Page 50 of Happily Ever Witch
“I’m not going to change my mind, dumbass.”
“We should do this here.” He insisted and came striding into the room. “Replace whatever memories you have of this room with something more pleasant. If I had been awake, you wouldnothave been trapped in here. I promise you that a thousand percent.”
“You would have heroically saved me, even though we live separate lives?”
He frowned.
“Didn’t think so.” She snorted. “You know, I’m onlyinWonderland, because they wanted me to wake you up. If you hadn’t been in that coma, I wouldn’t have been kidnapped, at all.”
“Blame Marrok. He’s the one who doused me with the sleeping gas.” Trevelyan stopped in front of her. “Shall we establish rules, before we begin? I know you hate them, but I’d like to get through this without you piercing my other foot with your heel.”
Whatever, just so she got some relief.
“No sex. Not even oral. And I’m not putting my hand down your pants. I’m willing to negotiate the rest.”
His expression lit up.
“Except kissing.” She said before he could even suggest it. “I already told you that I’m not kissing you until I believe in you. And I honestly don’t see that happening. Ever.”
He closed his mouth and sneered dismissively. “Kissing is overrated, anyway. I’ll endure the loss.”
“Super.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Well? What rules do you want?”
“I want to touch your skin.” He decided without an ounce of hesitation. The man was never shy about what he desired. “I want to take your clothes off and I want to put my hands all over your body. I want my scent to cover you.”
Her head tilted, thinking that over. Generally speaking, Esmeralda didn’t like a lot of touching. No witch did. Their skin was sensitive and when other people handled it, there were usually unintended bruises and abrasions. You got used to it, but it wasn’t fun. Honestly, sex was better if you tied the guy down before you began. They were usually all for it and things went a lot smoother. Still, the idea of Trevelyan’s large, elegant hands on her body was intriguing.
“Define ‘all over.’”
“Everywhere.” The word was unequivocal.
She swallowed, thinking.
He watched her.
Esmeralda took a deep breath and made up her mind. “Okay.” This would be a good learning opportunity for him, if nothing else. “But, my underwear stays on and your hands stay on top of it.” She needed relief from the sexual tension, but notthatmuch relief.
“Underwear is off.”
“On.”
His eyes narrowed. “On to begin with.” He finally tried. “But I have the option of taking it off, unless you specifically tell me no.”
Since Esmeralda was one-hundred percent going to tell him no, it seemed safe enough to agree. “Fine.” She took a step closer to him. “You were right before, about my skin being delicate. You could hurt me and not even mean to.”
His eyes met hers, listening.
“I’m not asking you to be kind. I think that’s impossible. But you need to stop if I tell you to.” She stressed. “Be careful with me.”
“Yes.” He agreed quietly.
“And I’ll be careful with you.” Esmeralda leaned down to unzip her boots.
Trevelyan’s mouth curved at that promise, like he was amused by the idea of needing care. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
His breathing got rougher as she stepped out of her shoes. Without the high heels, she didn’t even reach his shoulder. He stepped closer to her, looming over her body. The predatory posture had her heart rate speeding up.
