Thirst [All-American Vampires 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Bree Younger Page A

attracted to him before, when she hadn’t really known anything about him. After all, he was an incredibly gorgeous man. But he’d been so supportive to her that her attraction to him had become more than just physical. Underneath that badass exterior lurked a nurturer. It had been a surprising revelation. During the interview with Anya, she’d felt him there beside her, giving her his strength as she’d feared Anya would not be able to help them. It made him hard to resist.
    She thought back to the night before and couldn’t hold back a quiver of arousal as she remembered how good his hands had felt on her. Or the way his voice had sounded so husky with passion. He’d been so forceful, controlling everything that had happened. She was surprised at how much that had added to her enjoyment of the experience. Plus the fact that he didn’t press her to reciprocate, and—
    “So do you wanna talk about it?”
    She started at the sound of his voice in the silence of the vehicle. “What?”
    “I can feel you sitting there analyzing everything that happened between us last night. Do you want to talk about it, or would you rather we just continue to ignore that it happened?”
    She could feel her cheeks getting hotter. “I’m not ignoring anything. And I don’t really know what there is to discuss.”
    “Well, I’d be pretty interested in what you thought about the experience.”
    She raised her eyebrows. “What? You want a critique on your performance?”
    He chuckled. “Nope. I just wanted to know if you had admitted yet to yourself how much you enjoyed it. And how much you’d like to do it again.”
    Outraged, she turned to face him. “That is absolutely ridiculous.”
    “Is it?” He slid a look at her. “I was there, too, remember. You were begging me. And I liked that. I liked it a lot.” He reached out to stroke a quick trail down her cheek. “A whole lot. It was damn hard not to fuck you like you wanted me to. But I knew you’d regret it tonight, so I didn’t press it.”
    “You…I…Jesus!” She couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.
    “I can tell you don’t have a lot of experience, probably none with a man like me, but you’re extremely responsive, Claire. More so than I had expected, given the fact that I pressed you pretty hard.” He shrugged. “I want you, and I know you want me, too. I just need to know if you understand the kind of man I am. The kind of lover I will be to you. I don’t do nice and easy too often. I have rough edges. I don’t know if you can handle them. I’ve been fighting my desire for you ever since I first saw your picture, and quite frankly, I’m damn tired.” She bit her lip to stop it from trembling. “The things I want to do to you, sweetheart, would probably stop that little heart of yours in shock. What we did last night was just the tip of the iceberg.”
    “You know I have to focus on finding my sister.”
    “Of course. And I won’t let anything interfere with that. But that doesn’t mean that we won’t have some time to do a little exploring. If you want to. If you can handle it.” His eyes bored into hers before returning to the road.
    “I’m not that inexperienced, either. I told you about what happened.” She looked away, not wanting to see the pity in his eyes.
    She saw his hand tighten on the steering wheel. “Rape isn’t the kind of experience I mean, sweetheart. Just because you were forced doesn’t mean you know the kinds of demands I’ll make on you. I won’t be easy on you just because of what you’ve been through. I’ll push you. I’ll tie you up. I’ll taste every inch of that sweet little body of yours. And I’ll fill every hole you’ve got and make you come so many times you won’t remember any other man’s touch but mine. Can you handle that? Do you even want to?”
    What could she say? She wanted to say yes. His words alone had already gotten her wet and sticky between her thighs. But she was scared. What if she