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feeling she’d gone without for too long. She’d made a
difference, and right now, with Drake by her side, she reveled in
who and what she was.
    Moonlight lit the street when Drake parked
in front of Poppy’s house. She’d left a light on inside the living
room, a beacon in the dark.
    Drake exited the car, rounding the vehicle
to open her door. He held it open, waiting, watching. She shivered
under his gaze, his eyes caressing her, possessive, intense. She
wasn’t afraid of it. It was… delicious.
    Taking her hand, he slowly drew her out of
the car and into his arms. “Thank you for letting me stay with you
today. I’ll never forget it.”
    Her heart raced at his touch. With Molly’s
disappearance, she hadn’t thought about what had almost happened in
her kitchen earlier. What was happening now.
    Awareness prickled her skin as he rubbed his
cheek against her hair, breathing deeply. Her belly flipped and
energy hummed along her skin. This was power. Pure, raw, power. It
surged through her during spells, filling her until it left her
bereft. Feeling Drake around her, holding her, it was the same
heady sensation. Greedy for more, she pressed into him, relishing
the hiss that escaped his lips.
    “I needed you there,” she said. In magic,
she’d never needed anything. Had never leaned on anyone. She’d
always been enough. But Drake had given her something that she’d
lacked. She’d felt confident, secure. The tendrils of doubt that
normally bound her were absent.
    She tilted her head back so he’d see the
truth in her eyes. “I needed you.”
    Fire lit his eyes as he pushed her against
his car, capturing her lips the moment her back hit metal. Breath
whooshed from her as her senses reeled. Too much, too quickly, the
world swirled away, leaving only Drake.
    His lips molded hers, pinning her to the car
with both his body and her need. She felt treasured, secure. Desire
rushed over her, stripping her of any hesitations.
    His mouth teased her, coaxing her, taking
until she opened for him. He moaned against her mouth at his first
taste, his hands diving into her hair, anchoring her.
    Shivers skated along her skin. He didn’t
tempt her with his kisses, didn’t beckon. He consumed her.
    This is Drake! Not the man from the
prophecy.
    But she didn’t care. He was her best friend.
A man she’d loved and respected for longer than she could remember.
She didn’t want to think about someone else. Drake was here, with
her. And she wanted to be with him. Not because the prophecy
dictated that it should be so, but because it felt right, because
after all these years, she wanted a part of him that no one, not
even fate, could take from her.
    Her arms snaked around him, gripping his
hard body to hers. She relished the bunched muscles in his
shoulders. He was hard, sturdy, and she’d never felt more
feminine.
    One of his hands trailed down her body,
fisting at her hip before he ripped his mouth away from hers,
trailing hot kisses down her neck.
    Her eyes rolled back, her head rolling to
the side, offering him full access, silently begging him to take
more. To take everything.
    She’d been kissed before. This wasn’t a
kiss. This was a full-bodied experience. He awakened parts of her
that she’d never felt, all from tiny scrapes of his teeth. Her
hands clenched his shoulders, needing to get closer. Needing
more.
    He groaned, burying his face in her neck,
holding her as they shook in each other’s arms. “If I don’t stop
now, I don’t think I’ll be able to.”
    She swallowed nodding. She couldn’t think,
didn’t want to. She only felt. He didn’t step away, didn’t release
her. He held her in his arms as if he could absorb her.
    She felt cherished, needed for something
other than what she could give. For the first time, she was enough.
Just Poppy. Not the witch, but the woman.
    He leaned back, smoothing hair back from her
face. “Can I see you tomorrow?” His voice was hoarse, but his eyes
never left hers.
    Her