Page 33 of The Tea Witch's Promise

In fact, Iwantedhim to know it, because only he'd be able to satisfy me.

I moaned into his mouth as his hands slid under my shirt and touched the sensitive skin of my stomach. His fingers were cold, slightly rough to the touch, and set my body on fire. I shivered as he grazed my nipple and ground against his lap.

His throaty moan made me quiver and I moved again, pleased when it evoked the same reaction. I was quickly becoming breathless and I wanted him to feel the same way. I reached between us and fumbled with his buttons until I could touch him.

He gasped and grew even harder. The look on his face was adorable, so dazed and yet present. He kissed me passionately while I teased him until he pulled my hand away.

"Pause or it's going to be over soon." He kissed my lips hungrily. "I'm not done with you yet."

His hand snuck between my legs and he pressed it exactly where I was aching for him. A groan escaped me and I muffled it in his neck, which made him breathe harder. His fingers moved at a steady rhythm until I couldn't take it anymore. I got up from his lap and undid my belt with shaky hands. The cold wind only made my body more reactive as I stripped off my clothes.

Brew's eyes widened and a small smile quirked his lips up as he admired me. He practically threw off his shirt and pulled me back onto him with desperation. I guided him into me, moaning in delight when he thrust upwards.

I didn't know if this was all chance or if we'd been inevitable from the start but it was exactly right. Brew and me, me and Brew. I hoped this would never end.

I kissed him with all my might, grateful that the universe had brought us together and planning to make the most of every moment.

Chapter17

Katie

Banjo barkedand scratched at the door, desperate to get out for our morning walk. I rolled my eyes as I pulled my boots on, something I was clearly doing far too slow for my familiar's taste. He could be an impatient dog at times, but I loved him even then.

He nudged me in the side and looked longingly at the door, as if it would magically open if he stared hard enough.

"You were never like this when it was just you and me," I chided him. At least he was excited about the change in our morning routine. I couldn't blame him for that, I liked it too.

I opened the door and Banjo raced out, leaving a trail of perfect footprints in the fresh snow, making it easy to see where he'd gone. The falling snow collected on his fur as he raced to the figure waiting for us at the end of the path. Sometimes, it seemed like Banjo was the happiest out of us all about this new relationship. Though that was only because he only really communicated joy and impatience.

With a smile, I left the farmhouse, shutting the heavy wooden door behind me, and made my way over to Brew. Snow had settled on his curls as well and I dusted it off, although it was mostly an excuse to touch him. With how fast the snowflakes were falling, his head would be covered again in no time.

He glanced around and stole a quick kiss. "Good morning, Katie."

I kissed him back, taking advantage of the early darkness. "Good morning."

Banjo barked too and pressed his snout against Brew's pocket.

"He's becoming very demanding," Brew joked as he pulled a piece of jerky out. "Do you want this, Mr Strings?"

I couldn't help but smile and watch with affection. It was so precious how he treated my familiar, I would never tire of it.

We set in motion and Brew kept me company for the first part of my patrol which was always devoid of people. It was my favourite part of the day, some quiet and private moments for just us.

I slipped my hand into his, enjoying the warmth even through our gloves. Banjo continued to bounce along up ahead, trying to catch the falling snow and then being surprised when it melted as soon as he caught it.

"Did Jasmine say when the dryad envoy was arriving?" I asked.

"A couple of weeks, I think," Brew responded. "And then we're going to have to be on our best behaviour."

I laughed. "All right, so you're going to have to climb through my bedroom window again instead of taking me to empty fields," I teased.

"I'd take you anywhere," he joked.

My cheeks heated at the insinuation, but there was no word of a lie in it. "At least Oliver is covering for us. It would be a lot harder if he wasn't."

"He's probably hoping we'll do the same when he finally asks Hana on a date."

"Do you think he's going to?" Even though it had been a couple of weeks since my brother had told us about his feelings for her, he didn't seem to have done anything about it yet.