hide herself.

It awakened something in Melinda. A desire to act out every lust filled dream she’d ever had. Every fantasy she’d ever spent hours in the bathtub, dreaming up.

“Wh-what are you thinking?” it came out of her kind of like when she’d begged for more. She just needed to say it. Needed to know.

“I just fell down a rabbit hole. I am… lost. Forever I think.” His hands slid up her calves, her thighs. She trembled as he came back down in a rush, covering her body with his, kissing her. One hand finding her hair, getting lost in it. The other lining himself up.

Melinda wrapped her legs around him, body begging him to get inside her.

“Your wish, my command,” he said in a whisper.

He kissed her again and slid inside in a single swift push. Right to the end of her. Melinda’s entire body gasped at the invasion. So wanted, but so… filling.

She must have frightened him because he stopped moving, panting heavily over her. She let the tension relax, and lifted her head to kiss him. He understood the silent
all’s good.

He withdrew and thrust in again. Another gasp, this one because of the sparks igniting between her legs. His hands found hers and next thing she knew her arms were under his hands over her head, imprisoned there. And holy shit, did that ignite a whole new level of heat so hot she swore her blood was simmering. He rocked in and out of her, picking up speed. She moaned with each attack, her breaths growing more frantic.

“Riley!” She gasped out his name, a blood burning vibration ricocheting through her core. “I think I’m… Oh my God…” She let out a frenzied exhale. Followed by a few more.

He freed her arms grabbing her thigh, pulling her taut body to meet his final thrusts.

Her legs quivered. Her pulse soared, her skin set ablaze as her blood boiled over.

Melinda wrapped her arms and legs around him, letting the explosion consume her. Needing to feel all of him against her, grounding her, or she might float away with the mists.

Riley grunted through his teeth, shooting his release with a series of uncontrollable spasms. They stayed locked together. She wondered if he needed to feel anchored too.

This.

This was the sex she always dreamed of… it really did exist.

It wasn’t just the thing of books, or movies, or day dreams.

Their eyes met and locked.  

Melinda had no words.

Why couldn’t this have been her first time? This
should
have been it. Why couldn’t she have met Riley months ago? Why had she been so impatient and let jerkwad have her? She decided whatever he’d done to her, it did not count as sex. And if jerkwad was still trying to pass himself off as God’s gift to women, she imagined he’d be living some very lonely nights, very soon. 

This was her do-over. Riley had officially taken her virginity, she decided. It was the first time she’d had an orgasm that wasn’t at her own hands. That had to count in a pretty major way.

“I had no idea it could be like this.” Riley beamed, out of breath. “You’re so beautiful, Melinda. The way you move your body is so… it’s so fucking hot it makes me crazy.”   

A strange feeling grew in the pit of her stomach, drowning the perfect bliss she’d been bathed in. What was it?

Shame? Fear? Was it too much, too fast?

Was she feeling guilty because part of what had drawn her into a stranger’s arms, was William? The off limit vampire. And now this stranger was suddenly claiming every part of her for his own. For a moment, she had completely forgotten they were naked in a quarry. The rest of the world washed away. All her problems and concerns just
vamoose…
she’d never given herself over to someone so completely. Ever.

So why did this pit suddenly open, threatening to swallow her whole.

“I…” she didn’t know how to express her feelings.

Riley got to his knees, bringing her up with him. He adjusted himself so they sat facing each other.

“What just happened?” He tapped her head gently. He wasn’t angry or harsh, but curious.

“Far too perceptive,” she said, lowering her head. “I’m letting old issues get into my brain, that’s all.”

“So… it was good for you too then?” he grinned confidently, already knowing her answer. But she wanted to give him the affirmation he so very much deserved. Melinda grabbed his lips, bringing their bodies together. No shame. No guilt.

He grabbed her and slid across the granite, leaning against a wall and tucked her onto his lap. Sun shined down, warming them. Mist and steam still hid them from view. She placed her head on his chest, running circles with her fingers across his skin.

“You’d better be careful,” he warned.

She chuckled, but stopped. Her breaths anxious.

“Thank you.” He didn’t respond. She looked up to a confused look on his face. “For caring about what I wanted. And listening. For not just leaving me right after.”
Like you were doing me some kind of huge favor…
She tore her gaze away.

She shouldn’t have said it. It was needy. Too serious.

“I love knowing what you want, Melinda. It’s a big turn on actually. But why would I just leave you?”

She shrugged. Old inhibitions returning.

It took him a second, but he finally heard what she didn’t say.
Thanks for not making me feel cheap. Thanks for not making it all about you.

“Hey,” he picked up her chin. “Any guy who would treat you like that is a jackass who doesn’t deserve a minute of your thoughts. Especially thoughts that make you feel bad about yourself.” Which had happened, he expected. “You’re perfect, Melinda. No. Strike that. Perfect hardly cuts it.
You
are a queen.”

“There you go again, saying all the right things.”

“And there you go again making me say things I’ve never said to anyone, ever.”

She let out a timid exhale and rested her head against him. “Riley.” She said it so softly she wasn’t even sure he’d heard her.

“Yeah.”

She raised her head to face him. “I, um…” she lost her nerve.

“What?” he asked.

She scrunched her nose, biting her lip.

“Now you got me curious,” he said, nipping at her nose. “And seriously, watch the biting of that lip or I might have to do a little biting of my own.”

Her skin got hot and she had to look away from him. He gave her a minute, and when she looked back, she still could not utter the words she was trying to say.

“Okay, now I’m intrigued. You’re going to
have
to tell me.”

“God, why is this so hard?” she got out.

“Now, you’re just killing me. Do I have to force it out of you?” he teased. 

She sucked on her bottom lip and forced herself to stop before he took over and did the biting for her.

This is stupid. Just say it.

Why do you even need to?

I don’t know, it just feels… right.

Then spit it out…

“That was the first time a guy’s ever… gotten me there.” For whatever reason she was unable to utter the words,
gave me an orgasm.

Riley didn’t care what words she used. He grinned in complete delight over this fact.

“I find that very hard to believe though.”

“Believe it.”

His grin dropped a little. “Melinda… I wasn’t your
first
, was I?” The thought suddenly thrilled and freaked him out. Her being a virgin hadn’t even crossed his mind as a possibility, and he hadn’t taken enough care to make sure he didn’t hurt her, if that was true.

“Oh, um, not
exactly
.”

He waited for her to explain.

“Ugh. This is super weird.”

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I was just afraid I might have hurt you. For most woman the first time is a little painful, so I’ve heard.”

“Oh. No. You didn’t hurt me. Not at all, and quite the opposite. It’s just… I think what I’m really wishing is… that you had been my first.”

Riley almost pushed the subject, asking why. Not that he disliked the thought of being her first, it wasn’t that at all. But some asshat had clearly done a number on her and God help him if he ever figured out who.

He stroked her cheek, giving her a soft kiss.

“It would have been a much more pleasant memory,” Melinda told him. It was easier now that she’d started and yet part of her was in shock she was admitting all this. “I’ve only slept with one other guy, one time… And we might as well have actually slept. To call what we did
sex
, is sort of an injustice to the word. And I only know that now… because of you.”

“Damn. You sure know how to stroke a guy’s ego.” His beam returned, and to her amusement, a hint of a blush. “Maybe, considering our disastrous starts, we could just pretend our previous relationships didn’t happen? I know I’d like to forget about mine. You’re a much more pleasurable memory for me too.”

Melinda grinned, resting her head against his chest. Hers was exploding all over the place with so many emotions she could hardly contain herself.

It was an appealing idea. To forget the past.

Even if this did turn out to be a one night (or middle of the day) stand, it had been worth it. Her angst from all the William dreams was gone. Her worries and fears had flown into the wind. She wanted to wrap herself in this moment and remember how it felt, forever.

Riley had given her everything she needed. Her eyes fluttered closed, feeling satisfied, happy, and oddly sleepy. Like coming down of a massive high.