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unbuttoning his shirt. He pushed her back down among the pillows and tore her teddy away from her body, the sound of ripping silk the most seductive music on earth. Gemma felt her own wet heat between her legs.
    â€œWhich of us is in charge?” Sean demanded hoarsely.
    â€œYou,” Gemma moaned, dizzily ceding control. “You.”
    Nodding, Sean hurried to free himself, his breath hitching as his eyes locked on hers. Naked, he climbed atop her, fingers grasping her hips, hard, as Gemma arched upward, opening herself to him. He paused over her a moment and then plunged hard and deep, Gemma catapulting over the edge as their bodies began moving together, her dream of melding into one coming true.
    His thrusting was strong and sure. Gemma tightened herself around him as he drove into her again and again, each meeting of flesh upon flesh pushing her higher and higher into the stratosphere. One minute she was a sweet prisoner of her body, her shocked senses unable to catalog the firestorm of relentless sensations coming one after another after another; the next she was flying, her body just a memory as she bucked wildly beneath him. It was a sensation she never wanted to end.
    Gemma smiled with pleasure as Sean’s body tensed and began moving faster, slamming itself into hers with an abandon that left her breathless. His desire for release was so urgent the expression on his face resembled pain. His hands searched for hers, their fingers twining together tight. Now! Now! Now! she thought feverishly, delighted when the drumming between her own legs resumed, sharp and insistent. Together they rode the storm their bodies created. And when he came—when they both came—a happiness she had never thought possible surged through her.
    Her spell had worked.
    She had found her soul mate.

CHAPTER 05
    â€œ What does your tattoo mean?”
    Adrift on a cloud of postcoital bliss, Gemma languidly turned to Sean, in whose arms she lay. His thick curls were tousled wildly and his body boasted a thin sheen of sweat that made his flesh glisten in the candlelight. He looked like a warrior back from battle, weary yet triumphant, and very sexy. She’d been wondering when he’d notice the delicate tattoo gracing the small of her back. A small purple full moon framed by two opposite facing crescent moons, it was a present she’d given herself for her thirtieth birthday.
    â€œIt’s a symbol of the goddess,” she answered softly. Was the conversation about being a witch going to happen here, now, when they were both naked and vulnerable? Why not?
    If Sean was baffled or curious, it didn’t show. He nodded slowly as if mulling it over. Then he slid down her body, kissed the tattoo, and slid back up, holding her tight in his arms.
    â€œI think tattoos on women are sexy.”
    â€œI’m glad,” Gemma purred, trailing her fingers along the strong muscles of his damp back.
    He grimaced. “I also think if we don’t get off the floor soon, you’ll need to call EMS. My back is killing me. Can we shift to the bed?”
    Gemma chuckled. She was feeling uncomfortable herself. During their fierce lovemaking, the pillows she had so artfully arranged had slid, leaving the two of them lying on the bare wooden floor. Bed, with its promise of clean sheets and body-hugging blankets, seemed a wonderful suggestion. They could curl up together, maybe even make love again. In the morning they could go out for breakfast.
    Gemma kissed his shoulder. “Bed sounds like a great idea.” She stretched, surprised when it generated a small, sharp pain in her left shoulder. “I’m stiff, too.”
    â€œI guess this is what happens after thirty.”
    â€œYoga helps.”
    â€œI’ll stick to Advil.”
    His affectionate smile made Gemma’s heart dance. Kissing the top of her head, he rose to his feet, extending his hand. Gemma took it, marveling at how easy this all felt,