Shamelessly Spellbound (Spells That Bind Book 2) by Cassandra Lawson

she’ll just have a yogurt in the morning. Yogurt is
not breakfast. Who wants to start their day with something that has the words active and cultures in the description? That does not sound the least bit
appetizing.
    Standing at the door to Melina’s house, I was actually
nervous, which was something I’d also only experienced with Melina. While she
wasn’t the only witch to ever turn me down, she was the only witch I’d ever
wanted to fight for. When I rang the bell, I sensed the dampening spell on her
place, an unusual thing for a witch to have. Witches had a tendency to rely on
magic to do even the simplest things. I had spells to open my garage door,
start my dishwasher, and even one to turn on my laptop. Most witches would not
be happy living in a place with a dampening spell, but when I was around
Melina, I was constantly reminded that she’s not like other witches.
    From the other side of the door, I could already hear her
muttering, and that actually helped with some of my nerves. I might sound crazy
for admitting it, but Melina in a bitchy mood has always been a huge turn on to
me. It made me think about angry sex with Melina. Admittedly, most things made
me think about sex with Melina, but I was currently focused on my angry sex
fantasy. She would claw at my back, while I thrust into her body over and over
again, until we were both panting and moaning.
    The door opened to reveal Melina in a bathrobe. Her dark
hair was wet and hanging down her back. If I had to guess, I’d say she’d just
gotten out of the shower and had nothing under that robe, a thought that had me
biting back a groan.
    “You’re early,” she remarked, sounding annoyed before she
inhaled deeply and sighed. “Is that bacon?”
    “Sure is,” I confirmed, holding up the three large bags I
was carrying. “I also have pancakes, eggs, cinnamon rolls, and three types of
juice. I figured you’d have a coffee maker here.”
    Melina stepped aside to let me into her condo, looking much
more inviting than she had when she’d opened the door. Although, I suspected
she was most happy about the bacon. As for me, my mind was no longer on food;
it was focused on what Melina had under her robe.
    “I should get dressed before I eat,” Melina told me after
she led me to kitchen and I set the food on the counter.
    “Not so fast,” I murmured, snaking an arm around her waist
to pull her closer. Her lips parted to speak, and I used that to my advantage,
covering her mouth with mine and sliding my tongue past her lips. She tasted of
minty toothpaste, and I drank in her moan, loving the fact that she was so
affected by my touch. My hand itched to slip under her robe and explore her
sexy body, but I held back.
    Breaking the kiss, I rubbed the pad of my thumb along her
lower lip. “Wanna know what I was thinking about while I was waiting for you to
open the front door?”
    “Bacon?” she guessed.
    I shook my head. “I heard you grumbling, and it got me
thinking about angry sex. I can’t fucking wait to get inside of your body.”
    Melina moaned.
    “Tell me to fuck you,” I ordered her.

Chapter Twelve
Melina
    I don’t take orders from warlocks, but I was seriously
tempted to make an exception this time. In fact, I might have been begging
Trevor to take me in the kitchen if it weren’t for one thing. “I don’t have any
condoms.”
    Trevor’s grin turned downright predatory. “Is that the only
thing stopping you?”
    “Honestly? Yes, it’s the only thing holding me back. I want
you in me so bad, I’d be willing to beg at this point, but I’m not willing to
risk getting pregnant.”
    “Where’s Mr. Whiskers?” Trevor asked, looking around for my
familiar as if just noticing he wasn’t in the room.
    “I locked him in his play room so he wouldn’t get into
trouble while I was packing,” I replied.
    When Trevor took a step back and reached into his front
pocket to pull out a condom packet, my breathing became more labored. “Now,