Witching Hour by Kris Norris Page A

thought she’d blinked away resurfaced, fading down her cheeks as she stared up at him. She palmed one hand on his jaw, knowing she could spend a lifetime looking at him and never see enough. Never know enough about him.
    Cal dipped down, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was more intimate than anything they’d shared. “Why don’t I run you a bath? Then we can get some sleep.”
    She forced herself to swallow, giving him a loving smile. “Make it a shower and say you’ll join me, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
    He snorted. “Damn, you drive a hard bargain, girl. But I think I can comply with your demands.”
    He eased out of her and went to roll off when she tightened her hold. He glanced down at her, raising an eyebrow in question.
    She released a slow breath, hoping she wouldn’t scare him. “I just need to hold you a bit longer.”
    His gaze softened, and he shifted back, rearranging his arms until she was tucked between them, his chest grazing hers. “Better?”
    “Much.”
    “You do know I’m not going anywhere, right?”
    “I know. It’s just…”
    He kissed the edge of her mouth. “Me, too.”
    “You sure you don’t mind?”
    “Let’s see. The woman of my dreams wants me to hold her. And she’s naked. Pretty damn sure I don’t mind. Just don’t blame me when this turns into more. I’m only so strong.”
    “I’ll cut you some slack.”
    “Deal. Now how about another kiss?”

 
    Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    Cal relaxed on the bed, Jordan’s head tucked into the crook of his shoulder, her breath a soft whisper in the room. He’d held her for several minutes before she’d seemed ready to have them move into the bathroom, though even then she’d looked at him as if she wasn’t quite sure he was real. He’d made a point of staying close, touching her whenever she glanced his way, silently assuring her he wasn’t going anywhere.
    The thought settled hard in his gut. She had every right to question his integrity, especially after he’d left her without so much as an explanation. Sure, he’d justified it in his mind, but now that he reexamined it, he saw it for what it was. Fear. But not just of his feelings for her. He’d been afraid Dave was right. That he really didn’t measure up to her, and that he’d simply be sentencing her to a life of mediocrity. That at some point, she’d realize that she’d settled for him because she’d been lost. Alone. That her feelings had been nothing more than a silly teenage crush.
    He looked at her, running his fingers through her hair, smiling at the softness of the strands as they brushed along his skin. God she was beautiful, and not just physically. The way she gave all of herself. Her determination and self-sacrifice. Everything about her only added to her beauty and reminded him how lucky he was she’d been willing to give him a chance when he wasn’t even sure he deserved one.
    Jordan snuffled, shifting in her sleep, laying her leg across his as her thigh brushed against his erection. Damn, one taste of her and it was as if his body had suddenly realized what it’d been missing. And despite the fact they’d made love again in the shower—her back pressed into the cold tile as she’d shouted his name, her pussy squeezing his shaft so tight he’d barely been able to move—he wanted her again. And not in a few hours or in the morning. Now. Wanted to watch her move over him, taking him at her pace.
    He smiled when he recalled the way she’d accepted the dominant side of him. How just mentioning giving her a spanking or tying her to the bed had made her body flush with anticipation until he’d thought she might climax from the idea alone.
    He sighed. Dave had been right about one thing. She was certainly more than he deserved, though he hoped that he’d eventually be able to show her that her trust hadn’t been misplaced. Though he had a bad feeling his only recourse would be solving the mystery of what the hell was