Page 33 of Hungry As Her Python

When I finally forced myself to pull away, she swayed, and my hands tightened around her waist, keeping her upright. I couldn’t help the grin that slid across my mouth.

“Careful, Sugar,” I murmured, my voice still rough from kissing her. “Wouldn’t want you falling for me.”

She shot me a glare that didn’t match the flush in her cheeks.

Which was exactly when I noticed a streak of flour smudged high on her cheekbone.

I don’t know what possessed me, but I reached up—slow, deliberate—and brushed my thumb along her skin.

I felt the warmth of her cheek under my hand, heard the sharp hitch in her breath when my fingers lingered just a second too long.

“Missed a spot,” I said, my voice pitched low enough it barely carried.

I licked the flour off my finger, moaning at her soft flavors still clinging to it.

Her eyes locked on mine, and for one tight, suspended moment, the world outside that bakery didn’t exist.

Yeah. She could keep telling herself I’d get bored.

That I’d walk away.

But we both knew the truth.

I wasn’t going anywhere.

That sweet Witch was all mine.

And more so? I was hers.

Every single inch of me belonged to her.

Chapter Ten-Bella

Later that week

I’d been fire-free for a few days, and that should’ve been cause for celebration.

No scorched walls.

No smoldering racks.

No Deputy Boman darkening my doorway with his broad shoulders, his deep voice, his unfairly green eyes—ugh.

This was the problem.

No Deputy Boman.

I didn’t know what game he was playing, but maybe I’d been right all along.

Maybe he’d found something shiny to chase—like a taller, skinnier Witch who didn’t smell faintly of powdered sugar and vanilla bean 24/7.

My heart stuttered and I swear I saw sad face emojis swirling around in my brain.

My Witch-proof smart phone chirped, and I looked down at a message from Donny.

She’d been sending me pics of bridesmaid dresses for days now and I had to say—I hated all of them.

Okay, that wasn’t fair.