Once in a Blue Moon: Beaux Rêve Coven, Book 1 Read Online Free Page B

dark hair and deeply tanned skin to his heavily muscled frame, she grew hot just thinking about the power in his hands, the sheer physicality he would bring to lovemaking. And she could scarcely contain her impatience.
    But she hadn’t told her sister witches that he’d been there last night, when each of them had sent their own private prayers to the Goddess.
    Hers, they’d have no trouble guessing. She’d been aroused by the dancing. Imagining him there. Sweet Goddess, she’d likely conjured a spell that had him walking like a zombie into the forest, she’d been that hot. He’d consumed her thoughts. Her mind had filled with lusty images to the point where her excitement had wet her sex and trickled down her thighs.
    Not that her sisters had teased her when they were done. They’d all been quiet, their thoughts turned inward, meditating on what they’d requested. Bryn wasn’t sure about the others, but when she’d walked back to the inn, she’d felt as though she was supercharged with moonlight, as though the blue moon had the strength of ten and all of its power had flowed over her body, sinking deep into her skin.
    She rounded the dough again and set it in a large bowl with a towel draped over it to allow it to rise again. She turned toward the doorway, intent on making beds and tidying the rooms the men had slept in, but she drew up short, shock taking away her breath. Ethan stood in the doorway.
    His gaze swept her head to toe, and she knew he was remembering her nude in the moonlight.
    Her cheeks filled with heat, and her glance fell away. “You must have a dozen questions,” she said quietly.
    “I hoped I’d catch you alone.”
    “Oh?” She raised her head, cursing the fact her heart leapt at his words.
    “I wanted to apologize for spying on you.”
    She stood still, waiting for him to ask about what he’d seen. Five women dancing naked in the moonlight—she could only imagine what thoughts were running through his mind.
    “I heard you leave.” He shrugged. “I live in New Orleans. A woman walking alone at night…”
    “You were concerned? You shouldn’t have been. Other than snakes and the occasional alligator, it’s pretty safe here in Bonne Nuit.”
    “I was concerned but also curious. I wondered if there was a man you were meeting.”
    His cheeks darkened with his admission, and she nearly smiled. Had he been jealous? “I don’t have anyone in my life…like that.”
    His breath left in a slow stream. “That’s good to hear.”
    Glad he was brushing off the strange happenings he’d witnessed, she offered him a smile. “Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich, and there’s still a slice left of that apple pie.”
    “I’d like the pie, if you don’t mind.”
    She shuttered her expression, thrilled at another chance to work her spell. “I’ll get you a slice. Coffee or tea?”
    “Coffee would be nice.”
    As she busied herself serving him, she was aware of the way his dark gaze followed her every move. His attention pleased her. So did his appearance. Again, he wore khaki cargo pants and a dark tee bearing his company’s logo over his heart. The soft cotton stretched across his broad chest.
    His short dark hair was cut close to his head. His beard must be heavy because he’d been clean-shaven that morning at breakfast but now a shadow darkened his jaw. She wished she could rub her palm over it and feel the stiff bristles. Who was she kidding? She wished she could rub her hands over his entire body. He was so large and imposing. So dark and exciting.
    She set a plate and a mug on the kitchen table, poured a mug for herself and took a seat opposite him, watching as he ate.
    His appreciation for her effort was there in his blissful expression when he took his first bite. “Lady, you can bake.”
    “I love to cook. It’s why I chose to run a B&B.”
    His gaze studied her. “The bridge being washed away must have hurt business.”
    She shrugged. “Not so many folks come