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bared skin. Her scent, rose oil and herbs, washed over him in a calming effect. His hand brushed her braid as he tugged her blouse down to free a perky breast that begged for his touch. Instead of following his baser instincts, Travis grasped the leather tie of her braid and tugged it off to toss it over his shoulder.
    “You should never tie your hair back, Rissa.” He pulled back to look at her as his fingers freed the thick, silken tresses. Her hair fell in waves over her shoulders, making him want to drool as she looked wild and wanton before him with one breast peeking out of the dark waves. “I shouldn’t be doing this.” He shook his head, pushing a shaking hand through his hair. One time could be called stupid, but twice in one night, not a mistake so much as a habit-forming act.
    “Nor should I,” Rissa whispered. “I should never have let you touch me, but what is meant, is meant. You can’t fight fate.” She pulled him back down to her, brushing her lips gently against his in a sweet kiss that touched some secret place within him. He held her shoulders as he let passion sweep over him. He realized she was right. Fate had thrown them together, giving him a means to gain her trust. He pushed his emotions aside as he let his body decide his path. He would physically love this woman, use her body to gain access to her mind, and finally destroy her and her coven.
    “One should never fight fate.” He growled as he lifted her off the counter. “Where...”
    “Bedroom is through that door.” She smiled and kissed the sensitive spot below his neck as he carried her, still wrapped around his waist, through the door and into the darkened room. A candle flickered to life on the stand beside a double bed. Travis almost dropped her as he stared at the burning wick. She was using magic right in front of him. Was she crazy, or that sure that he wouldn’t punish her for it? He decided it didn’t matter as her teeth nipped his earlobe. Justice would find her at some point.
    “Nice bedroom.” It was barren, except for a dresser, the bed, a stand, and a round mirror. The only feminine things about the room were a potted plant in the window sill and the frilly lace sheets beneath a white comforter.
    “Tell me you’re not here to critique my home-making skills. I failed home economics.” She gave him a teasing smile as she threaded her fingers through his thick hair.
    “Which part, the cooking or sewing?”
    “Oh, I can cook. I just can’t make curtains to save my soul.” She placed a quick kiss on his lips.
    “Good thing I’m not in need of any curtains right now.” He placed a knee on the bed and lowered them to the soft mattress. Her body was soft and pliant, welcoming his with open arms. Long dark hair fanned out, red highlights glinting in the low candlelight against the stark white of the pillow. Travis wanted nothing more than to melt into her as her emerald-colored eyes sparkled. She watched him with a hunger that matched his own as he completely lowered himself on top of her. Warm arms wrapped around him, holding him to her with hands that heated his flesh.
    “What are you in need of, dearie? ” One dark eyebrow rose as she grinned up at him with mischief glowing in her dark eyes.
    “You. Plain and simple.” He swallowed hard as her expression softened.
    “You have me.” The whisper was soft and inviting, a beckoning acceptance to fulfill every need, every wish he might ask of her. It humbled him, even though he knew what she was. In that one moment in time she wasn’t a Witch, wasn’t his enemy, she was a woman willing to share his every dream. He slowly bent his head to kiss her with a gentleness that was foreign to him.

Chapter Six
    Rissa sank into his kiss with a sigh of surrender. She was his. There was no fighting the need, the rightness of holding his hot body within her arms. She reveled in the hard contours of his muscular back. He was solid and steady, pure steel beneath her palms.