Bewitch Me - A Halloween Collection Read Online Free

What's wrong?”
    Stuffing his dick back into his pants, Wes didn’t bother to zip, but practically lunged across the little room to reach her. She held him back with a hand against his chest, wiping her eyes.
    “Happy now? You proved your point. It’s bad enough that you're a walking advertisement for sex. Anything else you want to share? Maybe your tears can cure cancer?”
    She was getting hysterical, but Wes was still baffled. Unable to keep himself from touching her, he stroked her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
    God, she’s soft.
    Jane glared at him, her eyes red and puffy.
    “You're gorgeous, rich, powerful, and apparently you can provide screaming orgasms at will. You should out there with one of those magically enhanced nymphos that have the sucking power of a wet vac.”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Look at me!” exclaimed Jane, and threw her arms out.
    “You’re beautiful,” said Wes.
    “Yeah, right,” Jane scoffed, “I get no sleep, piece of clothing I own is from a thrift store, and it’s a good month if I can afford conditioner.”
    Wes sat back on his haunches, stunned, as another piece of the puzzle that was Jane clicked into place.
    “I just figured it out. You're a snob.”
    “I am not!”
    Outraged, she smacked his chest.
    “A reverse snob,” amended Wes, “You have it hard, so you look down on anyone who doesn’t.”
    Jane looked guilty, and blushed.
    “That’s not true,” she muttered.
     
    OKAY, IT MIGHT BE the tiniest bit true, thought Jane, but she didn’t mean to.
    It was hard to grow up the way she had, fighting for every little success, suspicious of people who seemed to have it easy. Even Esme seemed to float through life, not a care in the world. Of course, everyone had difficulties. Jane knew that, but it was hard for her to understand how someone as effortlessly sexy and successful as Wes Proctor could take an interest in mousy little her.
    Wes edged closer, his thumb wiping a stray tear from her cheek.
    “I wanted you the first time I saw you, Jane, before I knew anything about you, and every day, I want you even more.”
    He made it sound so simple.
    Giving her plenty of time to pull away, Wes leaned down to brush his lips against hers once, and then again, lingering. He tilted her chin up and tasted her more fully, tangling his tongue with hers until her toes curled, a gentle, seductive tease.  He finally pulled back, and Jane was pleased to note that his breathing was as affected as hers. She was dying to touch him, but he overwhelmed her.
    What if I can’t satisfy him?
    “Boy, that ex of yours really did a number on you,” said Wes, “What’s on your mind?”
    Jane tried to find the right words, but she was distracted. Somehow, his clever fingers had tugged her shirt from her skirt and were now exploring the soft skin of her waist, teasing lightly under the waistband, making it incredibly difficult to concentrate.
    She settled on a vague, “You’re too much.”
    “No such thing, baby,” said Wes, licking a spot under her jaw, “Besides, there isn’t a thing about you that doesn’t bring me to my knees. Stand up.”
    He helped her to her feet, settling himself between her legs as she leaned against the door.
    “Wes –”
    Jane wrestled with the reality of the moment. This big, gorgeous man who could have his pick of any woman in the city, who could turn her into a toadstool if he felt like it, wanted her, was licking his lips as those beautiful hands slid her skirt up her thighs to gather at her waist.
    “I love Halloween,” he murmured reverently, tracing the band of her demure black panties edged in orange lace.
    He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss against the bow at the waist and Jane shuddered.
    “Can I taste you?” he asked, hopeful.
    Jane felt off balance. She was used to her ex just demanding, expecting, taking.
    “If you want to,” she managed, blushing as Wes chuckled.
    He didn't seem to expect anything from her as