When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Eighteen

"Trevor, can you help me?" I ask sweetly, batting my eyelashes at him from the bed.

"How?" He asks, purposefully not looking at me from across the room. It had been barely five minutes since we started the bet, and he was already gawking at me as I smoothed my legs with lotion.

"I can't reach my back. Do you mind?" I wonder innocently, holding the lotion bottle out for him. He finally meets me gaze, rolling his eyes.

"You can do that yourself, Ally." He says, running his hand through his messy hair, slightly frustrated. I think he is beginning to think this little bet will be harder to win than he thought, if I was actually trying to get his attention to kiss me.

"No, actually, I can't, because the bruises you left on my shoulders ache when I try," I try to guilt him into it.

"I'm not comfortable with rubbing lotion on your back, Ally," Trevor forces himself to roll his eyes, which had been locked on my now shiny and soft legs that smell like vanilla.

"Aw, are you scared you're going to kiss me if you do?" I taunt, watching his expression harden.

"Of course not."

"Prove it," I dare, holding the lotion bottle out for him again with a mocking smile on my lips. He glares at me, but slowly takes a step towards the bed until he reluctantly reaches for the bottle.

"Thank you, Trevor," I say sweetly, laying down and rolling onto my stomach.

Trevor makes some annoyed growling noise from the base of his throat as he sinks onto the bed beside me. I could tell he was hesitant to touch me, because I think we both knew it would be hard for him to stop in such a romantically dim room, on a bed, while he softened my back with vanilla lotion.

I am an absolute genius.

Trevor carefully rolls the hem of my shirt up my back, and I shiver as the cold air bites at my skin. I let out a shriek as Trevor pours the cold liquid onto my bare back with no warning, making him chuckle darkly.

"I'm sorry, was that cold, sweetheart?" Trevor asks, amused.

"Just slightly," I hiss, my voice muffled into the pillow.

"I'll be more careful next time," Trevor assures me, but then he just does it again, letting the lotion fall heavily onto the bottom of my back as I cry out in surprise.

"Trevor!"

I yell, gripping the sheets at the cold.

"Sorry, it slipped," laughs Trevor, tossing the lotion bottle next to my head.

"You're mean." I growl, waiting for him to rub in the mounds of lotion.

"Do you want me to rub your back or not?" Demands Trevor, and I roll my eyes into the pillow even though he can't see me.

Then, his icy hand is on my back, smoothing the lotion into my skin. I shiver at the touch, trying not to flinch at the cold or at the feel of his hand tickling against my back. His thumb digs into my shoulder blades, the sensual touch making my skin quiver. His movements are slow and deep, forcing my eyes closed as he skims over the tensed muscles in my back. But a second later, his hand leaves and I realize he finsished melting the lotion into my skin.

Slightly dazed, I sit up, rolling my shirt down. As to be expected, his eyes are glued to mine, lust darkening them. I bite back a satisfied smile, knowing that giving him an excuse to touch my skin like that would make him at least consider the thought of kissing me.

But Trevor's too smart to fall for my trap so quickly, so he stands.

"There. You're welcome." Trevor says, walking across the room to his wallet.