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    Brandon’s tongue flicked against her, his breath driving her crazy. She felt his teeth graze her and writhed on the bed as she’d never writhed before. She had her hands locked in his hair, her hips were bucking of their own accord, and all her muscles were taut in anticipation. She was gasping and her heart was pounding, a trickle of perspiration sliding down the middle of her back.
    It was that light, those strange flames that licked her body and fed her passion. The entire room was radiant gold, even though there were no lights on, the darkness illuminated by the sparks that burned between her and Brandon.
    This was a love spell that totally delivered.
    And so did Brandon. Liz hadn’t had a partner before who was so determined to give as to receive. He urged her higher with every flick of his tongue. Liz struggled beneath his grip, not really wanting to break free. Her every nerve was singing and her blood was filled with an incendiary heat. She was sure she couldn’t stand it any longer.
    Then he flicked his tongue against her clitoris, and Liz came with a cry. The explosion roared through her body and she saw the sparks fly off her fingertips.
    She saw the wonder in Brandon’s expression and knew exactly how she was going to reciprocate. She reached for him, urging him to roll to his back. She was breathing heavily, the taste of salt on her lip. He leaned forward and kissed it away, his eyes twinkling with irresistible humor.
    â€œBehave,” she said, pretending to be stern. “It’s your turn.”
    He lay back, displaying himself to her, smiling as she looked. Liz peeled off his shirt, then ran her hands over his muscled chest in admiration. He had more than one tattoo, the dark ink striking against the amber of his tan.
    She slid her hands over that perfect six-pack, then slipped her fingers inside his shorts and eased them over his hips. He was hard and ready, and she stroked him as he kicked off his shorts. He looked like a god in the bed beside her, so perfectly formed and tanned that maybe he was an illusion.
    Liz wasn’t going to let him get away just yet. She folded her hand around him, then bent and took him in her mouth.
    She liked the way he moaned. His fingers slid into her hair, but he didn’t stop her or hurry her. Liz took her time. She caressed him and kissed him until he was even harder and thicker, liking the evidence of her power to please him. He whispered her name and stroked his fingertips over her shoulder.
    When he said her name with more urgency and reached for her, Liz’s heart skipped. He wanted her,not just pleasure in general. Her heart sang in recognition of a kindred spirit.
    She’d reconcile herself to the reappearance of magic in her life later. For now there was only Brandon and the promise of his touch. When he moaned her name, his voice hoarse with yearning, she moved to sit astride him. Brandon smiled at her and locked his hands around her waist.
    â€œI could have finished you off,” she teased.
    â€œNo.” He shook his head. “I want us to come together.”
    He slid his hands over her, cupping her breasts, then sliding one finger down to her wet heat. He touched her until she was shivering again, and Liz stretched higher to give him access. When her clitoris was hard again and her heart was pounding, Liz lowered her hips and took his strength inside her.
    Brandon closed his eyes and moaned. He faltered for a second; then he gripped her hips in his hands. Their gazes met and locked, the intensity of their desire crackling. Those flames danced and cavorted, making it look like there was a bonfire between them.
    Liz had never been so excited in her life. She could see Brandon’s pulse at his throat, couldn’t believe the brilliant glitter of his eyes. She felt as if they’d stepped into the middle of the sun, and tasted perspiration on her own lip.
    Then Brandon moved, slowly burying himself deep