Love Bites by Lynsay Sands

He released his hold on Rachel’s shoulders and slid his hands over her body with hungry caresses impatient at the clothes she wore. With a primitive growl, he caught fabric and tugged, uncaring that he was snapping buttons off his favorite shirt. He didn’t possess any bras for her to have pinched, so Rachel wasn’t wearing one. It left him free to first gawk at, then cover the round globes of her breasts with his hands.
    Rachel broke their kiss with a moan and arched forward into the caress.
    â€œOh, yes,” she breathed, head thrown back and eyes closed. She covered his hands with her own. “I’m good.”
    â€œYou are, are you?” Etienne asked with a chuckle. He sat up until he could reach her breast with his mouth. Closing his lips over her nipple, he sucked it into his mouth and rubbed the hardening nub with his tongue.
    â€œOh, Gawdddd I’m good,” Rachel gasped. Shifting on his lap, she ground against the erection burgeoning inside his jeans. “Sylvia said wet dreams could be good, but Gawdddd!”
    Etienne felt a moment’s guilt, but he quickly pushed it aside. She was obviously enjoying her dream, and he had tried to tell her the truth.
    His self-justification ended as her hand again found his waistband. This time Etienne didn’t try to stop her, instead finding himself sucking in an excited breath, his stomach muscles contracting as she unsnapped the button then lowered the zipper. Her hand had just slipped in when the bedroom door opened. Marguerite stepped inside.
    â€œWell.” Etienne’s mother’s voice was full of dry amusement. “I gather you two are getting along all right.”
    Etienne groaned. His eyes went to Rachel, who sat up to glance around. Her expression was perplexedwhen it landed on his mother. “What are you doing in my wet dream?”
    â€œWet dream?” Marguerite Argeneau shifted her gaze back to her son.
    â€œEr …” was all Etienne said.

Chapter Six
    â€œYou were supposed to convince her that she wasn’t dreaming, son.”
    â€œI know,” Etienne said soothingly. He’d never seen his mother so annoyed. She had been sweet and nice to Rachel, ignoring the wet-dream comment and acting as if she hadn’t just walked in on an awkward moment. Presenting Rachel with a tote bag filled with clothes collected from her apartment, Marguerite had then suggested Rachel might be more comfortable in them than Etienne’s cast-offs. Then she had asked Rachel to come below when she was ready.
    Next, she had ushered Etienne out of the room, her silence along the hall and down the stairs warning him that she was more than a little peeved. Now, inthe living room, he tried to defend himself. “I tried to convince her it wasn’t a dream. I really did.”
    â€œWell, you apparently failed,” Marguerite snapped. “The girl thinks she’s having an erotic dream, for God’s sake!”
    â€œAn erotic dream?” Bastien echoed. His tone was half-amused, half-horrified.
    â€œFascinating.” Lucern—a carbon copy of Bastien, except taller—pulled a pen and pad out of his pocket and jotted something down.
    Etienne glared at his older brothers, then took a deep calming breath. Turning back to his mother, he said, “She’s really resisting the idea of being a vampire. I mean, really resisting, Mother. She’s twisting her brain and contorting her thoughts in the most convoluted ways to avoid accepting it.”
    â€œPerhaps you haven’t presented it properly.”
    That deep male voice drew Etienne’s attention to the bar, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise at the couple standing there. The man had spoken, but Etienne’s gaze found his sister first. Except for the fact that she was blond, Lissianna was an exact replica of their mother. She always looked beautiful, but now, as she crossed the room toward him with a drink, she positively