The lengths he had had to go through to find out I was a witch and I attended high school made me like his perseverance in his search for me.
“Now, my turn,” he said excitedly when I no longer asked for anything, rubbing his hands together in caricature-like delight, making me giggle. “God, I love that sound.” I heard him mutter just as the waiter placed the two fuming hot pizzas in front of us.
“So, what can you tell me about yourself?” Seeing as the pizza was rather untouchable at the moment, it was no wonder we were still playing twenty questions.
I pondered on what to share for a moment and then just let go, saying the first thing that came to my mind, “Well, I’ve been on a few dates, but I’ve never had a real boyfriend.” His eyes narrowed at that and I realized it might have not been the best bit of information to start with.
Tsk, it’s not like he’s an innocent virgin, I mentally rolled my eyes at his possessive ways and then carried on, “I’ve never gotten drunk and I don’t intend to in the future, ever... and I only went to a club once.”
“Why the no-drinking policy?” He sounded really curious and I could understand where he was coming from. It wasn’t everyday someone my age told you they didn’t like the idea of getting wasted.
“Werewolves and vampires can hold their liquor, us witches are just human, you know,” I started in a rather flat tone as he took his first bite of pizza. He gave me a thumb up to tell me it was okay to dive in, “I get into enough trouble as it is, no?” I smirked playfully.
“That you do,” he immediately agreed, narrowing his eyes at me but there was no heat to his glare and there was a smirk that betrayed his mirth.
Was it normal that every little thing he did seemed unique? How could a simple smirk look so sexy? Better yet, how could his eyes have so much hold on me? I hadn’t been able to look him in the eyes as he had told me about The Oracle, they were too distracting.
Damn the mate bond and damn his eyes! Even the mental curse wasn’t all that. It came out as purr as a matter of fact. If even my snarky side was getting overwhelmed, it did not bode well.
Just dig in, girl.
I grabbed a slice and bit into it. Seconds later, I was moaning at the taste. It had to be, hands down, the best pizza I ever had – even more reason to come back again. As I heard Jonathan’s unexpected low growl, I snapped my eyes open in fear.
What’s going on? I turned my head around frantically, dumbly looking for a threat, and finding none –or at least recognizing none. Two of the earlier three couples were still at their tables, no newcomers, and the waiter didn’t really scream ‘danger’ to me... but then again witches’ senses weren’t as sharp as werewolves’ so I couldn’t say for sure.
“What are you doing?” He sounded genuinely intrigued and yet somehow there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Why did you growl?” I countered puzzled, cocking my eyebrow at him, my delicious pizza sadly forgotten.
“You moaned,” he drawled huskily, and that’s when I noticed his eyes weren’t their normal electric blue color but several shades darker.
Stupid me! I silently breathed out a relieved sigh. Stupid Jonathan making me worry for nothing and stupid me overthinking things.
“I’ll be careful from now on,” I dropped my gaze to the beloved pizza, face aflame, desire pooling in my lower body.
“I can smell you,” I saw him lick his lips in a suggestive way and it was all I could not to moan again –or whimper in dismay. But then again, both sounds would probably earn me another growl.
Growling is sexy, a part of me argued and I mentally nodded yet rolled my eyes at the same time. I was having conflicted feelings about it, but the growling-is-sexy team was winning.
“Stop your dirty thoughts or I won’t be responsible for my actions,” If I had thought I knew what a bedroom voice was before, I was very mistaken.
I whimpered, feeling myself losing the denial battle and the situation getting out of control despite my efforts. My mind was utterly and completely outraged at my body’s response but there was no reasoning with hormones.
“Okay, that’s it,” he all but growled, standing up, “restroom, now!” He hissed the last word at me as he grabbed my arm – in a surprisingly gentle hold considering his tone – and made me stand up.
“But the pizza...” I argued, failing in my panic and lustful daze to find a better protest.
“The pizza will wait,” he bit out tersely in a murmur as he led me to the restroom, which thankfully wasn’t too far from us.
As soon as we stepped in the rather well-decorated bathroom, he swiftly locked us in and turned towards me, his eyes full of delicious intent and dark promises. The excuses my mind had come up with for me to get out of there vanished in thin air. Linear thinking was no longer possible, and it seemed the only reason I was still alive was so I could be consumed by this very man I had been thinking of rejecting just hours ago.
His left hand cradled my face before he leaned in for the kill. The kiss wasn’t merely passionate, it was passion incarnated. His arm brought me flush against him, the softness of my curves meeting the hardness of his muscles, and it was only his strong arm around me that kept me from falling.
I was overwhelmed. I was getting
