The Fangover by Erin McCarthy, Kathy Love

dropping back down onto his chest. That necklace and a tattoo on his hipbone were the only remnants of his gunslinger days. Stella bent over and kissed his shoulder blade while he palmed her nipple. His eyes drifted shut at the soft, worshipful touch. Damn, this was a fantasy sprung to life for him.
    Her teeth wrapped around his necklace and she tugged lightly on the chain before letting it drop. “I’ve always liked your necklace, though it’s not exactly politically correct.”
    Wyatt pinched her nipple again, enjoying the gasp she gave, the dark pools of desire her emerald eyes had become. “That’s not my job to worry about someone else’s feelings or beliefs. I’m a vampire. I live my life my own way. Now stop talking and kiss me again.”
    He wouldn’t have thought Stella would like to be dominated in bed, given that she was something of a control freak, but that’s what his gut told him she wanted. She liked to start it up then turn it over. He was more than happy to oblige.
    “Bossy,” she said in a flirty voice. “Geez.”
    “You like it, admit it.” Wyatt smacked her ass. It was a good ass. One he’d stared at in the bar many, many times. He’d seen tourists staring at her ass, too, as they drank themselves silly and danced to the music their cover band, The Impalers, pounded out night after night. As far as Wyatt knew though, none of them had ever been allowed to touch Stella’s stellar ass. But he was now, and it was small and tight and made him want to slide his dick into her from behind so he could see all her sexy, smooth skin surrounding him.
    “Hey!”
    It was the most fake indignation he’d ever heard. Especially since her ass actually arched out toward his hand when he pulled it away.
    Wyatt popped the button on her jeans, ignoring her obvious request. If he was going to have another crack at her, he wanted no fabric between the palm of his hand and her skin. Her breath caught.
    “Did I say you could take my pants off?” she asked.
    Little flirt. He was so smacking her ass again. “I thought it was implied.” Wyatt yanked the zipper down and flicked his finger on the waistband of her panties. “Once you took off your shirt, you left me with no choice but to get you totally naked and fuck you senseless.”
    She bit her lip, plump and pink from his kisses. “I suppose you’re right. I guess you have to do what you have to do.”
    “What I’m going to do is you.” Wyatt took her jeans and panties down to her thighs, then flipped her onto her stomach so he could work them the rest of the way down her legs.
    “This isn’t very dignified,” she told him. “My face is in the couch pillow.”
    “If your face was in a pillow I wouldn’t be able to hear you bitching about it,” he told her, amused. She wanted to play the game obviously, but it was still hard for her to give up that control.
    “This makes me feel like a naughty kid.”
    “There are whole industries based around that feeling, sweetheart.” Wyatt lightly hit her now gloriously bare backside. “Are you saying you don’t see the appeal?” He gave another soft swat.
    “No. Of course not.” But her voice and her flesh betrayed her. Goose bumps were on her skin, and she was breathy, excited.
    It was the most amazingly sexy thing Wyatt had ever seen and heard. He wasn’t sure exactly how they’d gotten here but he fucking loved it.
    When he didn’t smack her again, he watched the almost imperceptible shift as she raised her ass slightly in offering. Didn’t like it, huh? That was such a lie. Determined to tease her, he caressed her flesh instead, skimming his palm over her curves, brushing down to where the curve met her sex. With just his middle finger, he fluttered between those swollen lips, felt her damp welcoming sweetness, and enjoyed her gasp of approval and the way her knees spread apart to give him ease of access.
    But he just pulled away and delivered a resounding slap onto her ass.
    She wanted to play,