Page 41 of Charmed, I’m Sure (Witches of Bellevue #1)

That… what… no.

Magnolia

Any response I had died on a gasp as Taylor dropped his head, his mouth capturing my nipple through the thin lace of my bra.

His fingers slipped beneath the cotton of my panties, finding my soaked center.

A shiver raced down my spine as he circled my clit and then dipped lower.

The tip of his finger teased inside, and my breath caught, my heart pounding like a drum in my ears.

Stars danced behind my closed eyelids, each sensation more electrifying than the last.

“So fucking wet for me already.” His husky whisper was velvet and whiskey, steeped in desire that sent a flush racing across my skin. “Eyes on me, baby. I want to see you when you come on my hand.”

“That—that’s not going to happen,” I panted, reluctantly forcing my eyes open.

“Our track record would beg to differ.”

“Beginner’s luck,” I said through a gasp as he slid a finger inside.

Taylor raised a brow, his fingers slowing. “Is that a challenge, cher?”

“N-no. Just a f-fact.” Though even I knew that fact was crumbling under his touch.

“It won’t be for long.”

“Wha—” My words choked off as two fingers slid inside me, curling to press against a spot that made my back arch.

Heat licked up my spine as his thumb resumed its delicious circles on my clit.

My gasp turned into a moan when he tugged my bra cup down and drew my nipple into his mouth.

The mounting ecstasy built with each stroke of his fingers, but when his thumb pressed a fraction too hard, I flinched, retreating from the edge of release.

“What is it?” Taylor’s voice was gentle, his brow furrowing.

“I—uh…”

“Words, cher. You promised me your words.”

Blowing out a nervous raspberry, I muttered, “It’s not a button, cowboy.” His eyes widened in surprise, and I bit back a laugh. “I just mean, you don’t have to press so hard. Firm, but gentle.”

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. Slowly, he adjusted his movements, the new rhythm nearly perfect. The shift must have shown on my face, because he narrowed his eyes at me.

“Words,” I reminded myself, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. “A little harder.”

He obeyed without hesitation, his touch becoming exactly what I needed. I sank into the sensations, more confident now in voicing my desires. Taylor followed every whispered direction with precision, his focus unwavering as he laved my breasts and adjusted his rhythm to match my needs.

My breath turned ragged, tension coiling in my core as his fingers worked magic inside me. My limbs grew heavy, tingling warmth spreading from my toes to my fingertips.

“Taylor, I… I’m—”

“I know, cher. Tell me what you need.”

“More. You. I—”

His lips silenced me, swallowing my moan as he slipped another finger inside and quickened his pace. Three fingers stretched me, filling me so completely I could hardly think.

“Be a good girl and come for me, Magnolia.”

The sound of his voice—dark and velvety as he said my name—pushed me over the edge.

My climax hit like a wave, my body clenching around him as he wrung every drop from me like it was his damn job.

His tongue tangled with mine, his touch unrelenting until my muscles gave out and I melted into the bed.

Taylor withdrew his fingers, and I watched, wide-eyed, as he slipped them into his mouth, groaning at the taste. “Fuck, you taste good. But as much as I want to fuck you with my tongue, I need to be inside you.”

Say less, sir.

I reached for the button on his slacks, but he caught my wrist, pinning it above my head. His lips brushed mine briefly before he pulled back.

“Baby, if you touch me right now, I’m going to blow,” he said with a soft laugh, kissing me again.

When Taylor pulled away, he climbed off the bed, taking me with him until we were both standing at its edge. His heated gaze swept over my body, making me feel deliciously exposed. Backing up a step, he gave me a playful smirk.

“Take it off, cher. Let me see you.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I countered, lifting my chin.

His brow quirked as he moved to unbutton his slacks, his movements slow and deliberate. When he pushed them down, my jaw nearly hit the floor. His cock was fully hard, standing at attention like it was pointing straight at me—a goddamn homing beacon.

“Your turn, sunshine.”

I froze. It wasn’t absurdly big like the exaggerated heroes in Maddie’s romance novels, but it was enough to make my pulse quicken.

“Mags,” Taylor said, taking a step closer.

“That… what… no.” My words tumbled out in incoherent fragments, and I forced myself to meet his gaze. “Where the hell have you been hiding that?”

Good lord, would my filter ever work around this man?

His low chuckle sent heat straight to my core. “See something you like, cher?” He brushed a loose strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear with a gentleness that belied the hunger in his eyes.

“Like? Yeah. Slightly intimidated by the anaconda you’ve been hiding in your pants? Also, yeah.”

“That mouth.” He shook his head with a grin before capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

Deft fingers unclasped my bra, and it joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

My hands skimmed over his chest and shoulders, wrapping around his neck as he lifted me with ease.

This time, instead of gently laying me on the bed, he tossed me onto it.

A startled squeak escaped me before he grabbed my ankle, dragging me closer until I was at the edge.

With a deliberate slowness, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs, leaving me in nothing but thigh-high stockings.

“Fucking hell, Mags. You’re sexy as sin.”

“I don’t think sin is supposed to be sexy,” I teased, my voice breathy.

His hands traced up my thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Do you have a favorite position, cher?”

Who does what now?

The question threw me off balance, heat rushing to my cheeks. My gaze darted to his hand as he gripped his cock, stroking himself with lazy confidence.

“Magnolia,” he drew out my name, his voice a sinful caress. Crawling over me, he kissed a line down my collarbone, slipping his fingers back into my center. Every nerve in my body lit up at his touch. “I know you have one. I can see it written all over your beautiful face.”

My breath hitched, and I forced myself to answer. “It’s called the flatiron.”

When I peeked up at him, his wide eyes made me backpedal. “But I’m not picky! Anything is fine—”

His mouth covered mine, cutting off my rambling. After thoroughly silencing me with his lips, he pulled back and flipped me onto my stomach.

Oh. Oh.

Fucking hell, he actually knew what that was?

His warm hands caressed the curve of my ass. The anticipation built like a storm as I heard the unmistakable sound of a condom packet tearing. Excitement and nerves tangled in my belly when I felt the head of his cock nudge against my slick center.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he pushed inside, inch by inch, filling me to the brim.

My body stretched around him, the ache sweet and satisfying. When he was fully seated, his weight settled over me like a comforting blanket, and I moaned, “As amazing as this feels, I need you to move, cowboy.”

“I know, sunshine.” His voice was tight with restraint. “But give me a second.”

I wiggled my hips, testing his control, and his grip tightened immediately. The sound of his palm meeting my ass echoed in the room, followed by the sting that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“Well, well, well,” he murmured, his hand kneading the sting away. “Do you like being spanked, cher?”

“Y-yes.” The word tumbled out unbidden, and I pressed my hips back toward him, inviting more.

Taylor chuckled darkly, driving into me with a force that made my breath hitch. “Good to know.”

Taylor’s pace turned punishing, his thrusts precise as they hit that perfect spot inside me over and over.

My grip on the sheets tightened, knuckles whitening as I braced myself against the headboard.

Every motion sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and it wasn’t long before the familiar pressure began building low in my belly.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my voice breaking as the tension coiled tighter.

But just as I teetered on the edge, Taylor pulled out, and I whined in frustration, shooting him a glare over my shoulder.

“Easy, sunshine,” he said with a smirk, his hands gripping my hips to flip me onto my side. Lifting my leg, he draped it over his shoulder, the new position bending me in ways I didn’t think possible.

“Hey—oh,” I gasped as he slid back inside, the angle hitting even deeper than before.

“You okay?” His ocean-blue eyes searched mine, softening slightly even as his movements remained firm.

“Yeah, just don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, cher.”

Taylor leaned down, bending me further as he captured my lips in a bruising kiss. His hips rocked into me with unrelenting rhythm, the friction against my clit pushing me closer to the edge. Warmth flooded my body as his hands roamed over my curves, caressing, kneading, claiming.

Every nerve ending was alight, and my head tilted back, breaking the kiss as a ragged moan escaped. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him.

Wherever his hands were, his mouth followed. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that concealer would become my best friend over the next few days with the way he was sucking at my skin.

I needed to feel every inch of him. Needed to be consumed by him.

Pressure built low in my belly as I neared the release I so desperately craved, and I whined as Taylor pulled away from my lips and sat up straight.

His eyes burned into mine, desire flaming in those ocean blues as he pressed his hand flat against my abdomen and swirled his thumb on my clit.

I gasped at the sensation, my back bowing as pleasure swept through me.

“I’m so close,” I mewled, my eyes sliding closed as it all became too much.

“Eyes on me, baby. I want to see you when you come on my cock for the first time.” My eyes flew open, latching onto his. “That’s it. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Taylor,” I breathed, barely able to form words as the pressure built to an unbearable height.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered. The circles he drew were firm but teasing, coaxing me higher with every pass. “Come on, Magnolia. Give it to me. I want to feel you fall apart.”

My body obeyed before my mind could catch up. The orgasm tore through me like a lightning strike, stealing my breath and blurring my vision. My walls clenched around him, drawing a deep groan from his lips as he continued to drive into me, prolonging the ecstasy until I was trembling.

“Fuck,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a final deep stroke, he buried himself inside me, his release triggering another wave of pleasure that rippled through my oversensitized body.

When he collapsed beside me, his chest heaving, I felt the echo of his heartbeat against my skin. I’d never been so sated in my life. Never had my needs met in such an expert manner and I knew that any man who tried to come after Taylor would pale in comparison.

But I didn’t want any other man.

I wanted Taylor.

I wanted him between my thighs six ways from Sunday, and all the pleasure that promised.

But more than that, I wanted all the things he’d promised while we stood in his driveway.

The front porch swinging and singing in the kitchen.

But there was always that little voice in the back of my mind that liked to rear her ugly head at the most inconvenient times.

He doesn’t know the real you.

Only this time, she was right. He didn’t. He didn’t know the rumors surrounding my family were real, and telling him terrified me.

“Mags?” Taylor’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I turned my head to meet his gaze. “Where’d you go, sunshine?” he asked as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

“Sorry, I just got lost in my head for a minute.”

“Everything okay?”

Concern filled his eyes, and I rolled onto my side to cup his cheek. “Everything is perfect.”

Pressing my lips to his stoked a fire in my belly, desire sparking and spreading as our kiss deepened, growing more demanding with each passing second.

The voice in the back of my head could shut the hell up. I wasn’t about to let her ruin this—wasn’t about to let her snuff out the joy of being wrapped in his arms. Taylor finding out I was a witch? That was a problem for future Magnolia.

Swinging my leg over his waist, I straddled his hips and rocked against him. I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed when he’d gotten up to remove the condom. The silky feel of him beneath me nearly made me fall apart.

“Again? Already?” he asked with a low chuckle, his hands framing my hips and guiding me along his length.

“I’m ready if you are.”

His laugh was warm, rich, and it made my heart feel like it might burst right out of my chest.

“Baby, when it comes to you, I’m always ready.”

Taylor’s hand slid up to cradle my neck, pulling me down to meet his lips. He kissed me until every thought, every worry, evaporated, leaving nothing but him.