“Don’t look at me like that, Jazmina.”
“Like what?”
“You tease without realizing it, don’t you?” I carry her to the bed.
“Am I teasing you, my fiancé?”
“You’re a witch. From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you.”
She’s sitting on the bed, wrapped in the towel. I’m standing in front of her.
I should leave. She should tell me to leave. But neither of us moves. The sexual tension binds us like a high-voltage electric current.
“Aren’t you going to get dressed?”
“I’m not sure whether I hurt myself.”
“No?”
She shakes her head, avoiding my gaze.
“Why do you say that?”
“I think my ankle . . .I think it hurts.”
I examine her outstretched leg. Nothing looks wrong.
What are you trying to do, girl?
I sit on the bed. My heart is pounding like it’s the first time I’ve ever been close to a naked woman—which is far from true.
I let a finger trail over the spot she mentioned. “Here?”
She nods.
I take her foot and bring it to my mouth. I kiss it, then drag my tongue along her skin.
“Ahhh . . .” she moans, falling back onto the bed.
“You wanted me to touch you, princess? You just had to ask. Open the towel for me. I want to see you.”
“I’m not ready for . . .We can’t.”
“I’m not going to fuck you, beautiful. I just want to give you a little of what you’re craving.”
Her hand moves to the knot of the towel. “You’re going to be my husband. It’s not wrong.”
Fuck, how does she do this to me?
I stand up, feeling like a complete bastard. “Yes, I’m going to be your husband, and nothing between us will ever be wrong, but we don’t have to do this. I can wait and—”
She opens the towel. “You said you’d give me what I crave. What is it, Rodrick? Teach me. I don’t know what I need.”
I lie down beside her, on my side, mesmerized by the mix of emotions on her face. But what really fucks me up is the absolute trust Jazmina shows.
“And now?” she asks.
Unlike the other times, I lower my mouth to hers slowly. Lips and tongue testing. My fingers caress and hold her neck, keeping her still for me.