Real Vampires Don't Diet by Gerry Bartlett Page A

what had been a simple case of me giving him a dose of healthy healing blood was turning into a seduction scene right out of one of my fantasies. Yep, a vampire might not have dreams, but she sure has fantasies. Jerry had certainly never thought about lighting candles except for light, back in the days before electricity had been invented. Nope, not thinking about Jerry now. Who was I kidding? I couldn't be with any man and not compare him to Jeremiah Campbell. Not since 1604 anyway. And all of them (and I'm not revealing numbers, you do the math) had come up short when compared to my Scotsman. Ray would probably be the same. I blocked my thoughts and smiled. Nothing was going to happen here tonight. But I wasn't about to share that thought with Ray. I wanted to see what kind of moves he made. If any.
    "My shirt never looked that good on me." Ray was still talking in my head.
    "Maybe you didn't think so, but millions of women would disagree with you." I walked to the bed, putting a little sway in my hips.
    II When you come out looking like that and?' sniff "smelling like that, you give me hope that something interesting is going to happen here. Besides feeding. I mean." Ray smiled and held out his hand. "Lavender. I like."
    "I like too. That's why I chose it. It's supposed to relax me. No ulterior motives."
    "Are you tense? I promise not to attack you this time." Ray pulled me down beside him. "Or at least I hope I won't. I didn't intend to do it last time. I went a little crazy. That's why I lit the candles. I'm trying to make things nice this time. Last time wasn't."
    "I understood, Ray. You weren't yourself. And there's nothing wrong with crazy, as long as it doesn't get out of hand." I settled next to him, facing him. I reached out and brushed the hair back from his forehead. "Quit worrying. You were in a weakened state. You've had time to recover now. I feel sure you'll be fine. Start slowly. Like you just did, smell me. Start here." I touched my neck.
    Oh, pooh, my hands were shaking. So much for calm, sophisticated Glory. I'd had a thing for Israel Caine for years. Sure I was just going to feed him, but this was pretty cool. He was showing every sign of really wanting to be with me. He nuzzled my neck and I felt the gentle scrape of his fangs across my jugular. But he didn't take me there. "You smell fantastic. Like warm, rich blood. I can hear your heart pounding. Does it always beat this fast?"
    "No." I lay back on the pillow. "Every vamp gets off to a little blood exchange. Even when it's just between friends."
    "Friends. Right. You're a good friend to me, Glory." Ray moved down my body, still just inhaling. I try. First he picked up my wrist. Then he touched his lips to the crook of my elbow. Oops. A few buttons had come open on my shirt and he nuzzled the space between my breasts.
    "Soft, sweet, and your pulse is calling to me." He eased down to my knees and then picked up one foot. "You even have a pulse in your ankle. But I won't bite you here. Too bony and there are much more interesting places left to investigate."
    "I think you've gone far enough, Ray."
    He kissed a path up my leg behind my knee.
    I bit back a moan. "Ray, I said"
    "Don't say anything. Just let me explore. Will's been telling me about all the places a vampire can take blood." He carefully, oh, so slowly, moved his lips toward my inner thigh. "There's a spot near here. Isn't there, Glory?"
    "Stop!" I practically flew off the bed. Ray was left looking puzzled, like where the hell did she go? Tough. I stood a foot away and put my hands on my hips. "Okay, Ray, listen to me."
    "Come here, Glory, things were just getting interesting." He patted the bed beside him and gave me his sexy smile again.
    "No, they weren't." I tapped my foot. "That spot you were headed for is an intimacy I reserve for one guy. I think you know who he is."
    That wiped the smile off his face. " I wasn't asking you to make love, just give me some of your blood,"
    "Well, sorry,