Page 97 of How to Flirt with a Witch

I palm her breasts, the reality of the moment hanging somewhere at the edge of disbelief. I can’t believe Natalie Zacharias is shirtless on top of me.

Maybe she’s having a similar thought because the tiniest of smiles tugs her lips.

“This doesn’t change that you’d be better off away from all this,” she says.

“Something must have changed, or else we wouldn’t be in this position.”

An adorable scowl creases her brow.

I touch her bottom lip, relishing the cushiony softness against my fingertips.

“I’ve accepted that you’re going to be stuck here,” she says. “Helping us. Staying safe from the Madsens. And I know that while you’re here, alone in your room every night, it’s going to be impossible for me to resist you. No matter how forbidden.”

I bite my lip, liking the sound ofevery night.

As she bends down and kisses me deeply, I bring my knees up to her hips, pulling her closer. She hisses out a breath, grinding against me. I let out a moan that gets lost in her mouth.

“Natalie…” I whisper, my voice strained with impatient desire. I reach down between her legs, rubbing her through her jeans.

She grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. “First,” she purrs, “I need to taste you.”

Her words send me to another planet. Speechless, I whimper.

She kisses my chest, her warm lips leaving a trail of fire that makes me squirm. She lets go of my wrists to hold my waist, tracing her tongue overmy abdomen. Her fingers find the button of my jeans, and the slow tease of the zipper being undone is too much to handle.

She reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, and I free my arms and toss it aside.

A rush of vulnerability sweeps over me as I lay bare beneath her—but when she moans and takes my nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue, any insecurity dissolves.

I gasp, arching into her. I’m so focused on her mouth on my breasts that it takes me a moment to realize she’s also tugging my jeans down. I lift my hips to help her slide them off.

She wraps her hands around my midsection, kissing my abdomen, working her way down.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she murmurs.

“R-really?” I stammer, dazed.

“Katie…” she says like this is obvious. “In other circumstances, I would’ve asked you out the day we met. Well, maybe after the doll, when you gave me that damn sexy pout and asked for my numberin case you found another curse.”

I laugh as her words light a flame inside me. I guess I knew she liked me, but she was so good at resisting it and following the rules that I couldn’t be sure when it started. I definitely wouldn’t have guessed that her interest sparked the day we met, given the balaclava and skin boils.

She removes my underwear, and I’m completely naked, the cool air raising goosebumps all over.

The brush of her hair against my inner thighs makes me quiver with anticipation.

She kisses her way inward, and by the time she rewards me with an exhilarating slide of her tongue, I cry out. For all her forcefulness, grabbing me, pushing me onto the bed, she’s torturously gentle with her mouth.

“Careful, or the neighbors will hear,” she warns.

“O-okay.” I run my fingers through her hair, urging her on breathlessly. I bend my knees and open my legs wider. “God, you feel so good…”

I’m dizzy, unraveling as she devours me.

She wraps her arms around my thighs, groaning, the vibrations making me tremble.

“Natalie,” I say, her name a gasp.

“Is this okay?” she murmurs. “You’re comfortable?”