was starting to panic now. She didn't want to sleep with Seamus Fox. Not when she seemed to have no control over herself. Not when she was at the mercy of her new urges, not when she was confusing feeding with sensuality, and was clearly exhibiting some kind of bizarre infatuation for the man who had saved her from death.
Seamus stopped moving. Then he burst out laughing. "A virgin? Please."
Please what? Feeling like she'd been slapped, Cara jerked back off his lap and planted her feet firmly on the ground. "Yes, a virgin."
"If you don't want to have sex with me just yet, all you have to do is say that." Seamus shook his head, a grin still plastered on his face. "You don't have to lie."
"I am a virgin."
"Whatever." He patted her butt.
Cara moved out of his reach and pulled her pants up. That was it. She did not want to see Seamus for the rest of the night. He could take his vampire persuasion, sarcasm, and dickheadedness, and leave her alone.
"Get out." She would not suffer any more humiliation.
The smile fell off his face. "Oh, shit, are we starting this again? I thought you were over that."
Zipping her jeans, she headed in the direction of the bedroom, so frustrated she wanted to scream "Die vampire scum!" at the top of her lungs.
"And this is my apartment, by the way."
"Then I'll leave." Cara yanked her suitcase up, forgetting her new strength. The little wheeled bag hit the ceiling, scraped the plaster, and ricocheted back down to the carpet.
"You can't leave."
As if he hadn't told her ninety times. "This topic is getting boring. I'm leaving. And you can't stop me."
Fueled by indignation and irritation, Cara called her animals, ran to the front door, threw it open, and tore out into the hallway with her suitcase, not sure where in the hell she was going, but wanting away from Seamus.
It wasn't a big surprise that he followed her. What was startling was how fast he got there. In about one point six seconds he was at her back, another blink and he was in front of her. She slammed into his chest, unable to stop herself, and he stumbled back a few feet, causing her to trip over her suitcase. They hovered together, tangled arms and ankles, for a movie-like hang time, then they both crashed to the floor, Cara knocking hard on Seamus's rib.
"Ooff." She pushed on him, trying to roll over, sit up, scramble away in some way, shape, or form to get the hell out of contact with him.
Seamus just put one palm on her butt and was able to hold her flat against him. She wiggled harder, ticked that he was stronger than her. "Let me up."
"No. We need to talk."
A door opened to the right. Cara glanced over. Saw two pairs of feet. One male, given the black socks and big size, the other female, polish on the naked toes.
"You know, you might want to take that sort of thing to your room," a voice said.
Cara closed her eyes. It sounded like Ethan.
"Seamus Fox, you old dog. I had no idea you had it in you." That was Alexis, amusement heavy in her voice.
"Do you mind?" Seamus said with great dignity. "We were having a private conversation."
"Is that what we're calling it these days? We really have gotten too politically correct."
Cara shoved backward, trying to break Seamus's grip. "Let me go!"
"No." He locked eyes with her, and Cara saw that he would hold her there for the rest of their immortal lives if she didn't try another tactic. Seamus was as stubborn as she was. As if to prove it, he rolled, forcing her on her back, his legs and chest weighing down on her.
Fortunately, Alexis intervened before Cara screamed expletives at him, or worse, kissed him. She'd never kissed him, and she suddenly had the urge to do that. Just place her lips on his and taste his warm flesh.
"Well, this is cute and all, but seriously, you guys need to go into your room. Or better yet, Ethan and Seamus can work and Cara and I can go hang out."
Seamus stared down at her, his breath landing on her cheek, hot and rapid. He smelled delicious to
Seamus stopped moving. Then he burst out laughing. "A virgin? Please."
Please what? Feeling like she'd been slapped, Cara jerked back off his lap and planted her feet firmly on the ground. "Yes, a virgin."
"If you don't want to have sex with me just yet, all you have to do is say that." Seamus shook his head, a grin still plastered on his face. "You don't have to lie."
"I am a virgin."
"Whatever." He patted her butt.
Cara moved out of his reach and pulled her pants up. That was it. She did not want to see Seamus for the rest of the night. He could take his vampire persuasion, sarcasm, and dickheadedness, and leave her alone.
"Get out." She would not suffer any more humiliation.
The smile fell off his face. "Oh, shit, are we starting this again? I thought you were over that."
Zipping her jeans, she headed in the direction of the bedroom, so frustrated she wanted to scream "Die vampire scum!" at the top of her lungs.
"And this is my apartment, by the way."
"Then I'll leave." Cara yanked her suitcase up, forgetting her new strength. The little wheeled bag hit the ceiling, scraped the plaster, and ricocheted back down to the carpet.
"You can't leave."
As if he hadn't told her ninety times. "This topic is getting boring. I'm leaving. And you can't stop me."
Fueled by indignation and irritation, Cara called her animals, ran to the front door, threw it open, and tore out into the hallway with her suitcase, not sure where in the hell she was going, but wanting away from Seamus.
It wasn't a big surprise that he followed her. What was startling was how fast he got there. In about one point six seconds he was at her back, another blink and he was in front of her. She slammed into his chest, unable to stop herself, and he stumbled back a few feet, causing her to trip over her suitcase. They hovered together, tangled arms and ankles, for a movie-like hang time, then they both crashed to the floor, Cara knocking hard on Seamus's rib.
"Ooff." She pushed on him, trying to roll over, sit up, scramble away in some way, shape, or form to get the hell out of contact with him.
Seamus just put one palm on her butt and was able to hold her flat against him. She wiggled harder, ticked that he was stronger than her. "Let me up."
"No. We need to talk."
A door opened to the right. Cara glanced over. Saw two pairs of feet. One male, given the black socks and big size, the other female, polish on the naked toes.
"You know, you might want to take that sort of thing to your room," a voice said.
Cara closed her eyes. It sounded like Ethan.
"Seamus Fox, you old dog. I had no idea you had it in you." That was Alexis, amusement heavy in her voice.
"Do you mind?" Seamus said with great dignity. "We were having a private conversation."
"Is that what we're calling it these days? We really have gotten too politically correct."
Cara shoved backward, trying to break Seamus's grip. "Let me go!"
"No." He locked eyes with her, and Cara saw that he would hold her there for the rest of their immortal lives if she didn't try another tactic. Seamus was as stubborn as she was. As if to prove it, he rolled, forcing her on her back, his legs and chest weighing down on her.
Fortunately, Alexis intervened before Cara screamed expletives at him, or worse, kissed him. She'd never kissed him, and she suddenly had the urge to do that. Just place her lips on his and taste his warm flesh.
"Well, this is cute and all, but seriously, you guys need to go into your room. Or better yet, Ethan and Seamus can work and Cara and I can go hang out."
Seamus stared down at her, his breath landing on her cheek, hot and rapid. He smelled delicious to
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