Liam
Ira was darting towards the fighting witches as James pushed his protection over to Kirra.
What a stupid reckless witch! Why would he want to lose his fight this way!
As Ira sprinted forward Liam placed his hands on her tiny waist and pulled her against himself. His fingers almost encircled her thin delicate waist completely as he pulled her hard against himself.
Her exquisite aroma of frangipani and summers teased his nostrils and muddled his thoughts. For a moment he forgot where they were.
Her back slammed against his chest and his body responded to the constant wiggling. How he would love to pin her under himself!
He felt Ira go stiff. Sh*t! She knows it!
He expertly dodged her question about his intentions. He wasn’t going to tell her how he wanted to rip her clothes o
