Sex and the Single Vamp by Robin Covington Page B

over her skin and sliding to the floor. The swish of water as she climbed in; her sigh as she settled under the tumbling warmth.
    Fuck, he should leave. Where was that space he was thinking about earlier? He needed to get there. Now.
    “Come here.”
    He froze. His body tensed as he willed it not to move. This was a bad idea.
    “Deacon.”
    He turned, her blue gaze clashing with his as steam rose around her, flushing her skin and making her auburn hair twist into curls that dragged and clung to her damp skin. He wanted to follow their path, licking and tasting, making her burn.
    “Come here.”
    He groaned. This was the time to leave. She’d want to talk and he couldn’t be trusted to keep the secrets he needed to keep for just a little while longer. One wrong slip to Cici and she’d bolt, vulnerable and too angry at him to pay attention to the danger.
    “I’m…I can’t…too jacked up. My nerves are shot.”
    “Your nerves are shot?” She huffed out a bitter laugh as she leaned back against the tub, eyes closed, the pale globes of her breasts breaking the surface of the water and putting her hard, pink nipples on display. “I almost got killed tonight and I need you here with me. Calm the beast and get your ass in here.”
    Whoa. His cock hardened even more in the painful confines of his jeans. She was pissed and his sick, depraved mind got off on it. A new kink in his extensive arsenal. “Look at you. You’re a goddess. Everything about you says don’t fuck with me.”
    Her eyes opened, snapping to lock with his own. “Don’t make fun of me.”
    “I’m not.” And he wasn’t. She was vibrating with rage and he was afraid. Afraid that her demon would reach out and grab his and he wasn’t sure he could contain the chemical reaction. He swallowed hard, loving the small burst of pain that brought him down a little. “I’m not okay tonight, Cici. I’ll hurt you.”
    “Tough shit. Get the beast under control.”
    “But—”
    “You won’t.”
    She looked at him then and he could have resisted her if she’d been a demanding shrew, but the goddam vulnerability in her eyes killed him. On the surface she was a goddess. The huntress. Diana on a rampage, but her eyes gave it away. Not far below the surface was her shimmering, open, hurting core and he had to give in to that.
    His guilt, his fear, his rage would have to wait.
    “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Don’t punish me for this later.” He reached over his head, grabbing his shirt and yanking it off and throwing it on the floor. Within a matter of seconds his jeans and boots had joined it and he was naked, his cock jutting out from his body in full arousal.
    Cici drank him in, her gaze following every line of his body from the top of his head to his feet and then resettled on his groin with a flash of blue around her pupils. Deacon groaned, wrapping his hand around his dick and stroking from root to tip as she watched him, turning him on more with that look than anyone’s touch had ever done.
    “Get in,” she said, her voice huskier with desire.
    They were both in no shape to say and do what they were going to do, but he was powerless to stop it. They’d been on this path for a couple hundred years, and now that they’d crossed over the line there was no going back.
    Deacon slid in behind her, water sloshing over the sides and sluicing across the floor. He leaned back against the side of the tub, groaning when Cici positioned herself between his legs, the crevice of her hot little ass cradling his dick, causing it to throb and pulse against her skin. Cici gave a little gasp and settled in closer, wiggling to torture him.
    “Sorry, it’s nature. Hot woman with an amazing ass rubbing all over me. My dick has a mind of its own.”
    Silence settled around them and he wondered if she was going to let this all go for tonight. He wasn’t a coward, but they had lots of time to rehash the past and let it ruin the present. They didn’t need to