finger down the vein of my neck, a move he knew would make my breath go shallow. I tried to move away from his touch, but Vlad pressed his palms to the wall on either side of my head, caging me in.
“I’m here on business,” I said, glancing up at him briefly.
I knew better than to meet his gaze for long, but I don’t know why I even bothered. In a blur of movement he had me in his arms, my body pinned tightly against his.
“Are you certain?” he demanded. “It has been a very long time since you have let me take from you.”
I felt my resolve beginning to shatter. “There’s a reason for that,” I reminded him, my voice sounding too strained to be convincing. “Remember?”
Vlad chuckled, the deep velvety sound caressing me inside and out, making my heart once more beat frantically. Being a member of the undead, Vlad had no beating heart to clue me in on what he might be feeling, but as his hand slid slowly down my backside to grip my ass and press my pelvis into his, I was assured that another, very impressive organ, was still very much alive.
I groaned—or maybe moaned; I’m not sure which. Either way, I brought my eyes up to his, conceding defeat.
And what I’d thought was off, was very much on again.
Chapter 12
“You’re a suspect in several murders, Vlad,” I told him as I pulled my jeans on, keenly aware of the bite mark throbbing on my inner thigh. “I have to take you in for questioning. It’s my job.”
Vlad shrugged, causing his half-buttoned shirt to gape open, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest once more. My libido greedily licked its lips, already hungry for another helping.
Mmm. Yummy. . . .
“I have been a very good vampire,” Vlad assured me. “I have not killed a single soul since being rehabilitated by you.”
“God, Vlad, you make that sound dirty,” I grumbled, searching his office for my shirt and missing boot.
I heard him laugh from where he sat perched on the corner of his desk and then in the next moment felt his arms around me as he nuzzled my neck. “Perhaps I need to be rehabilitated a little more,” he murmured against my skin. His hunger for me was evident in the barely restrained urgency of his caresses.
With a herculean force of will, I dropped down, ducking out of his hold and snatching up the boot that had been tossed behind a chair. “Sorry,” I replied, pulling it on. “This was the last time, Vlad. It has to be.”
He sighed, no doubt recalling how many times we’d had the same conversation.
“I’m serious,” I said firmly. “I’m tired of being just a midnight snack-n-sack to you.”
“Then don’t be.”
My head snapped up. Too surprised to remember to avoid looking into his eyes, my gaze locked briefly with his. “What are you talking about?”
“You say you are nothing to me, that I simply use you for blood and sex, but when I ask you to stay with me you run away. You have never even slept in my arms, Red.”
Hmm. He had a point.
I really was crazy about Vlad—and when things were on they were very, very on . But then he’d go on a womanizing spree or I’d find myself getting a little too comfortable with our situation, and one or both of us would become unreachable for a while.
“You’re just lonely,” I said, finally locating my shirt. “You don’t want me, Vlad, you just want some body at your beck and call so you don’t have to go hunting.”
“Red, my own—”
“I’m not your own,” I interrupted.
Vlad lifted his arms in invitation. “You could be, little one.”
Whoa.
Was he seriously asking me to be something to him? Something more than just a lover? If so, what? A girlfriend? I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling panicked. A wife ?
I must have gone about three shades of white because Vlad rushed forward, easing me down into a nearby chair. “Are you unwell?”
I looked at him cautiously. His face was only inches from mine as he knelt in front of me. “What—” My voice cracked, so I
“I’m here on business,” I said, glancing up at him briefly.
I knew better than to meet his gaze for long, but I don’t know why I even bothered. In a blur of movement he had me in his arms, my body pinned tightly against his.
“Are you certain?” he demanded. “It has been a very long time since you have let me take from you.”
I felt my resolve beginning to shatter. “There’s a reason for that,” I reminded him, my voice sounding too strained to be convincing. “Remember?”
Vlad chuckled, the deep velvety sound caressing me inside and out, making my heart once more beat frantically. Being a member of the undead, Vlad had no beating heart to clue me in on what he might be feeling, but as his hand slid slowly down my backside to grip my ass and press my pelvis into his, I was assured that another, very impressive organ, was still very much alive.
I groaned—or maybe moaned; I’m not sure which. Either way, I brought my eyes up to his, conceding defeat.
And what I’d thought was off, was very much on again.
Chapter 12
“You’re a suspect in several murders, Vlad,” I told him as I pulled my jeans on, keenly aware of the bite mark throbbing on my inner thigh. “I have to take you in for questioning. It’s my job.”
Vlad shrugged, causing his half-buttoned shirt to gape open, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest once more. My libido greedily licked its lips, already hungry for another helping.
Mmm. Yummy. . . .
“I have been a very good vampire,” Vlad assured me. “I have not killed a single soul since being rehabilitated by you.”
“God, Vlad, you make that sound dirty,” I grumbled, searching his office for my shirt and missing boot.
I heard him laugh from where he sat perched on the corner of his desk and then in the next moment felt his arms around me as he nuzzled my neck. “Perhaps I need to be rehabilitated a little more,” he murmured against my skin. His hunger for me was evident in the barely restrained urgency of his caresses.
With a herculean force of will, I dropped down, ducking out of his hold and snatching up the boot that had been tossed behind a chair. “Sorry,” I replied, pulling it on. “This was the last time, Vlad. It has to be.”
He sighed, no doubt recalling how many times we’d had the same conversation.
“I’m serious,” I said firmly. “I’m tired of being just a midnight snack-n-sack to you.”
“Then don’t be.”
My head snapped up. Too surprised to remember to avoid looking into his eyes, my gaze locked briefly with his. “What are you talking about?”
“You say you are nothing to me, that I simply use you for blood and sex, but when I ask you to stay with me you run away. You have never even slept in my arms, Red.”
Hmm. He had a point.
I really was crazy about Vlad—and when things were on they were very, very on . But then he’d go on a womanizing spree or I’d find myself getting a little too comfortable with our situation, and one or both of us would become unreachable for a while.
“You’re just lonely,” I said, finally locating my shirt. “You don’t want me, Vlad, you just want some body at your beck and call so you don’t have to go hunting.”
“Red, my own—”
“I’m not your own,” I interrupted.
Vlad lifted his arms in invitation. “You could be, little one.”
Whoa.
Was he seriously asking me to be something to him? Something more than just a lover? If so, what? A girlfriend? I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling panicked. A wife ?
I must have gone about three shades of white because Vlad rushed forward, easing me down into a nearby chair. “Are you unwell?”
I looked at him cautiously. His face was only inches from mine as he knelt in front of me. “What—” My voice cracked, so I
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