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lodged in his throat, and his hand settled on the doorknob. He shouldn't go in, but then, he shouldn't be hiding her from the police, either.
    Silent hinges allowed him to step inside the bathroom unnoticed. All guilty thoughts fled, dissipating to mingle with the steam fogging the mirror above the pedestal sink.
    Noelle, her hair piled atop her head in a haphazard bun, reclined against the back of the tub, eyes closed and lips pursed as she sang softly. She'd filled the tub with frothy bubbles, but her puckered nipples peeked out of the white foam. Water glistened on the smooth column of her throat, and a thin trickle of moisture slid down between her breasts.
    The images pummelled him, and as much as he knew he should turn away, he couldn't move, couldn't breathe. His cock took over, propelling him forward until he knelt by the edge of the tub.
    Noelle's eyes opened, and instead of gasping as he expected, she smiled, long lashes blinking. “Hi, again."
    Jacob dipped two fingers in the water, testing the warmth. “I didn't expect to find you here."
    Her brows rose. “You told me to stay here."
    "I meant in the tub.” He heard the hoarseness in his own voice.
    "I didn't think you would mind."
    His fingers edged closer to one nipple. “I don't."
    She shifted, and her breast made contact with the side of his hand. “You know, I've been thinking about something since you left."
    "Yeah, what's that?” Was that his voice that came out sounding like the engine of a freight train?
    "You ... and what we started before you left. I'm getting the distinct impression you want me, but you don't want to want me."
    Jacob leaned in closer, breathing in the scent of the fragrant bubbles and her feminine essence. “Did you put a spell on me?"
    "So you finally believe I'm a witch now, do you?"
    "How could I not?"
    "I'm sure you could figure out a way if you wanted to continue to disbelieve my existence."
    He glossed over one nipple with just the pad of his index finger. “You didn't answer my first question. Did you bewitch me?"
    She let out a breathy sigh. “Weren't you listening when I told you I wasn't a very good witch?” She closed her eyes. “The attraction you feel is real."
    His hand slipped beneath the heated water, sliding along her ribcage. “And did you sleep with my uncle?"
    Her eyes popped open. “No, I didn't."
    "How can you be sure?” He inched his fingers even lower, encountering soft, wet curls and slick flesh. Sweet Jesus. Any minute now, his cock was going to burst out of his sharply creased slacks.
    "A woman knows when she's had sex, Jacob.” Her lashes lowered to half-mast. “She feels different. When I woke up this morning, I felt the same as I did the night before and the night before that."
    His lips twitched. “So it's been a while, has it?"
    "You could say that."
    He palmed her mound, and the heat singed his skin. “Want to change that?"
    She lifted her hips, pressing into his hand. “I do believe I do."
    Jacob stood, dipped both hands beneath her, and lifted her into his arms. Water dripped down the front of his shirt as he shifted her wet, slippery body against his chest. “I was hoping you'd say that.” He carried her out of the bathroom and down the hall.
    * * * *
    The second Noelle's back touched the mattress, she summoned the can of whipped cream. Jacob looked over his shoulder, and Noelle whispered a naughty suggestion in his ear.
    He let loose with a curse and covered her body with his. Everywhere he touched her, she burned. Any second now, she would implode.
    The cool air had beaded her nipples, causing their pebbled tightness to press against Jacob's soaked shirt. Her stomach muscles tightened, and a rush of heat enveloped her pussy.
    He smelled divine. Good enough to eat, which was exactly what she had in mind before the day ended. Just one of those wicked thoughts while she'd soaked in the tub.
    "I want to fuck you so badly,” Jacob growled, his lips hovering over hers.
    Noelle gave