Free To Love A Witch (A Novel Nibbles title) by Debora Geary Page A

his head. “It wouldn’t have been
enough.”
    Reaching inside, Romy pulled magic to her
fingertips until they glowed softly. She stood up and held out her
hands. “Love me, Jake.”
    He got up from the table and touched his
fingertips to hers, moving their hands up until they stood, palms
touching. She could feel the magic pulsing. This time it was she
who spoke the words.
    “ Take our magic, his and mine
    Two into one, by love’s design.”
    She felt the buzz run through her. His grin lit.
“Not bad for an amateur.”
    The needs she’d managed to quiet down over
dinner were back and screaming for an outlet. What was she, a
teenage boy?
    Her magic might be under control, but her
hormones definitely weren’t. “I need you to know two things. One,
you matter to me. A lot. And two, I’m fighting a really big need to
rip your clothes off. Carla says it’s a side effect of the
magic.”
    He put his hands on her face. “One. I love you.
A lot.” He kissed her gently.
    “Two—Franco seems to be a very happy man, so I’d
suggest you stop fighting with yourself.”
    She ran her hands up under his T-shirt and felt
the earth rumble, just a little. He pulled the shirt over his head
and sent whatever self-control she had left careening into the
ditch. Her shirt followed moments after.
    He swooped her up and started walking. When cool
air hit her skin, she stopped kissing him long enough to look
around. “This isn’t your bedroom.”
    He shook his head. “The back yard’s private. And
given the tenuous control I have right now, I’d say we’re likely to
float sometime this evening. I’ll bang my head on the ceiling if we
stay inside.”
    It took Romy a moment to figure out what he was
saying. “You fly during sex?”
    He grinned. “I was sixteen the last time it
happened. If it does, don’t let go.”
    She couldn’t stop the giggles as he plunked her
feet on the ground and pulled her down to the cool grass. His eyes
darkened. “Don’t let go.”
    Then her need to touch and claim blew all words
away. She reached for him with magic, need, and the love she wasn’t
quite yet ready to speak.
    His hands ran over her body, peeling clothes and
leaving her screaming for more. When he finally slid a hand between
her legs, she wasn’t sure whether the quaking started inside or
out.
    Rolling on top of him, she reached for his hands
and laced their fingers. Then she rode and fed the fire in both of
them.

Chapter 15

    Jake rolled over in bed and saw sunlight
streaming in the windows. Romy lay beside him, quietly snoring.
    He picked up the covers gingerly and peeked down
at his body. Yup, certain important parts were still attached. And
yup, he had a couple of red hand marks on his chest. He knew
exactly when those had happened; it was a particularly fond memory
from the wee hours of the morning.
    The essentials checked out, she was still
snoring, and he was starving. After last night, they’d both need
some breakfast. His culinary skills extended to bacon and eggs.
    Resisting the urge to wake her, he slipped out
of bed and headed to the kitchen, pulling on a shirt and shorts on
the way. He could get really used to this.
    In the kitchen, he started the bacon and checked
his phone messages. Carla had called at the crack of dawn with
status updates on everyone and an invite to Sunday dinner. His
buddy Duncan had sent a text—Sentinel had approved Jake’s personnel
request.
    Excellent. The New Mexico zone was a mess, and
he needed help to clean it up. He hoped a certain redhead might be
interested.
    “What are you grinning at?”
    He looked over at the love of his life. She was
most definitely not a morning person. Her eyes were bleary and
barely conscious, and her hands had gotten stuck halfway through
her hair.
    Perfect timing. “Want a job?”
    “Sure. Can I have some coffee?”
    Not just yet. He knew better than to wake her up
too fast. “I want you to work with me.”
    Romy plunked into a chair at the table.