Page 29 of Hell and Hexes
“Hey! Slow down a minute,” I complained. “This isn’t a race. And I haven’t even gotten your stupid belt off yet.”
He stepped back, leaving me in my underwear with a shirt halfway off my shoulders and my bra hanging loose from my arms. I shrugged out of the shirt and bra before eyeing the demon before me.
“Hold still,” I commanded before slowly unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off him, taking a moment to appreciate what I’d just revealed. Dark skin gleamed across lean muscles that begged to be tasted. I traced a line from his collarbone down to his pants, once more trying in vain to remove his belt.
Screw it. With a quick motion, I pulled a knife from the butcher block, slid it between the leather and fabric and sliced through the belt with one quick motion. Eshu sucked in a quick breath and I looked up to see him watching me with alarm.
“That…that was both erotic and terrifying, couch-witch. I thought for a moment there I was going to die again, and that it would not be a particularly pleasant death.”
I spun the knife around in my hand then turned to put it back in the butcher block. “I’m a luck witch, remember. You had nothing to fear.”
“Luck is a tricky thing. One person’s luck is another’s curse.” He reached down and felt his crotch. “It’s still there. It’s still hard. If you’re done slicing things off my body with sharp knives, then let’s move this to your couch.”
I reached down and unfastened his pants, thankful that I didn’t have the same problem with them as I’d had with the belt. “Let’s go to my bed instead of the couch,” I told him.
He grinned, stepping forward to scoop me up into his arms. “As you command, my bed-witch. As you command.”
