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, why 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 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.