A Witch and Her Man (Jeff and Gail) (5 page)

"Go on," Gail urged softly when he did not elaborate.

"He was in his car at the bottom of
Lake
Cassum
. He'd been shot twice in the back of the head."

"I'm so sorry. Were you and Shorty close? I guess, I mean, were you and Shorty... lovers?"

He swerved and nearly drove off the road in reaction to her comment. "For Christ's sake no, Gail! I like girls. He was just a friend. A very close friend."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… I just tend to view relationships differently from the average person," Gail blurted.

He curtly responded with, "I can see that."

She kept her mouth shut the rest of the way home.

When they were safely inside her house, Gail went to her bedroom and closed the door. When she did not come out, he went to her door and knocked.

"Gail, I think we need to talk."

"Go away, please. Just go away," she called from the other side of the closed door.

"I won't go away until you talk to me face-to-face. If you still want me to go away then, I will."

Gail flung open the door. "What!" she demanded in a cross voice and with tears in her eyes.

"Damnation, Gail, what has gotten into you? What the hell did I do other than try to keep you safe? What did I do to make you so angry?"

Then the pieces began to fall together for him. At least he thought so.
She likes me, maybe just as much as I like her. If she only knew just how breathtaking I find her. That also explains the scanty way she dresses now. That explains a whole lot of things
. In spite of his irritation, he felt a grin come to his face.

"Is it because you think I don't find you attractive? If that is it, then Gail, you're dead wrong. I find you very attractive. I just don't want to cross the employer-employee line. You haven't been making it easy for me. It's been, uh, a long time, a very long time since I've been with a woman," he finished and waited for her answer.

Gail wiped her eyes, smearing her mascara and her expression brightened.
 
"So you actually like me?" she asked in a small voice.

"What's not to like? You have great looks, a wicked sense of humor and you're a good conversationalist. Of course you drive me crazy sometimes with your attitude and way of thinking, but I've come to appreciate that too. Plus you remind me of someone I once loved…" When she said nothing, he went on in exasperation, "Jesus, what's not to like?"

Gaining confidence, she shook her finger at him playfully. "That's the second time you've mentioned a deity I don't believe in, and in a derogatory manner. Am I going to have to wash your mouth out with soap?"

"I only cuss when I'm upset or feel helpless and right now, I feel both."

"I'm sorry I got mad. I was hurt more than mad anyway," she confessed and put her arms around him. She nuzzled her head into his chest.

He responded, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. He raised his hand and slipped a finger beneath her chin, gently raising her face to his. Every shred of professionalism in him screamed what he was about to do was wrong. He had just stated he would not cross the employee-employer line but… when she was snuggled against him this way… her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils and fogged his mind.
All of his high morals and beliefs concerning employee and employer relations went out the door, up in a puff of smoke.

Professionalism, be damned. 

He thought she was the most beautiful, desirable woman he had ever seen. If he were a cat, she would be catnip. Slowly, his mouth descended and he pressed his lips to hers. Hers were soft and yielding just as he had imagined they would be. Gail snuggled closer and their kiss deepened. The taste of her sweetness drove him out of his mind. Reluctantly, he pulled away, breathing hard and smiling.

"I liked that. I liked that a lot. Do it again," she purred as she reached up, wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him back down for another kiss. She traced the tip of her tongue along his lips, beckoning him to open to her.

Pulling her closer into his arms, he guided her back into her room and onto her bed. Without breaking the kiss, he removed his gun and set it on the nightstand. Slowly, he slid his hands down her sides, feeling her shapely curves. Even through her heavy work shirt he could feel her respond to his touch, pressing closer to him. They separated just enough for his fingers to start unbuttoning her shirt.

At the same time, her hands were busy undoing his. Jeff's hand slipped beneath her shirt and glided across the heavenly soft skin of her back, even softer and smoother than he had imagined. The last button on his shirt parted and they pressed together, flesh-to-flesh. His hand fumbled slightly but then unfastened the clasps of her bra. He held her at arms length and together they removed their shirts and her bra, tossing them on the floor.

Free of the bra that had hidden her, Jeff saw her dusky red areoles and rounded, tasty looking buds that surmounted them. He could hardly wait to sample them. Her nipples were hard, peaked and begging for attention. Kicking off their shoes, they came together, arms encircled once more, naked from the waist up.

Since he first met Gail, he had dreamed of this scene more than once. He resisted the urge to pinch himself and wake up. If this was an erotic dream, he did not wish to wake. He felt her hands working on his belt and fly. He quickly went to work on her blue jeans. They removed each other's pants, letting them pool around their ankles before kicking out of them. Boxers and panties joined other discarded clothing on the floor and they tumbled into bed in a tight embrace.

He wanted to possess her immediately. Her soft skin and strong muscles rippling just underneath aroused him almost beyond control.
Go slow
, he reminded himself. He wanted her to enjoy having sex with him just as much as he knew he was going to enjoy it with her. While trembling with need, Jeff forced his lips away from hers to kiss her chin and along her jaw to her neck. The wonderful taste of her lips, her fantastic scent, incredible body and the way her hands were caressing him made it very hard to delay. Her sharp inhale brought a brief smile to his lips just before he made a trail down her neck through the curvature and along her shoulder. Gail shuddered beneath him. With an effort, he separated from their tight encirclement to gaze upon her, to pace his excitement.

He let his gaze rove over her from head to toe. She had red eyebrows and long, red eyelashes that covered her green eyes; eyes that were closed at the present. She had a button nose with a few tiny freckles on each side and full, luscious lips. Her breasts were just large enough to fill his hand and mouth. Her nipples stuck straight up in arousal. She had a flat stomach and he noticed her sex was shaved bare. Her hips were well defined and led into shapely, toned legs.

****

Gail opened her eyes and saw Jeff studying her. She took the opportunity to let her gaze roam over his masculine face. His lips were thin but not overly so. Her fingers twined in the near invisible blond, curly hair between his pectorals. He had a tight body, flat stomach and his arms and legs were muscular, but not muscle bound like a body builder. He was also well endowed but not overly so. Altogether, he looked delicious.

He froze, motionless, and growled in frustration. "Condom," he whispered in her ear. "I don't have one. We can't do this."

"No need. I'm a witch. It'll be fine," she whispered back.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"What's that supposed to mean? That you're a witch? Can't witches get pregnant?"

"I'll explain later. We have better things to do right now than talk about that. Please, just trust me. Take me, I'm yours. Make love to me, Jeff. I need you."

That seemed to satisfy him. His wonderful stimulations resumed.

Their gazes met, their bodies melded together. When his erection slipped into her heated, slick womanhood, a tiny moan tumbled from her lips. She felt the walls of her vagina stretch to accommodate him. They closed around his cock, providing a wonderful feeling of fullness. A fleeting thought raced through her mind.
It's been a long time since I've been with a man. Since Nick, years ago.

She surrendered to the magical feeling of having Jeff inside her.

Slowly, she learned his body as he learned hers, establishing a rhythm that built in tempo as her arousal increased to boiling point. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment. A small shiver passed through her along with a warm feeling and then it was gone. Only belatedly, she recognized it for what it was.

Her small climax left behind a yearning for more, for something deeper, longer and more lasting. Jeff continued his thrusts. Within a few short minutes, another orgasm rode through her, rising deep in her core. His long, slow strokes stirred the embers inside her and stoked those embers into roaring flames. This time, she welcomed the strong wave of pleasure, embracing it just as she did him. Jolts like electrical current surged though her. Each one left her tingling and wanting the next. In far too short a time, the waves ebbed but already she could feel the next one building in her.

The taste of him, the feel of his skin on hers, the look in his eyes that said, "I want you, I need you," sent her desires soaring. She gave herself completely to him and yet demanded she receive all he had to offer. The pace of their grinding hips increased. She felt him start to swell and then explode.

With a loud moan instead of the scream she wanted to voice, she surrendered to the pinnacle of joy she had been holding back to release in unison with his climax. Like flashes of lightning, it tore through her. It made her entire body tingle. Her back arched, lifting her from the bed. Ecstasy raced through her. Her heart pounded wildly. No matter how hard she tried to remain floating among the clouds of euphoria, they slipped away from her grasp. Her racing pulse slowed and the prickling of her nerves ebbed. The intense feeling of climax faded leaving her incapable of the tiniest movement. Gail sighed. She was numb and weak but thoroughly satisfied.

Jeff rolled from her onto his back, panting from exertion. His arm wrapped around her and pulled her to his side, cradling her head against his chest. He kissed the top of her head.

"God, you're fantastic! That was mind numbing. You're like a fine wine. You're like an addictive drug, one that leaves you wanting so much more." He kissed the top of her head again and sighed in contentment. "Damn, I'm so tired. You exhausted me, beautiful." Soon, his heavy breathing signaled he had fallen asleep.

She grinned when he kissed her head.
Just how did he know I’d like that?
Tenderly, she kissed his neck and snuggled her head against it while her fingers caressed his chest hair. She ignored his reference to God. The truth was it did not really bother her. She just liked to tease him. Her thoughts turned to his other words. He had called her fantastic, beautiful, a fine wine and addictive drug. A shiver ran the length of her spine.

You are pretty damn fantastic yourself.
The smile on her lips grew wider. She echoed his sigh of contentment, closed her eyes and joined him in slumber.

****

Gail woke the next morning with her head resting on Jeff's chest.

"Good morning," he said when he felt her eyelashes tickle his chest. "Sleep well?"

"I don't know how much sleep I got, but I sure feel great," she laughed. "Would you like some coffee?" she asked, changing the subject.

"I thought you'd never ask," he responded with a smile.

"If you needed some that bad you know where it is and how to make it. You could have gotten up. You could have even made me some."

"And miss listening to you snore? I think not. Besides, I would've had to move you and untangle your legs."

Gail smacked him on his stomach and said in indignation, "I do not snore!"

He did not argue but just smiled.