Page 25 of Love’s a Witch (The Scottish Charms #1)

“Sloane?” Knox snapped his fingers in front of my face and my eyes darted to his. My face flushed. “Eyes up here, darling.”

“I was just admiring your outfit.” The lie didn’t land, since I was clearly ogling his muscles, and I bustled away to fill my wineglass at the punch bowl, embarrassed at having been caught staring. But seriously… how could a man look that delectable?

“Enjoying yourself?” Knox asked, dogging my heels, filling his own glass. The music changed to something sharp and upbeat, and the crowd cheered. Lights from the disco ball twirled, sprinkling the room, and I suddenly found it a tad hard to breathe with how close Knox was standing to me.

“Excuse me a moment.” I walked blindly through a door behind the drinks table and turned down another hallway, and then another, and then ducked through the door of an empty room.

It was dark in there, a single beam of light illuminating the room from an outdoor streetlight, and I realized I’d stepped into an empty classroom of sorts.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned against the wall, trying to settle myself.

“Are you okay?”

I closed my eyes at Knox’s voice, but didn’t move. I heard the soft sound of him entering the room, and then the click of the door closing behind him. My breathing slowed.

“Do you want the light on Sloane?”

“No,” I whispered. I didn’t know why I’d come here. And yet a part of me had known he’d follow.

Or maybe had just hoped.

“Are you okay?” Knox asked again, reaching out to take the wineglass from my hand. I let him. Maybe more alcohol wasn’t the answer needed here.

“No.” I turned my head against the wall, meeting his eyes that glinted in the darkness. “I’m mad at you.”

“The shopkeepers?” Knox had the decency to look ashamed.

“It was smart, I’ll give you that.”

“I’ll stop, Sloane.” Knox came forward, leaning his hands on the wall around my head, caging me in. “I asked them to do that days ago. But now… I think things have changed.”

“How so?” I angled my head to look up at him. “I’m still me. And you’re still you.”

“No.” Knox shook his head, leaning closer to me, his mouth hovering an inch over mine. “I’m Aquaman, and you’re Princess Peach.”

I couldn’t help myself, I snickered.

“Is that the way of it?” I asked. I sucked in a breath as he bit my lower lip softly.

A quiet storm of need rolled through me, heavy and unrelenting.

I couldn’t help but arch my back slightly, desperately wanting his hands on me, and at the same time, knowing I should walk away from this man who was trying to run us out of town.

“It can be. Just for tonight.” His breath fanned my throat, hot against my skin, and I shivered as he licked at the crevice of my neck.

“It’s never just for a night.” I angled my head, allowing him better access to kiss the delicate spot at my throat.

“Maybe I don’t want it to be.”

I laughed. Surely he must be joking.

“How many drinks have you had tonight?” I asked, my voice breathy, as he brought a finger up and traced it across the ribbon at my neckline.

“Would it be so bad? You and I?” Knox sounded as surprised at his words as I did.

No, no, it would not. At least that was what my body was screaming to me as heat trailed along my skin where he touched me.

“I… I don’t even know how to answer that.”

“Shall we test the waters, then?”

“Seriously? An Aquaman pun?” I groaned, but it quickly turned into a moan when Knox kissed me, full on, and pressed his body against mine.

Pinning me to the wall, he reached down and gripped my wrists with his hands, sliding them up and over my head.

I arched against him, loving the feel of his hard body pressed against mine, his mouth wet and hot.

Slipping his tongue inside, he tasted, and molten need pooled deep inside me.

“You know…” Knox pulled away, and my breath came out in ragged gasps as he transferred one of his hands to my chest but kept the other around my wrists.

Testing, I pushed against his hand, only to have him push back, pinning me.

“This is a very naughty Peach dress. I’m going to have sinful dreams for nights after seeing you in this. ”

I squirmed, and the corner of Knox’s mouth quirked up in a smile.

“Do you like this, Sloane? When you can’t get out?” I gasped as Knox slipped a finger beneath the fabric of my dress and stroked my hard nipple. “Do you like when you have to give over control?”

No, I hated it. Everything in my life felt beyond my command at the moment, and the last thing I needed was for Knox to take that from me too.

Except…

His lips trailed liquid heat down my chest, and he moved the fabric, my breast springing free and right into his waiting mouth. His tongue was hot against me, slick and needy, and I moaned when his teeth scraped my sensitive skin.

“Or what about this, Sloane? Is this what you like?” I gasped, my back bowing as Knox’s free hand slipped up my thigh and stroked across the soft cotton of my panties.

“I… I…” In my head, I knew the right thing would be to tell him, No. Thank you, good sir, but I’ve had enough . But I hadn’t had enough. Not even in the slightest. When his finger slipped beneath the cotton and found me wet and ready, he groaned at my breast.

“Damn it, Sloane.” Knox’s head reared up, and he caught my lips in a blistering kiss before pulling back, his breath ragged as he leaned his forehead against mine. “Let me. Just let me please you.”

“Oh… kay,” I breathed out, my hips already moving against his hand, and when he slipped two fingers inside of me, I whimpered at the thick intrusion.

“It’s going to be fast, Sloane. I want you to come apart around me. I want to watch you as you do. And then we’re going to go back to the dance and pretend nothing happened while I drive myself crazy staring at you in that short skirt all night. Understood?”

I whimpered out a sound, likely a yes, as I was already moving against his hand, my need driving me, the sweet soft wave of release racing toward the finish line.

Finding the perfect spot inside me, Knox curled his finger and pressed upward, rubbing my slick heat at the same time as he bit down hard against my nipple.

I shattered around him, and his head came up, his eyes on me as I came undone.

“That’s a good lass,” Knox whispered at my ear, pulling his hand out and smoothing my panties back into place.

My muscles felt liquid and loose, and when he released my wrists, my hands dropped to my sides, and my head lolled against the wall. I wanted to just flop to the floor and sleep right there.

I was supposed to walk out of here? After that brilliant orgasm?

“Right, then, shall we go dance?”

“Dance? I’m not sure I can even walk,” I admitted, adjusting my top.

“Want me to carry you in, then?”

I blanched at the image and straightened.

“Absolutely not.” I shot my nose in the air. I had no idea how to act around him after what had just happened. What I’d allowed to happen.

What I’d loved every second of.

“I’ll see you in there.” Knox gave me a rueful smile when my head snapped to his. He nodded down to his pants, and I gaped at the bulge. “I’ll need just a moment.”

“That’s not my problem,” I said, walking to the door. “You got yourself into this mess. Now you get yourself out of it.”

I left the room, my legs still shaking, but needing to walk out on somewhat of a sassy note to reclaim some semblance of myself—of the woman who I thought I was. Not the woman back there in the classroom who’d melted around a man who’d pinned her to a wall. No, I didn’t know her.

And that more than freaked me out.

“Maybe I don’t want to get myself out of it.”

Knox’s words trailed after me in the hallway, and it was enough to spur me into action. Racing toward the dance, I ducked inside just in time to hear screams.

“Sloane! Where were you?” Nova and Lyra materialized by my side, covered in head-to-toe glitter.

“What happened?” I gasped, ignoring their question.

“The disco ball exploded into actual glitter. A freaking glitter bomb. Half the people are furious, and half the people are delighted. Nobody knows who did it.” Nova’s eyes sharpened on something over my shoulder. I turned to see Knox walk in from the hallway.

We were the only two in the room not covered in glitter.

“Yup, time to go.” Lyra hooked my arm and pulled me from the room, Nova at my heels.

“Bloody hell, Sloane.” Nova laughed, long and loud, as we stumbled outside. “You’re going to blow up the whole damn town when you finally shag him.”

I certainly hoped not. But at the moment, I was too damn satiated to care. What I needed to do was try to convince myself that it was best for everyone that I never touch Knox Douglas again.