Chapter 9
Wes’s sparsely decorated guest bedroom had nothing more than a double bed, a dresser, and a closet, the perfect space for what we were about to do. I sat on the floor in the middle of the room, a bowl of water in front of me, and watched Wes’s naked form as he lit every candle he owned. For a moment, the way the soft light cut tantalizing shadows across his skin distracted me. I was sure if I was capable of it, I would have gotten hard again.
“Tell me why we’re doing this now?” Wes finished with the last candle, then stood in front of me.
I grinned up at him, sort of loving that he was towering over me. “Because I’m all sorts of high on power right now. I’m too jazzed to sleep. And when I scryed earlier, I couldn’t find anything because of my depleting magic. So now, with your
