Black Magic

BLACK MAGIC



Jack had to grab Sara’s shoulders to prevent her falling against him.

But it brought her close. Too close. Jack didn’t pull her in, but he didn’t push her away. A flood of sensual memories washed over him. The heady fragrance of ginger-lemon soap and the sound of the rain beating on the windows brought back vivid memories of burying his fingers in the frothy, scented strands of Sara’s hair as he bathed her in the shower.

A heartbeat after the thought flashed in his mind, he found his tongue in her mouth. Hot, steamy water pounded his shoulders. Sara’s slick, soapy, naked body pressed against his.

They kissed frantically until they were both panting and breathless.

Without warning, Sara ripped her mouth from beneath his, her breathing labored, her eyes flashing fire. “I’m going to kill you, Jackson Slater.” She used both hands to shove him away. Hard.

“Hell - it wasn’t - ” The steaming water suddenly turned cold, just like her eyes before she vanished.

Braced by his arm, Jack thumped his forehead against the cool white tiles. To say he was in trouble didn’t begin to cover it. Sara might be amping his powers, but she was messing with his head - and apparently with his ability to control his powers.

Excerpted from BLACK MAGIC by Cherry Adair. Copyright © 2010 by Cherry Adair.