Kiss & Spell by Kris Eton

“I’ll prove it to you.”
    He stopped throwing rocks and faced her. “How are you going to—?”
    Marissa flicked her fingers at a pile of dry driftwood along the shoreline. Sparks exploded around the wood, and the whole pile rose into the air. Another flick, and the wood organized itself in a neat stack. She swirled her finger around in the air, aimed, and flung a red, sparkling flame into the dry material. A fire blazed up instantly.
    They both sneezed.
    “Dammit, I hate that.” She rubbed at her ticklish nose and stepped up to the fire. “See? I’m a witch.” The little bit of heat coming from the fire didn’t help to warm her much, but it was better than nothing. “I swear to you that was Demetria. She doesn’t have my magical kiss, so there was no way she had control of the man you saw her with. Did he follow her right out the door?”
    Justin seemed too stunned to speak. He stared at the fire and stepped up next to her. “You did that, right? I just saw you make the wood fly though the air . . . and your finger with the fire . . . . Hot damn, you are a witch.” He grabbed her by the arms and turned her toward him. “Is that why you haven’t kissed me? Is that why they don’t remember you afterward?” His hands on her body warmed her. His touch was like lightning on her skin. He must’ve felt it, too, because he quickly let her go.
    She nodded. A strand of drying hair blew across her face. He reached out and brushed it away.
    “You know that wasn’t me in the bar. Deep down, you know it.”
    His hand trailed from her hair to her cheek. “I want to believe it, Marissa.” Her lips trembled, and he brushed his thumb across them.
    “Then believe,” she said. “I want to be with you, and no one else. I love you, Justin. Don’t you see I’d give everything up for you?”
    His face softened, and his eyes grew warm. He scanned her face, as if searching for something. He cupped her chin and drew her toward him. “I really want to kiss you right now.” His mouth hovered above hers, his breath hot on her cheek.
    “I know.” The warmth of his body radiated toward her. Her hips moved forward. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her up against him. “But there are better things than kissing.” She rubbed a hand across the bulge in his pants.
    He groaned. “God, Marissa, I wish we were back at my place.” Burying his face in her hair, he moved his hand to cup her ass and press her against his erection. “I’d fuck you so hard.”
    “Why do we have to wait?” She unzipped his pants, the wet material making it difficult.
    “It’s broad daylight, for one.” He grunted when she touched the ridge of his penis through his boxers. “And I don’t have any protection.” A speedboat zoomed past, reminding them both of how exposed they were.
    “You forgot; I’m a witch.” She snapped her fingers, and dozens of condoms rained down on them in a shower of sparks.
    He raised an eyebrow. “Well, that comes in handy.”
    She smiled at him. “Yes, it does.” She ran her knuckles over his erection. He shuddered and dug his fingers into her hips. “We can take care of the other problem, too.” She snapped her fingers again, and a tall canopy tent surrounded them. A pile of soft blankets and pillows covered the beach under their feet.
    His mouth curved in a sideways smile, which deepened his dimples. “So, if you can make things appear, can you make them disappear as well?”
    She frowned. “Such as?”
    He tugged at her wet jeans.
    “Ah.” She laughed. “As a matter of fact . . . .” She snapped her fingers again, and both of them were naked. His cock pressed against her stomach.
    “Perfect.” He palmed her tits, shaping and reshaping them, rubbing his thumbs over her hardening nipples. He leaned down and sucked one into his mouth, nibbling at the tender flesh.
    A flood of heat swept through her. Without much thought, she threaded her fingers through his hair and pushed him harder