Summer laughed up at him. “What kind of excuse are you looking for? Would a second round be magical enough for you, darlin’?” His use of that word amused her. On a whim, she lifted a finger to light a candle on the headboard.
Kaleb watched her light the candle. “Neat trick.” He smirked. “I can do it too,” he said as he looked at the candle and the flame raised about six inches. “Perks of having a witch for a mother, she’s a wicked woman though,” he said as he rolled on his stomach. “She hates me.”
She raised her brows coolly. “I knew there was something you weren’t telling me.” Summer stroked the backs of her fingers down his face. “Does she not like your little tricks, darlin’, or just jealous? Or are you tryin’ to warn me off?” Hitching herself over onto her side, she draped a leg over his and drew him down for a kiss. “I don’t frighten easily,” she whispered.
