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

began.
    “But you are a bitch,” he finished for me, and I laughed
when I saw one corner of his lips kick up with amusement.
    “Ass,” I shot back. “I was going to say that you can see how
your history would lead me to the conclusion that you’ll be bored with me
soon.”
    I waited for Trevor to get angry over my assumption. I knew
he didn’t like people bringing up his many relationships because it embarrassed
him, but it was a big part of why I didn’t fully trust his feelings.
    There was a brief flash of something I couldn’t place in his
eyes. It might have been embarrassment or even anger, but it was gone too
quickly to identify. “Do you have any idea how much I’m going to enjoy proving
you wrong?” he asked.
    I swallowed hard and looked away, not sure I wanted to
continue this discussion when I needed to focus on eating. Something told me
Trevor was going to be a big distraction. “Maybe you should tell me after we
eat breakfast.”
    Trevor chuckled. “That might be a good idea.”
    I moaned when I saw the pancakes, cinnamon rolls, eggs, and
bacon Trevor had set out for me. “I am so glad you aren’t one of those idiots
who think I want yogurt and fruit for breakfast.”
    Trevor’s bark of laughter surprised me.
    “Why is that so funny?” I asked.
    “When I was standing outside your door, I was wondering if
you’d like what I brought and hoping you weren’t one of those women who eats
yogurt for breakfast,” he explained.
    “Ugh! Never,” I assured him. “There is absolutely nothing
appetizing about a food item that boasts having live cultures in it. I have
zero interest in eating yogurt, and I need something with more substance to get
me moving in the morning.” I bit down on a piece of bacon and closed my eyes as
I made happy humming sounds.
    “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you talk
about hating yogurt?” he asked.
    “Nope,” I told him after I swallowed my bacon. “Then again,
most guys seem to be laboring under the misconception that every woman wants
yogurt for breakfast and a light salad for lunch.”
    “I like a woman who will eat with me. It annoys me to take a
witch to a steakhouse and see her order a salad and then say she’s full after
only a few bites. What the fuck is that about?” He sounded truly baffled.
    “No need to worry about that with me,” I assured him. “If we
go to a steakhouse, I’m ordering the prime rib.”
    “Damn, you are hot,” he murmured, and the craziest thing
was, I knew he wasn’t joking. Trevor seemed to love the fact that I enjoyed
food. This wasn’t exactly a surprise since he’d brought me dinner at the studio
before, and he’d always seemed oddly thrilled when I ate the food rather than
picking at it.
    This was the first time I’d ever had a truly relaxed
conversation with Trevor. When he’d been pursuing me, I’d been trying hard to
avoid getting attached to him in any way. I was honestly enjoying myself, and
it wasn’t all about the bacon.
    “Are you done eating?” Trevor asked when my plate was almost
empty, and I’d set my fork down.
    “I couldn’t eat another bite,” I told him. “Go ahead and
finish up the food if you’re still hungry.”
    “Oh, I’m hungry all right,” Trevor practically growled.
Coming around the breakfast bar, he spun my stool so I was facing him.

Chapter Thirteen
Melina
    Before I could say anything, Trevor tugged at the tie on my
robe and pushed it open. His breath hissed out as his eyes moved hungrily along
my body.
    “You’re gorgeous,” he praised, his words sliding along my
skin like a caress.
    With the dampening spell on my condo, I knew neither of our
reactions had anything to do with magic. At the wedding reception, I’d felt our
magic interact, and it had been hard to keep mine in check while Trevor drove
me over the edge. Thankfully, I always kept a few spelled items on my person to
help control my demon magic so I didn’t end up hurting anyone. That