My Midnight Moonlight Valentine (My Midnight Moonlight Valentine 1)

Wrapping his around me tightly. “Do you think you can take us to the moon then, Ms. Witch?”

He didn’t let me answer before running as fast as he could with me in his arms, and with one push of his left leg, he had us high in the air. The moon so much closer, so much larger, and it reminded me of the vision—no, the memory I had before. So, I knew what to do. I held on tightly, feeling the breeze of the wind and hung there in the sky with him.

“You truly can fly?”

“Yes, no broom needed.” I winked before looking up to the moon. “Is this romantic enough for you?”

His face came closer to mine, and he shook his head. “It’s close, but I do believe we can do better.”

Leaning into him, our noses nearly touched, I asked, “Better?”

“Closer.”

“If this were a century ago, this would be quite scandalous, Theseus.”

“Oh, without a doubt.” He grinned. “Two flying creatures in the moonlight? The church would call it the end of days.”

I rolled my eyes. “I meant how close I already am.”

And he knew that. “Ah.” He pretended just now to understand. “How lucky I am it is not a century ago and can be even closer to you without fear or Puritans to disturb us.”

I laughed as he drew me into him. Our bodies pressed together completely. I could feel every inch of his hard body against mine. His grey eyes stood out even more in the moonlight, and the stronger his grip was on me, the warmer my whole body became in his arms. “I brought us up here; I think the least you can do is kiss me.”

“But where shall I kiss?” he questioned, his lips on my forehead first. “Here?”

“Closer.” I smiled.

So, he kissed my eyebrow and giggled. “There?”

“Not quite.”

His found my cheek. “Then here must be it?”

“Almost.”

“Hmm.” He pretended to wonder and then kissed the tip of my nose. “Surely, that must be it.”

“Well if you think that’s enough—” I didn’t get to finish before his lips touched mine.

All of me shook in his arms as the warmth of his mouth spread through me. His hands moved to my face and hair, bringing me closer. There was no need for air. There was no need for space. All I wanted was more, opening my mouth I wanted...him. He wanted me, too. I could feel the way he held on to me. The way his tongue tangled with mine and fought against my thoughts.

All too soon, there was a loud whistle from below.

“Go away, Ulrik,” Theseus grumbled, his lips only off mine for a brief second before they were kissing me again.

“We need her magic.”

At that, my head snapped back down. He hung from a window, grinning up at us.

“You found something already?” I gasped, that was faster than I was thinking.

“We found many—”

Hinrik popped his head out, pushing Ulrik back. “Forgive him, brother. He is being a nuisance on purpose. It can wait until after you are both less occupied.”

I pulled back from Theseus to his dismay. “We are less occupied.”

“I will get vengeance for this Ulrik.” Theseus cursed under his breath.