Dead Man's Curves (BBW Vampire Paranormal Erotic Romance) [KOBO ED] by Ava Lore Page B

bit. People have expectations, you know. I don't want to get bitten by someone who looks like they just crawled out of a grave and I doubt anyone else will either. No offense.”
    “None taken,” the vampire said, bemused. His hand on her wrists was still like cold iron, and the shelves of books behind her bit sharply into her arched back and generous behind. He was strong, despite his lean appearance. She was no lightweight—boy, did she know it—but he still held her barely on her tiptoes, leaving her struggling to stay balanced while her breasts and hips ghosted against his clothes. He was really tall, too, looming over her exposed and utterly immobilized body.
    She tried not to think about that. Or about the fact that, despite his grungy appearance, he really was extremely pretty. She hadn't been this close to a man this hot since... ever.
    Which didn't change the fact that she had to get away from him. Yeah. How was she going to do that exactly?
    “Anyway. You're not going to blend in looking like that,” she continued, her mouth running on autopilot as she frantically thumbed through her meticulous mental librarian files, struggling to unearth everything she knew about vampires. “You need new clothes, and a bath. And you should hide your fangs, they totally give you away.”
    The vampire's eyebrows drew down. His pretty, brooding face looked even more stunning with a frown, if that were possible. “I am hungry,” he said defensively. “I cannot control them. They come out when the thirst grows too great for my body to contain it, a physical manifestation of my unholy cravings—”
    A comparison occurred to Chloe. “Like an erection?”
    Silence crashed down between them.
    Probably should have kept that to myself.
    The silence thickened. Chloe felt her heart fluttering in the pulse at her throat, heard her harsh breath scraping through her teeth.
    “Yes,” the vampire said eventually, his voice dry. “Exactly like an erection.”
    And he pressed his body against hers.
    Oh , Chloe thought.
    He was cold through his clothes, his long, lean muscles bringing a chilly pressure to bear against her soft curves, but sure enough bulging between his legs was an enormous cock. It nudged her low on her belly, and despite her fear and racing thoughts Chloe couldn't hold back the small, quick rush of heat between her legs and the tiny, traitorous squeak in the back of her throat.
    The vampire smiled.
    Chloe heard a little pop as her brain blew a fuse.
    He'd been stunning before. Now he was deadly.
    Grasping at her last shreds of sanity, Chloe tried to muster some measure of professional distance while the vampire ground his hips against hers in a slow, dangerous circle.
    Such as, for instance, were all vampires this meltingly sexy, or was it just this one? The original vampire legends portrayed them as pretty gross and disgusting, and yet this one had no problems in that regard, questionable fashion sense aside. And how did a vampire get an erection in the first place? Did he have control over his circulatory system? And why would a vampire, who presumably could have anyone he wanted, choose a mousy, chubby librarian over, say, one of the pretty young undergrads or graduate coeds studying all alone in private rooms on the other floors? Maybe feeding had nothing to do with sexual attraction... but why the raging hard-on, then? None of this made any sense!
    Well, within the context of holy crap, vampires actually exist, anyway. That... that was also a surprise.
    Chloe opened her mouth again as she tried to pick one of the myriad of questions bubbling up in her head, but then the vampire placed his free hand over her lips.
    It was the barest of touches, just a phantom caress, but it stopped her in her tracks. Cold sliced through her, robbing her of breath, and Chloe gasped. The inhalation caused breasts to push back against his chest, and she writhed in his grip like a butterfly pinned, her instincts at war.
    “Don't