Free The Last Witch Hunter (Witch Hunters) by Thayer King Page A

grumbled and rolled over but did not wake. Nikita undid her hair and went into the bathroom. She squeezed oil into her hand and coated her hair with it. Brushing it through, she considered her options of how to get rid of Ronan. She smiled at herself when she realized how vain she was being. Last night might have been explosive for her but it may have been just what Ronan needed to convince him that she wasn’t his soul mate.
    She stuffed her hair into a shower cap and turned on the water. Stepping under the warm spray, she grabbed her pouf. She added soap and lathered up. The sweet smell of her body wash filled the heated air.
    When she reentered the bedroom, Ronan was still sleeping. If she hadn’t had a full night’s sleep, she would have wanted to slap him for resting so easily. She was putting on her panties when he woke.
    “Good morning,” he rumbled, his voice rough and deep from sleep. Nikita suppressed a lust induced shiver.
    She pulled out a shirt and jeans. “Good. You’re finally awake. You can go home.”
    He chuckled as he hoisted himself up onto his elbows. “Don’t I at least get breakfast before you throw me out?”
    “My breakfast repertoire includes toast and instant coffee,” she informed him to discourage hopes that she was some sort of domestic goddess.
    “Then I’ll make you breakfast. How does an omelet sound?”
    “It sounds like you’d better go home. I don’t have eggs.”
    “Who doesn’t buy eggs? What do you eat?”
    “Vegans,” she replied in answer to his first question and then shrugged. “Whatever’s available.” She wiggled into her jeans. His eyes followed the motion of her breasts. She pulled on her shirt without a bra. They were instruments of torture that she did without whenever she could. “I’m sure you have a busy day ahead of you. Don’t feel obligated to hang around here.”
    He stood and stretched , not in the least self-conscious about his nudity. “I’m between jobs so I’ve got nothing but free time.”
    She grunted , averting her gaze from his naked form. “Perhaps you should seek another occupation.”
    He grinned. Approaching until he towered over her, he placed his hands on her hips. His thumbs slid beneath her top. He drew circles on the sensitive skin of her belly. “Nikita, are you a commitmentphobe?”
    Her lips curled up in a wicked grin. “Nope. I’ve been committed to hunting witches since I reached eighteen.”
    “Say I wasn’t a witch? Then what?”
    She tilted her head back and studied him. She was beginning to find his mammoth size incredibly sexy. Like the feel of his big mitts on her. They could probably encircle her entire waist. Must be some throw back to cavewoman days because she certainly did not need a protector. “I would date you, but it wouldn’t last.”
    “Why not?”
    “I don’t have the best track record with relationships. I tend to forget that I’m in them.”
    “The men that forgettable?”
    “They probably didn’t think so. But yes. My work doesn’t leave a lot of room for cuddle time.”
    “It wouldn’t be that way for us. The bond-”
    “Why can’t you accept that I’m not witch bonding material?”
    “Because you’re my one.”
    Nikita rolled her eyes. So much for thinking last night would put an end to the soul mate talk. “You seem like a sweet guy. One of these days, you’re going to find the witch who’ll make sparks fly from your wand.” She winked at him as she stepped out of his embrace. Bending down, she picked up his clothes and handed them to him.
    He growled. “You seem to have an endless supply of anti-witch comments.”
    When he just stood there holding his clothes, she snapped. “Why don’t you shower and get dressed? I’ll make that toast for you. If you’re lucky, I might even butter it.”
    He held his arms out. “Something wrong with my current attire?”
    Her eyes swept over his naked form. He was all hard muscle and well-proportioned for a man of his size. Quite