Of Witches and Warlocks: The Complete Series

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Kiss me if you want to, but I have to warn you I might be bad at it. I don't remember doing it before." A slight grin brought his masculine dimples to the surface.

"Now that would be impossible," I replied, returning his smile. "Your mind may not remember me, but I'm beginning to think your body does."

"Why do you say that?" He seemed curious.

"You keep saying and doing things like you used to do." I gave a shrug. "Then again, it could be wishful thinking on my part."

"Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?" Taking a voluntary step closer, he moved so near our bodies were almost touching.

"Why are you doing this, Vance?" My voice quivered in anticipation, but I second-guessed his motives.

"I'm not sure—maybe because you need it. And for some reason, it seems I'm . . . ," he paused, searching for words, "drawn to you, I guess."

"What do you mean?" I swallowed the knot forming in my throat and a tiny spark of hope inside of me began to take flame.

"I don't know," he said, slowly shaking his head. "But even while I was in the shower, a room away, I missed you somehow. It sounds funny, but it's almost like it hurts . . . in here." He tapped his sculpted chest over his heart.

Our connection, he could still feel it I realized—the bond between us had remained strong. But I didn't have time to contemplate the meaning of that because he leaned in, dipping down to kiss me on the mouth, touching me only with his lips and nothing else.

Closing my eyes, I savored his soft and tender touch, not even able to breathe as an explosion of sparks rushed through my body—like they always had whenever he'd kissed me. He pulled away from me suddenly, and he stared at me with a strange expression. I held still, not moving an inch, waiting for him to decide what he was feeling. It only took a second to make up his mind.

Grabbing me, he wrapped one arm around my waist, sliding his other hand into my hair. His lips found mine again, meeting me with the same intensity of days gone by, his tongue slipping out to tease my lips, coaxing them apart. He kissed me long and hard, almost frantically, for several moments.

The hand tangled in my hair, softly pulled my head to the side, and his lips worked their way over my cheek. Trailing down my neck to his favorite spot, he licked the sensitive area once, before he closed his mouth over it, sucking hard—so hard I knew he'd leave a mark.

Heart pounding, I didn't stop him. He was my husband. I wanted him to want me. He moved back to my mouth, and I wound my arms around his neck, running my fingers into his hair. Stepping forward, he pushed me backward against the bed, and we both fell, lightly bouncing onto the soft surface.

"Portia, what's happening?" he whispered near my ear, placing a kiss there.

"Something inside of you remembers." I was breathless as he feathered more light kisses down to my collarbone.

"Was it always like this?" he asked, moving in the direction of my lips once again.

"Yes," I whispered and he lifted his head, staring into my eyes. It didn't surprise me to see the red irises were back, but the thought was lost when he returned to his heated assault of me.

"I don't want to stop," he panted in between kisses.

"Don't," I replied. "There's no reason for you to."