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

Threads of longing tickled her belly, turning into a hot wave of desperate, agonizing need. Bernie’s thighs clenched, her hands fell from Ridge’s hair to the comforter, where she grabbed fistfuls of the material and drove her hips upward.

The rush of white-hot heat came without warning, crashing into her, making her shake as Ridge continued to stroke her with the rasp of his tongue until she came with a small scream. Her body stiffened, tight as an arrow poised on a bow, going rigid, pulling every muscle in her body until it let go, letting her down with a last tremor of climax.

His large hands soothed her heated flesh, smoothing away the last of the tension as he eased upward along her body until they were face-to-face once again.

Ridge’s eyes met hers when she cradled his jaw with her hands and captured his mouth once more, tasting herself on his lips, groaning at how quickly he reignited her desire for him.

His cock was rock-hard against her thigh, prompting her to explore his every inch with her hands. She roamed them over his wide back, moving with ease over each muscle, then changing direction and skimming his chest, planting her palms over his nipples.

Lower and lower, she trailed her hands down until they wrapped around his cock, smooth, lightly veined.

Ridge’s groan made her smile against his mouth, encouraged her to roll him to his back and kiss her way down the lines of his abs, relishing the taste of his skin on her tongue.

Bernie hovered for only a moment, her breath against his shaft making him buck, before she flicked her tongue over his entire length then enveloped him between her lips. The slide downward was slow and easy while she twisted her tongue, letting her teeth lightly graze as she went.

Ridge wrapped her hair in his hand and lifted his thigh, driving into her mouth again and again with a long moan then pulling away and gripping her shoulders, lifting her upward until their skin met once more.

She hissed as their flesh connected, raising her leg, allowing Ridge to set her on top of him. When she straddled his hips, Bernie sighed, falling forward on his chest and letting her cheek rest there. His heart beat strong against her ear as she melted into him.

Eyes closed, she savored the length of him, relished their hot blend of skin.

In that moment, she discovered she’d never felt quite like this with anyone else. There hadn’t been many lovers in her lifetime, and none of them evoked this kind of contentment in her quite the way her body connected with Ridge’s did.

His strong arms went up around her back, his chin to the top of her head, and despite their clear need, they lie that way for a moment, absorbing each other, breathing in time together.

But the press of his cock against her abdomen was insistent, prompting her to sit up and lift her hips using her knees. Bernie didn’t stop to think about anything but wanting him inside her—now.

Grasping his cock, Ridge settled at her entry then eased her down along his shaft. It pulsed inside her, making her plant a hand on his chest to keep steady, the pleasure was so intense.

Rolling her hips, Bernie adjusted to his width as Ridge stretched her deliciously and then the first pang of heightening desire hit her, low and slow, wending its way between her legs.

Ridge cupped her breast while the rhythm of his hips matched hers, easy but increasing with each thrust until their gasps mingled.

Her nipples tightened when Ridge used his thumb to spread her flesh and skim her clit. She kneaded his chest with desperate hands as he stoked her inside and out.

Ridge’s muscles began to tighten beneath her, his thrusts growing more urgent. But when he reached around her and gripped her ass, grinding her against him, the tickle of crisp pubic hair coupled with his cock deeply imbedded inside drove her right over the edge.

A pulsing, electric wave of sharp pleasure made her head fall back on her shoulders and her eyes roll back in her head, and with one of Ridge’s wide hands braced lightly against her throat and the other clenching her ass, they came.

Hard, long, with hot moans of satisfaction.

His muscled arms enveloped her, urged her closer as he took his last thrust, his lips pressing a sizzling kiss against hers.

Bernie collapsed then, boneless and sated, burying her face in the strong column of his neck, listening to him catch his breath.

Giving her a light nudge, he asked, “Phew. Was that the new eggshell-less Bernie?”

Laughter spilled from her mouth. “Yes.”

“I vote eggshell-free for life,” he murmured into her ear with a chuckle.

Yeah. She was good with that, too.



Ridge poured them each a glass of wine, handing her one that she accepted with gratitude. He’d set them up on the bed in his deep-burgundy and forest-green bedroom, heating the very cold pizza in the oven and serving it up on paper plates.

He huddled under the covers with her, propping the pillows up behind them and keeping her close.

As she took a sip of the wine, her eyes widened in appreciation, making her lick her lips. “That’s so good. It’s been a long time since I’ve had wine.”