Chapter 20

• Leland knew he was supposed to keep his distance, at least until she knew the full potential of her own magic, but he couldn’t stop. For days now he had thought of nothing but feeling her body pressed against his own, her mouth under his. He was tuned into his own magic and the vibrations of hers enough to know when to stop. All he wanted was a few moments to ease the ache that consumed his every waking hour since he’d met her. Hell, every moment he was asleep too. His dreams had been of her magic and his and that alone added up to erotic nights filled with her.
• She moaned into his mouth as her hand slid up into his hair. When she grasped it tightly any remaining blood he’d had to spare rushed into his already painful erection and pulsed there, pushing against his jeans wanting to feel her.
• A shadow of reality was left in his mind, seizing it before he lost it again, he lifted his mouth from hers and fought to breathe again, trying to think beyond the need pounding through his body. Her teeth nipped his chin before moving down to the base of his throat. Her mouth moving passionately over his flesh robbed him of his restraint a little more with each movement. A few minutes longer and he was going to be throwing her down on the sand and finding release between her thighs.