Priceless

hell. But this, as much as it was a spell, was in its own way, safe.
    Striping down, I could imagine his hands roving my body as he undressed me, kissing his way down to my navel, and then dipping lower. Again, I let out a groan; let my fingers caress the skin of my belly and imagined it was his lips.
    “Adamson,” the door creaked open. “Are you hurt?”
    “Oh, fuck me,” I whispered, meaning it whole-heartedly. I was half-naked and he was coming in, his body filling up the space in the tiny bathroom. I gripped the edge of the tub, my shirt on the floor, bra undone and pants unzipped. His breath caught; I heard it a split second before I lifted my eyes to his.
    Tension filled the small room and he shut the door behind him. “Put your clothes on.” There was a definite crack in that voice.
    I stood and stepped toward him. “What are you going to do if I don’t? Handcuff me?”
    I looked up at him now, brazen with the spell working fast and hard on me, wishing he’d do the same. Even knowing it was a spell, my brain screaming at me that I didn’t even like O’Shea, never mind want to bed him, I couldn’t seem to stop.
    Running one finger up the damp shirt clinging to his ribs, I said, “Is that what you’re going to do? Handcuff me?”
    “The same spell has you, doesn’t it?”
    I shrugged and smiled up at him, running my tongue over my lips. “Maybe.”
    He swallowed hard. “Into the tub.”
    “Only if you come with me.” I leaned forward. Just a little closer and I could almost taste that minty flavour of his mouth. A shiver rippled the length of my body as the heat between us spiked, my skin prickling with anticipation. “Touch me, please.” I wanted his hands on me so badly I didn’t care if I begged.
    Putting his hands on my shoulders, he started to set me back toward the bath, his mouth a tight line. A smile curved my lips into what I knew was a sultry twist, one I’d seen Milly turn many a man’s head with.
    Feeling bold, I slid my hand across his chest, my fingers finding their way in past the buttons. Smooth, hard abs trembled under my fingertips, and I couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped me. “Please.”
    His hands slid down my shoulders to my elbows where he tightened his grip, pinning my arms to my sides. “In a minute.”
    With one smooth motion he picked me up and dropped me into the tub, the water exploding out all around me. Sputtering and gasping, I sat up, the spell receding quickly with the salt water. O’Shea stared down at me.
    “Better?”
    I took quick stock. My brain functioned fine, and while I still ached with some serious hormones, I knew it wouldn’t have mattered who it’d been, I would have thrown myself at them.
    “Nothing personal,” I said, slicking my hair back. “Damn, that was a potent one for it to stick to you and then still have enough juice left to hit me.”
    O’Shea nodded. “Does that sort of thing happen often?”
    “No.” I dunked down under the water, held my body under for ten seconds, and resurfaced, letting my body float in the salt water. My bra and jeans would survive the dunking, but I’d have to wipe down all my leather jacket with salt water and condition it right away. Shit, what a pain in the ass. But it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
    If only O’Shea knew what we’d just avoided.
    As if reading my mind, he asked the one question I’d hoped he wouldn’t.
    “What would have happened if you hadn’t known how to break that . . . spell?” He leaned against the bathroom counter, cool as could be. Like nothing had happened. Good, if he could ignore the blood-pounding moments, so could I.
    I stood, and he handed me a towel. Stripping off my bra behind the towel, I wrapped my body with the fluffy white material. “We would be going at it hot and heavy right now.”
    He nodded. “I got that much. But who really cares who you knock boots with?”
    Blinking, I realized this was going to be a steep learning curve for the agent—strike that, former agent. I shimmied out of my wet jeans and left them in the water. “How easy would we have been to find if we couldn’t stay out of each other’s pants? And if no one was looking for us, we’d have just banged the life out of each other. Literally.”
    It was only a slight shift of his body, but I saw him recoil as the implications set in; in fact, I saw the very moment he got it. His eyes widened and his jaw actually dropped. “You mean we would have fucked each