Witch Is The New Black (Paris, Texas Romance #3)

“Is this what’s holding us up? My crappy reciprocal flirting skills?”


“Yeah, this is what’s holding us up! And it has nothing to do with flirting. It has to do with the vibe you give off. I couldn’t figure you out. You sure didn’t seem to mind kissing me, but then you’d avoid the hell out of me right after—for days. How, I ask you, how is a man supposed to know the signs when your signs are written in Chinese?”

Bernie burst out laughing, letting her head fall back on her shoulders as she remembered what Winnie had said to her tonight. “That’s very fair. I’m sorry, but if you’re interested, I took an English class and here’s the score. I don’t want to study witchcraft with you. I lust for you. Let’s get it on.”

Now Ridge laughed, the rumble of his chest sending chills along her arms. “Then from here on out, just say it. Don’t beat around the bush with me, because you could drive a man out of his damn mind.”

“From here on out?”

“Were you thinking this would be a one-time thing? Because if so, I’ll have to respectfully decline and just have raunchy dreams about you to tide me over until I can change your mind.”

Her pulse throbbed in her eardrums and her heart melted in her chest. “But I thought you were going back to Dallas? Calla said you were when I was you.”

“Hey, I have a good idea. Let’s not talk about any of that right now. Let’s just not talk at all. We can do that afterward. I’ve waited a long time for this, and we’ve done a lot of talking up to this point.”

“So game on?” she asked with a cheeky grin.

“Game on, lady. Game so on.”

Ridge recaptured her mouth, driving his tongue between her lips, inhaling her soft moan. His mouth was smooth, hot, and demanding she respond.

Her fingers found his hair, threading into it, gripping the strands of silk as their bodies melded together.

Ridge walked backward with her legs still securely around his waist, the bulge of his rigid shaft pressing into the vee of her thighs. He made his way down a long hall and ducked into a room, kneading her ass as they went.

He set her on the bed, only the dim glow of a nightlight casting shadows in the room, and then he kneeled in front of her, taking her breath away.

Driving her shirt upward and over her head, Ridge didn’t waste any time unsnapping her bra and pushing it off. He moaned when he exposed her breasts, cupping them, circling her nipples with exquisitely measured movements until they tightened almost unbearably.

A hot wave of need pooled in her belly, and when Ridge leaned forward to brush his mouth over her rigid nipple, she thought she might pass out.

He splayed a hand over her chest to settle her on her back, his dark skin against her paler flesh mesmerizing her.

Bernie’s back met the bed, the cool of the puffy comforter a stark contrast to her heated flesh. Shivers ran along her arms as Ridge slipped her jeans and panties off, leaving her open to his gaze.

He trailed kisses along her thighs, over her rib cage, flitting his tongue into her belly button before he slipped along her length and found her mouth again. “You’re beautiful, Bernie. So beautiful. So damn soft and hot,” he whispered thick and low as he parted her legs and thrust a finger inside her.

Bernie’s hips bucked upward, the stab of pleasure so intense, she almost came, but Ridge eased his finger back out of her, making her whimper.

Lifting off the bed, he began to undress, giving her a glimpse of how incredibly beautiful he was. His chest was wide, bronzed from his work on the farm, with just a light sprinkle of hair between his well-defined pecs.

A lean waist led to equally lean hips and a rigid man-v of hipbones. Thick thighs, doused with that same hair, bulged and flexed when he drew his jeans over them.

And then he was as deliciously naked as she, his cock driving upward, long and solid. Bernie’s heart pounded simply looking at him. He was rugged and manly and she wanted all of him right now.

Ridge spread her thighs apart, gazing down into her eyes before kneeling again, dipping his head low, his hair rubbing against her sensitive skin.

The first swipe of his tongue against her clit made her see colors behind her eyes, flashing neon-bright.

She rose up on her elbows and thrust her hips upward toward more pleasure, but found she couldn’t hold herself up. She fell back on the bed and her fingers found his hair again, gripping it at either side of his head as he teased her clit, stroking it, flattening his tongue against the throbbing nub, making her writhe. Tear stung her eyes, his mouth feeling so perfect against her flesh until she couldn’t stand it any longer.