The Entanglement of Rival Wizards (Magic and Romance, #1)

by Sara Raasch

His hand climbs my stomach. All the air leaves my lungs in a punctured groan that he has to feel, the rumble of it; he moves his hand up under my shirt, sliding between my pecs until he’s gripping my neck and the lights go scarlet. The beat falls again, but we miss the jump. He’s holding my body to him with his hand on my neck and fuck it if I’m not a boneless, compliant mess. On the next swaying grind of my hips, he cants into me, letting me feel he’s as hard as I am, and the knowledge skitters across my sweat-slicked skin like a gust of wind. Goose bumps erupt everywhere; I shiver in their attack. My lips part, eyes pinched shut like I’m in pain. I am. It hurts, and it doesn’t, and that hurts, too. His fingers spasm on the pulse point in my neck. I turn my head and I know his face is right there. I can taste the heat on his mouth. Our lips touch, a scratchy brush. His thumb will leave a bruise under my jaw, and we hold there, panting into each other’s mouths, bodies pressed together, limbs tangled. We’re not dancing anymore. Just—just gasping, miring in each other.