his hard shaft against
her belly, and her right brain shorted out by his kiss. She lifted up on her tiptoes
and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Good Lord, he was sexy. Her body trembled
at each touch and each satisfying sound rumbling from deep in his chest.
“Kade,” she whispered. He cupped her rear with one hand, keeping her tight against
him while his other hand traced a line between her breasts. He covered her hardened
nipple with his mouth, dampening her blouse. She whimpered when the suction and scrape
of his teeth pulled a streak of delicious, nerve-tingling pleasure to the needy, swollen
place where his shaft stroked. As if his tongue was there, too. And then he reached
under her skirt from behind, and his fingers were there, caressing her through her
silk panties. He slipped beneath the silk and spreading her wet response around her
entrance and right up to the place she needed it. Her breath panted out in shallow
gasps. She’d never been so on fire for a man.
She tugged at his T-shirt, pushing it up his chest, shoving him away from her breast
only long enough to lift the shirt over his head. Her fingertips smoothed his thick
biceps and the muscles of his pecs, and down the ridges of his abs. Even his chest
hair was magnificently trim with a light sprinkle over his pecs and above his small,
dark brown nipples. Lower still, she traced the V at his hips that disappeared into
his jeans along with the trail of soft hair below his navel.
“I might finish just looking at you,” she said.
At the sound of her voice, he jerked away. After a moment of shock, the sudden cold
distance between them forced her wits to return. Probably a good thing, considering
her flesh was quivering, suffering from pleasure withdrawals.
“Fuck.” He wore a scowl and glared at her. As if this temporary insanity had been
all her fault. Hadn’t he been the one to make the first move?
But she’d lost her head as much as he had. He was a vampire, the creature she had
sworn should be wiped from existence. Humans were nothing more than food or entertainment
to them. Still, she ached to stuff those thoughts into a dark hole and bury them.
Had she really thought his cruelty okay because those subjugates had been bad men?
She wanted to tell herself it was justified, and maybe it was, but that didn’t mean
he had the right to punish men who had already served their time. The rationalization
had knocked down the walls of her self-preservation so darn easily, as if the subjugates’
treatment had been her only reason for not jumping Kade sooner.
“Mind if we forget this ever happened?” His voice ground out as rough as her emotions.
His words struck a sharp ache in her chest that made her breath hitch. Then a welcome
numbness crept over her. She reminded herself that she hadn’t wanted what had started
between them either. “Forget what ever happened?” She tried to keep self-recrimination from her voice but doubted she’d
succeeded.
He nodded sharply and headed toward the living room, grabbing his shirt from the floor
and pulling it back over his head. “I’m aware not all humans are like those I transform.”
“Then why—”
“Have you ever met a vampire you liked?”
“A few times, but—”
“But not enough to change how you feel about us, right?” He didn’t bother waiting
for an answer as he took a seat with the balcony at his back. “Damn straight.”
“As simple as that? You’d base your judgment about an entire race on those men?”
He pinned her with stony, crimson eyes. “You are the last person who should criticize,
Val. The very last person.”
She sank onto the couch across from him. Admitting he was likely right felt akin to
swallowing acid, so she kept her silence.
No matter what, she had to put an end to the criminals obtaining legal transformation
approvals. Because Kade wouldn’t stop. She may not see him in the same
her belly, and her right brain shorted out by his kiss. She lifted up on her tiptoes
and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Good Lord, he was sexy. Her body trembled
at each touch and each satisfying sound rumbling from deep in his chest.
“Kade,” she whispered. He cupped her rear with one hand, keeping her tight against
him while his other hand traced a line between her breasts. He covered her hardened
nipple with his mouth, dampening her blouse. She whimpered when the suction and scrape
of his teeth pulled a streak of delicious, nerve-tingling pleasure to the needy, swollen
place where his shaft stroked. As if his tongue was there, too. And then he reached
under her skirt from behind, and his fingers were there, caressing her through her
silk panties. He slipped beneath the silk and spreading her wet response around her
entrance and right up to the place she needed it. Her breath panted out in shallow
gasps. She’d never been so on fire for a man.
She tugged at his T-shirt, pushing it up his chest, shoving him away from her breast
only long enough to lift the shirt over his head. Her fingertips smoothed his thick
biceps and the muscles of his pecs, and down the ridges of his abs. Even his chest
hair was magnificently trim with a light sprinkle over his pecs and above his small,
dark brown nipples. Lower still, she traced the V at his hips that disappeared into
his jeans along with the trail of soft hair below his navel.
“I might finish just looking at you,” she said.
At the sound of her voice, he jerked away. After a moment of shock, the sudden cold
distance between them forced her wits to return. Probably a good thing, considering
her flesh was quivering, suffering from pleasure withdrawals.
“Fuck.” He wore a scowl and glared at her. As if this temporary insanity had been
all her fault. Hadn’t he been the one to make the first move?
But she’d lost her head as much as he had. He was a vampire, the creature she had
sworn should be wiped from existence. Humans were nothing more than food or entertainment
to them. Still, she ached to stuff those thoughts into a dark hole and bury them.
Had she really thought his cruelty okay because those subjugates had been bad men?
She wanted to tell herself it was justified, and maybe it was, but that didn’t mean
he had the right to punish men who had already served their time. The rationalization
had knocked down the walls of her self-preservation so darn easily, as if the subjugates’
treatment had been her only reason for not jumping Kade sooner.
“Mind if we forget this ever happened?” His voice ground out as rough as her emotions.
His words struck a sharp ache in her chest that made her breath hitch. Then a welcome
numbness crept over her. She reminded herself that she hadn’t wanted what had started
between them either. “Forget what ever happened?” She tried to keep self-recrimination from her voice but doubted she’d
succeeded.
He nodded sharply and headed toward the living room, grabbing his shirt from the floor
and pulling it back over his head. “I’m aware not all humans are like those I transform.”
“Then why—”
“Have you ever met a vampire you liked?”
“A few times, but—”
“But not enough to change how you feel about us, right?” He didn’t bother waiting
for an answer as he took a seat with the balcony at his back. “Damn straight.”
“As simple as that? You’d base your judgment about an entire race on those men?”
He pinned her with stony, crimson eyes. “You are the last person who should criticize,
Val. The very last person.”
She sank onto the couch across from him. Admitting he was likely right felt akin to
swallowing acid, so she kept her silence.
No matter what, she had to put an end to the criminals obtaining legal transformation
approvals. Because Kade wouldn’t stop. She may not see him in the same
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