Too Hexy For Her Broom: Magic and Mayhem Universe (Hot and Hexy) by Susan Hayes

Author:Susan Hayes [Hayes, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781988446639
Publisher: Black Scroll Publications Ltd.
Published: 2020-06-21T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

She’d forgotten more of her life than she’d remembered. It wasn’t fair. Who the hell had done this to her? Was it Baba Yaga? Snuffy thought so, but she wasn’t so sure. It didn’t fit. Then again, nothing seemed to fit right now, which was why she was outside, blowing up a bag of practice pucks. She’d always wanted to try skeet shooting, and now, she had her own private firing range.

She’d finally started feeling a little better, and then Connell had arrived, looking like sex on a stick, dipped in yummy sauce and sprinkled with a generous amount of hell yeah. No man had a right to look that good, especially not after keeping her awake all night with his sexy selkie mojo-thingy. This morning she was tired, turned-on, and so sexually frustrated she’d been tempted to throw herself into the ocean to cool her overheated libido. And now here he was, all charm and smiles, wearing a black faux-leather kilt and a charcoal grey knit sweater that did things to his upper body that were probably illegal in some countries.

“What have you done to me?” She demanded.

The sexy bastard just smiled at her and denied it. But he had to be the reason she’d been up all night. She’d summoned him with her tears, and now she was in thrall to some sort of selkie sex magic. He needed to break the spell so she could get back to dealing with all the other insane things happening in her life right now. She didn’t have time to fall into bed with him, no matter how good he looked in that damned kilt.

“Not that!” She stomped over to him and poked her finger into his very broad, very hard chest and tried to remember why she was mad at him. Oh. Right. Because he was taking up all her mental bandwidth right now, and she had shit to do. “Why. Can’t. I. Stop. Thinking. About. You?”

His next words stopped her heart, though the look in his eyes as he said them started it right back up again. He wanted her. But there was more to it than that. This wasn’t flirting. He wasn’t trying to sweet talk her into bed. He meant every crazy word.

“I’m your wha—?” Her question melted away as his kiss made her forget how to form words. Her knees buckled, and she had to hang onto his shirt to stop herself from sliding down the front of his body to his feet. Hmmm maybe that wasn’t a bad idea. From there she could see what he was wearing under that kilt.

Connell didn’t give her the chance. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her in close, kissing her like it was an Olympic sport and he was going for gold. He tasted even better than he smelled, like all her favourite things bound up into one incredible, hotter-than-the-sun package. She ran her hands down his back, following lines of muscle down to the firmest ass she’d ever laid hands on.

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