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

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don’t you show me what you’ve got under that robe?” he suggested. “It took
every ounce of self-control I possess not to rip that dress off you yesterday.
I think I deserve a reward. Take the robe off for me, honey.”
    I raised an eyebrow. “You want me to strip naked while you
stand there fully-clothed?” I asked.
    The slow curl of his lips made my body clench with desire.
“I’ll make you a deal.”
    “What’s that?” I was trying to sound only mildly interested
in his response—not that I was having much luck with that.
    “You eat your breakfast,” he began, before reaching out to
play with the tie on my robe. “Then you let me open up this robe and eat you.”
    “You want me to sit down and eat after an offer like that?”
He had to be joking.
    “I wouldn’t want your food to get cold,” he insisted, with a
sexy grin.
    I might think Trevor was unaffected by what was going on if
I hadn’t looked down and caught sight of his erection straining at the zipper
of his pants. There was no denying it; the warlock had impressive self-control,
and I was curious to know how good his self-control really was. Since I’d never
been shy, I decided to simply ask. “Did you go home and take care of yourself
last night?”
    “Whatever do you mean?” he asked, with a teasing grin.
    “Did you go home and wrap your hand around your dick, while
you thought about me?” I asked and then added. “I suppose you might have needed
two hands.”
    Trevor let out a startled bark of laughter. “Two hands?
While my ego loves this conversation, I’m not that big.”
    “Are you kidding? There was a short time while you where
pressed up against my ass when I thought you’d brought your pet anaconda with
you.”
    Trevor had started to unload the bags of food, but he turned
to give me a lopsided grin. “Did you want to pet my anaconda?”
    “I should probably say something about what a horrible line
that is, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’m dying to get you in my
hands.” I enjoyed the look of surprise on Trevor’s face. While he’d spent
enough time around me to know I wasn’t afraid to say what I thought, I’d gone
to great efforts to avoid discussing sex. It seemed like the smartest thing to
do when I’d had no intention of letting things go that far with Trevor. All
that had changed, and I could finally open up to him.
    “Fuck,” he hissed, sounding almost like he was in pain. “Are
you trying to make me embarrass myself?”
    “Maybe a little,” I admitted with an impish grin. “Are you
telling me you didn’t take care of yourself after you got home?”
    He chuckled. “Three times,” he admitted, and my mind was
suddenly filled with images of Trevor’s long fingers wrapped around his dick as
he stroked himself. That was something I definitely needed to see. “All I have
to do is think about you, and I get hard. I’m not sure I could have you enough
times in one day to stop that reaction, and my hand is a poor substitute for
your hot body. What would you say if I told you I want to tie you to my bed and
fuck you over and over again to see if I can ever truly get enough of you, or
if I’ll be craving you every second of every day, like I have since we met?”
    Heat rushed between my legs, and my breathing became
labored. “Are you trying to make it hard for me to eat?”
    “Yes,” he admitted. “You’ve teased me for months.”
    “I haven’t done anything to tease you,” I argued.
    Trevor slid my food across the counter, keeping his eyes
locked on mine. I found it impossible to look away from his hungry gaze.
“That’s just it, honey. You don’t have to do anything to tease me. I’ve been
dying to have you for months. Even when you stopped letting me see you, I still
woke up hard and aching for you. I still dreamt of you, and nothing could truly
take away that need. I know you think I’ll have you and then I’ll be bored with
you.”
    “Not to sound like a bitch,” I