He’d nearly expired of shock when he’d discovered the witch from the bar and his fantasy babe were one and the same. It had taken a lot of will power not to take her right then and there. The mating urge rode him hard once he realized who she was. It still did. He could even picture it, her delicious body denuded and bent over, welcoming his hard thrusts. If they’d not gotten interrupted, he wondered just how far he could have seduced her. He could tell by her scent that she desired him, much as it annoyed her. Actually, his lack of control annoyed him too. The woman truly was a witch. But hornier than he’d ever been, he couldn’t seem to help himself. He found himself unwillingly drawn to her like a fly to a Venus fly trap, and when the jaws snapped shut... Damn, I’ll bet the pleasure is worth the pain. Maybe he should try for another kiss. As if she’d read his mind, she jumped up from the chair she’d ensconced herself in and departed with a brisk walk.
