Of Witches and Warlocks: The Complete Series

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I trembled at his words and my eyes filled with tears as he searched my face, waiting for a response.

"You don't have to say these things to make me feel better," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "I know you need time, and I don't want to rush you."

He slid his hands over my arms, caressing my bare skin. "I'm not trying to do that," he said with a slight shake of his head. "I can't say what the reason is, maybe it's this place and all that's happened between us here. But I feel it . . . me, myself, not just some memory which has been planted." He lifted a hand to touch my face. "These feelings are growing stronger with every minute that passes. It started last night, after you went to sleep and has continued throughout the day. I love you, and I know I love you. In here," he added in a whisper, as he moved my hand to rest over his heart.

The warmth of his skin filtered through his shirt, along with the steady beating inside of him.

He smiled at me. "It's funny when I think about it. I haven't even been . . . alive . . . for twenty-four hours yet, and everything is changing for me so quickly. I'm not sure how to explain except to say I love you and I need you in my life." He squeezed my hand in emphasis.

Gazing at him, I only saw the face of my loving husband. I knew he wasn't whole, but it was definitely him, and even though he couldn't physically remember, he was still coming back to me.

"It's good to see you again, Vance," I replied, moving my hands up to trail my fingers over his face. I traced his brows, around to his cheeks and down to the masculine dimples next to his smile. "I've missed you."

Bending to kiss me once more, he held me in his embrace for several long heated moments.

Standing on my tiptoes so I could reach him better, he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me closer. I put every ounce of my feelings into the kiss, not holding anything back, trying to show him what his declaration of love meant to me.

Answering my intensity kiss for kiss, our passion grew until soft moans were coming from each of us.

I lost track of time and space as our mouths tangled together, tasting, touching, and sighing as need coursed thickly between us.

He pulled away from me, with reluctance, breathing heavily. "Would you like to go home now?" he said, with a short quick breath, glancing around at the heated rock we were standing on. "It's getting a little warm out here, if you know what I mean." He quirked an eyebrow at me.

"I do," I replied, grinning. "And yes, I'd love to go home with you."

Holding my hand, he led me through the brush back to the motorcycle, stopping to kiss me breathless once again before we climbed on.

Every nerve inside me was lit on fire for the entire ride home.

A short time later we arrived at the house. I got off the bike, removed my helmet, and magically motioned for the garage door to close, which placed us in total darkness.

Before I could flip on the light, Vance suddenly grabbed me from behind, turning me to face him so he could kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around him and he pushed me backward, never breaking his kiss while he moved in the general direction of the door. My back hit the wall when we reached it, but he didn't stop kissing me. His hands were everywhere, in my hair, on my face, down my body, around my waist.

I disconcertedly searched for the door behind me.

"I love you," he said to me in the darkness just as my hand found the knob, and I noticed his eyes were glowing again.