Inhaling a harsh breath, she turned toward Zeke and narrowed her eyes on the demon who had made her heart melt a moment ago. Oh how he fooled her with his sad story and changed ways. Perhaps he had read more into her naughty thoughts of him and assumed she planned to act them out. “Where in the elements have you taken me?”
He frowned. “A store.”
“Yes, I see that it’s a store.” Smart ass. “But—”
Not allowing her to finish and brushing past her, he grabbed the wrought iron handle and opened the door. “You need new clothes, so we’re getting clothes.”
She glared at his back, wishing she could conjure the fire element to set him aflame. “I don’t know what kind of witch you think I am, but I’m not going in there.”
Keeping the door ajar, he turned to her and cocked his head. “Why would that be?”
“Because it’s a sex shop.” She hated that her cheeks warmed under his hard stare. “I don’t want sex toys.”
He stared at her for a moment, dead serious, then his eyes crinkled. “I realize you’re not in the market for sex toys.” Leaning in toward her, he trailed a finger up the side of her corset. “I thought this attire suited you and that you would want to get another.” He arched an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”
As he withdrew his finger, she gulped. Bless the elements, she felt his touch as if his finger lingered on her bare skin and burned into her soul. “Yes, a new corset. I want that.” Without another word, since her limbs trembled and skin was flushed, she walked through the door of the shop.
However, when she faced a room full of dildos, whips and bondage items—a sexual playground indeed—the increasing heat in her cheeks had nothing to do with Zeke’s touch, but the awkwardness of the moment.
Not to say the naughty items appalled her, but she had always been a romantic at heart. Soft, sensual touches aroused her more than the rough stuff, even if she’d only fantasized of romance.
Layton had always been more of a get your rocks off type of guy. He never cared if she received pleasure and simply pumped himself into her with little thought of her orgasm, only of his. It hadn’t always been that way. At first, he’d been sweet and she believed for a while that he did love her.
Now she knew better.
A sudden nudge on her elbow broke her away from both her shock and thoughts of a crappy ex-boyfriend. When she glanced over her shoulder, Zeke gestured toward the back the room with a gentle smile. “It’s this way.”
Following in behind him, she passed by the salesman who stood behind the dark wood desk and the warlock smiled at her, which she returned. Turning away from him, she focused on the demon walking in front of her, pondering his intriguing past.
Funny how she didn’t fear him anymore, but how could she? He denied his nature, even if it banished him from everything he knew. There was something to be said for a creature like that. Someone who chose his own destiny and didn’t adhere to what others told him he had to be. She found herself a little mesmerized by the strength he had to possess to make such a choice and she discovered that quality made him all the more attractive.
Gorgeous, kindhearted and powerful—a beautiful combination.
As she passed by a large display of butt plugs in every color and shape, she noticed another room tucked into the back corner of the store. Zeke entered first and the moment she stepped into the small square room, she gasped, “Oh my.”
She scanned the room in a fast sweep and tried to take it all in. Rows and rows of corsets lined the walls, skirts of all lengths and fabrics, boots, shoes—she had found heaven.
Zeke chuckled. “You can apologize any time for making me look like some pervert who planned to use sex toys on you.”
“I’m sorry,” she exhaled, not at all hesitant to give him the respect he deserved. Besides, the corsets in the room were her primary focus. “Back home, stores like this just didn’t exist. Corsets aren’t,” she raised her fingers up and mimed quotations, “typical attire.”
/> “Luckily for you, Charmstone doesn’t share the same view.” Striding forward to the far wall where five corsets hung on display, he approached the rack below and took a black corset with crimson accents off the hook. When he turned back to her, his eyes twinkled and he herded her toward the fitting room. “Give this one a try.”
She laughed, unsure of his intent. Was he simply being nice and helping her pick out a new corset? Or was he choosing the corset he wanted her to wear for him? Needing to know where his thoughts lay, she asked, “Do you want me to model it for you?”
“Precisely.” At his husky tone, she peeked up at him and she hadn’t misheard the lust in his voice; his dark eyes smoldered. Under his stare, heat flared between her thighs and she found herself growing damp, her clit hardening and rubbing against her panties.
After she entered the fitting room—which looked much like a small closet—he propped his shoulder against the wall, folding his arms with a wicked grin on his face. As if he knew the effect he had on her and how incredibly aroused he made her with a simple look.
With a squeeze of her thighs, she restrained her moan as her body awakened with greedy need. She’d never been so aroused in her life. Not even Layton had made her so hot. And all Zeke had done was touch her corset and give her heated glances. Perhaps that was why; Zeke was a total bad boy, even if he was a little good. Something about his naughty side made her pussy ache.
As she stared at him, she also realized her clothes were as damp as the slick flesh between her thighs and more than uncomfortable. She turned her back to him. “Can you help me out of my corset?”
She didn’t hear his approach, but sensed him close in on her. The warmth from his body enveloped her as he said, “Undressing you would be my pleasure, Bryanna.”
Her breath caught in her throat as he began to unlace the ribbon. Without a doubt, this wasn’t the first time he had removed a corset. His moves weren’t hesitant or jarring, but smooth and fluid.
In a matter of a couple minutes, Bryanna pressed her damp corset against her chest with one hand as the garment fell free from her torso. But when Zeke’s finger slid down her now bare spine, she dropped the corset to the ground.