Page 36 of Head Witch in Charge (The Sherwood Witches #2)

Our hands are everywhere, desperate to touch and memorize every inch of each other.

The dark scar on his shoulder. The hard plane of his chest. The way his ass tightens when I grab ahold of it with both hands while we make out like our lives depend on it.

And that dick? Fates have mercy, it’s the perfect amount of thick and hard and long to make me consider using two hands when I reach down between us to stroke him off right to the edge of coming.

Before I can make him spend, though, he’s back down on his knees, working that tongue of his against my clit as I fight to keep my legs from giving out.

It’s not fair that this man can play my body like this, and as much as I am tempted to let him keep feasting on me, there’s something else I’m desperate for.

Holding on to the last threads of my sanity, I manage to get out a quick spell on the end of a desperate moan because he’s got three fingers in me and his mouth on my clit.

In the next heartbeat, Erik’s on the pillow-covered floor on his back.

Now it’s my turn to be between his legs.

Wrapping my hands around his base, I suck his cock into my mouth, taking him deeper with each stroke.

He lets out a lusty groan that makes my core clench as I continue to work him, using my hand and my mouth.

And when I feel his hands in my hair, I relax and let him dictate the speed as I take him in over and over again, pushing him as I reach between my legs and slide my fingers across my slippery clit.

“LeLe,” he groans, his hands tightening in my hair. “I need to be inside that pretty pussy of yours.”

Not that I’d admit it out loud to him, but that is the best plan ever.

Doing a quick self-scan to double-check my contraceptive spell is still locked in, I let his cock go with a kiss before moving so I am straddling his hips.

I guide his hard cock into me and slowly lower myself onto him.

The feel of him filling me up steals my breath and I have to stop, staying like that as I adjust to him, to this feeling of completeness.

Then Erik’s fingers bite into my hips as he urges me to move, lust dark in his eyes as he holds his jaw tight.

“Is that what you want?” I tease, holding myself still. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

It is exactly the right answer. “Whatever you want, husband.”

My handfast tattoo glows hot and bright, and I can’t get enough of touching him, kissing him, being close enough to feel him everywhere as I undulate my hips.

I’m drunk on him and all I want is more—which is exactly what he gives me.

He lifts me up on his cock and slams me back down, driving deep as he fucks me from below.

It’s all I can do to hold on as the pleasure intensifies.

Still together, we go higher. My whole body feels electrified and our handfast tattoos are blindingly bright as I ride him faster and faster.

Then he reaches between us and presses his thumb against my clit, rubbing it in circles as the vibrations start in my legs, building and building.

A lightning bolt flashes in the room, followed by an ear-splitting crack, but I’m too far gone to care even if the inn is coming down around us.

I hold on to Erik and ride the wave after wave of pleasure as it takes me higher and higher until I come so hard around his cock that it blocks out the rest of the world at the same time as he surges into me, crying out my name.

When I come back to myself slowly, a little at a time, my lungs are burning from breathing so hard. Erik, his hands still grasping my waist to hold me in place, watches me through half-closed eyelids, a sated grin curling his lips.

The last thing I want to do is pull away from him, which means it’s the first thing I have to do.

Getting up, I realize the room is a wreck.

Pillows are tossed everywhere. The chaise lounges are on their sides.

The small statues have all fallen from their shelves and are resting on the floor.

Only the massive stone faun remains untouched, but there is a one-inch-wide crack going through the thick marble chair he sits on—and I swear his impressive endowments weren’t quite so large before.

“We’re definitely going to have to leave a large tip for housekeeping,” Erik says from behind me.

I whirl around and start to walk backward at the same time, the reality of what just happened nearly overwhelming me—not because of regrets, but because I already want more of the same again.

I am so screwed. The Liber Umbrarum cannot get deposited in the secured facility fast enough.

“Good night, Erik,” I say, trying not to step on a downed statue in my haste to get away from my should-not-be husband before I do something even more foolish than I already have—like, oh, I don’t know, have the best sex of my life again with the last man in the world I should be with. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

He moves with that vampire-like flash of speed again.

“I don’t think so,” he says, picking me up and tucking me against his chest. “You can decide on the room, but it’ll be both of us in whichever bed you choose, wife.”

I could fill my eyes at his audacity.

I could magic his ass out into the hall, where he could spend the night naked and alone.

I could banish him to the other room with a simple no and he’d go.

The only reason I’m even at this inn with him is because I couldn’t trust him to get The Liber Umbrarum to the secured location on his own. Erik Svensen is the husband I do not want.

I don’t.

Even if I could have him—which, despite everything I know and all that’s expected of me as the Sherwood heir, is starting to sound sadder and sadder the more time we’re together.

It has to be the Nullam Inhibitionis’s effect on me. So I shake it off and open my mouth to do what I should, what’s expected of me—but my heart shoves my brain into another dimension.

“Fine.” I relax against his broad chest. “You win.”

“I do love hearing those words from you.” He shoots me a cocky smirk that just makes him look sexier than should be legal. “Blue room on the left or green room on the right?”

Like it even matters as long as I’m snuggled up next to Erik. “Green.”

He turns and starts toward the bedroom on the right. “My favorite color.”

“Really?” I ask, figuring the fates must have guided my decision.

He gives me a wink. “It is now.”

And, at least for tonight, now is all that matters.