Holiday Bites: A Collection of Vampire Paranormal Romances by Michele Bardsley Page B

naked and wrapped in the warmth created by their closeness, they looked at each other. Steven always made her shiver and tremble, sigh and moan. He made her want things she’d never wanted … like permanency. Marriage, children, and house with a garden—these dreams filled her head at all hours these days. What would her lover do or say if she admitted that she had feelings for him? That she might… damn, damn, damn… that she might love him?
    Steven’s fingers drifted across her arm, down her side, to her hip. “Your skin is so soft.” He stroked her buttock, cupping it and kneading it. Then his hand moved leisurely to her thigh. “You smell good, too. “
    “Less talk, more sex,” she said, stretching against him.
    He grinned, shucking his jeans and boxers before sliding on top of her. His hardening cock nestled against her wet heat. He kissed her shoulder, nipping it before tasting her collarbone. Then he moved up her neck, and peppered kisses along her jaw. His eyes were glazed with desire, his breath harsh against her lips.
    “I’ve never wanted any man like I want you,” she said, as her heart pounded and heat weaved from breasts to belly to thighs.
    “That’s true, isn’t it?”
    “Yes.” Her hands stroked the firm muscles of his back then cupped his fine ass. “I was thinking earlier about how addicted I am to you.”
    Steven stretched her arms above her head. She rubbed her nipples against his lightly furred chest, enjoying the rough tingles that carried frantic heat all the way to her feminine core. He’s so luscious. She loved the feel of his hard body against hers and reveled in his lovemaking. He always made her feel special as he discovered what turned her on. He had a helluva memory, too, always knew where to touch, where to tease.
    He knelt and leaned forward, taking the silk strands draping the elaborate metal headboard and wrapping them around her wrists. When he finished binding her, she tested the silk. Her arms had some movement, and she knew Steven would release her if asked, but she still felt bound and vulnerable. Her gaze found his and he smiled. Lowering himself onto her body until his mouth hovered above hers, he whispered, “Let me pleasure you.”
    He kissed her, a slow melding of the lips that made her breath hitch and heart pound. His tongue slipped into her mouth and danced with hers. He tasted like mints and like lust. She felt his cock jerk against her clit and knew he wanted to take her right now. And she, too, wanted to connect with him in the most primal way.
    Her breasts ached for his mouth, and her wet with need. Then Steven cupped her breasts, and she sighed with relieved desire. He pinched the nipples. Pain and pleasure intertwined, zipping like lightning through her. Her arms felt tingly, but there was something sexy about being unable to touch him, about having her body vulnerable to his whims.
    When his mouth surrounded her nipple and his tongue flicked the peak, she cried out. Pleasure jolted through her, spearing her at the core. He laved her nipple, suckling one while his hand tormented the other. Then he switched mouth and hand and she went up in flames. She pushed against his cock, wrapping her legs around his buttocks as she rubbed against his hardness.
    He crawled down her, kissing and licking his way to her feminine core. Her clit felt swollen, tingling with the need to be touched, to be sucked . But his tongue skittered oh-so-slowly to her thigh. Pushing apart her legs, he kissed her most intimate place, his tongue parting the folds to taste her. Oh, finally. Finally!
    Joy pierced her, trembling, raw tendrils that demanded more from this man who showed her such tenderness. She tugged at the silk holding her hostage and bucked her hips, wanting his mouth fully on her. His tongue flicked her clit, teasing the hard nub, before sliding down and licking her some more.
    “Please, taste me,” she begged. “I need your mouth.”
    His tongue parted her slit,