Spells Trouble by Kristin Cast (mystery books to read .txt) 📕

She led him upstairs to her room and the bed she’d never, in sixteen years, let any boy so much as sit on. That wasn’t because Abigail had been uptight about sex—her mom had definitely not been like that. Mercy had never had a guy in her room before because until Kirk she’d never been in love.

Mercy guided Kirk to the bed and then playfully pushed him down on it. Laughing, she fell on top of him as they resumed their passionate kisses. Kirk’s hands quickly went under her dress again, and she was glad that she hadn’t bothered with a bra as he squeezed her breasts. She let her hands roam his body. His PROPERTY OF GOODE ATHLETIC DEPARTMENT tee was easy to untuck and she loved the way his hard, smooth muscles felt under it.

Kirk broke their kiss long enough to pull off his shirt and toss it to the floor. Then he raised a brow at her. “Your turn.”

Mercy hesitated.

“Hey.” He touched her cheek gently again. “We won’t do anything you don’t wanna do. No matter what, you say stop and I stop. Promise.”

She bit her lip and then spoke softly. “I—I want to, but I don’t think I’m ready for more than just, you know, making out and stuff right now.”

“That’s okay. Seriously. You have to be into it, too. I can wait.” Kirk met her gaze and said simply, “I love you, Mercy Goode. You’re worth the wait.” He started to reach for his T-shirt.

Mercy’s hand stopped him. “I love you, too, Kirk.”

“Babe, that means so much. You’re the only woman I’ve said that to except my mom.” He looked away, blinking fast. “And then she left me.”

Mercy pulled him into her arms. “I won’t leave you. Ever.”

His kiss was deep and hot, but he broke it off, reaching for his shirt again.

Again, she stopped him, only this time she said, “Don’t put that on. I want to be close to you and your skin feels so good.”

Kirk dropped the tee and then plucked at the ruffled hem of her dress. He gave her a cute, cocky smile. “It would feel even better against your skin.”

And that did it. Mercy wanted to feel something besides sadness and worry and fear. She wanted to feel warmth and happiness—she wanted to feel safe again. Kirk made her feel safe, and he loved her. Mercy reached down and peeled her dress over her head so that all she wore were her panties and a tentative smile.

Kirk sucked in a sharp breath as he stared at her. Slowly, he reached out and lifted one of her breasts. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

“No,” she whispered. “Tell me.”

Tenderly, his thumb caressed her nipple, causing it to harden as Mercy’s back arched and a jolt of pleasure sizzled through her body. “You’re not a witch. You’re a goddess.” His breath was ragged as his lips replaced his thumb.

Mercy wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders as she straddled him. He was right. The sensation of his hot, sweat-slick flesh against her naked skin felt so incredibly good that her world narrowed and she could think of nothing except the pleasure that pulsed through her body. She moved her hips so that the warm wetness between her legs found the hardness that pressed against his jeans, and he moaned again.

“You’re so sexy. You feel amazing.”

Mercy’s hands found his nipples—smaller and tighter than hers—but his sharp intake of breath as she gently teased them made her believe that they were as sensitive. Emboldened, her hands explored downward. Her fingers traveled to the six-pack that all the girls drooled over whenever he took off his shirt after football practice.

His moan was deeper. “Ah, god! You’re killing me,” he said as her searching fingers found his belt buckle.

“Do you want me to stop?” she whispered.

“Hell no!”

She smiled and felt unbelievably powerful as she pushed him back on the bed. Mercy moved off his lap as she unbuckled his belt and then slowly opened his jeans. As she reached inside them to touch him Kirk shifted so that his hand could explore her bare thighs.

“Do whatever you want.” He sounded breathless.

Mercy did whatever she wanted. She’d seen penises before. The internet was full of them. But she’d never touched one, and the hardness of it surprised her. She ran her hand up and down the thick length of him as his hips lifted and jerked in response. Mercy was surprised by how much she liked touching him, stroking him. It was incredible and powerful and sexy how just a small touch, a soft stroke, had him moaning and sounding like he’d just run several lengths of the football field.

She was intrigued by the drops of clear liquid that dewed the head of his penis. Mercy rubbed them gently around as Kirk gasped and whispered how good it felt and how much he loved her. And when her head dipped and her tongue replaced her fingers he groaned like she really was killing him.

“Don’t stop! Oh, you fucking gorgeous goddess, do not stop!”

So, Mercy didn’t. As her mouth covered him and she experimented by sucking and licking the thick, hard length of him, Kirk’s hand slipped inside her panties. She knew how to touch herself—she knew what made her orgasm—and she rocked against his searching fingers until he found the right spot and then she moved her hips in time with her mouth.

Kirk came first, surprising Mercy with the heat and force of it, but then she sank into the waves of pleasure that cascaded through her body, making her hips buck against his hand as her orgasm engulfed her. She kept sucking and licking as another orgasm and then another rippled through her until finally she was breathing so hard she had to fall limply back on the bed. She crawled up so that she lay in the crook of his sweaty arm while their breathing slowed together.

“You are