Vampire's Hunger by Cynthia Garner Page A

of her sex. A long finger stroked across her swollen clit. She gasped and moved her hands to his shoulders. He slid his other hand into the crack of her ass, the pad of his thumb rubbing over her sensitive rosebud. “There’s a lot to be said for anticipation,” he murmured.
    From somewhere she managed to get a hold of a measure of fair play and decided it was time to take him in hand. “Yes, I agree.” She squirted a good amount of shower gel in the palm of her hand. “Let me return the favor.”
    She washed him just as thoroughly as he had her, and when she got to his hard cock, she perched on the built-in corner bench and beckoned him closer. His broad shoulders blocked the spray of water though rivulets ran in tiny streams down his chest. Now that the warm water no longer sluiced directly on her, the chill of the room made her nipples pucker. She shivered, wanting his mouth on her, but decided she wanted to test that vaunted restraint he’d claimed to have found.
    Kimber pressed her mouth to his corded abdomen, tracing the lines of Duncan’s six pack with her tongue. As she breathed against his belly, his muscles quivered, his cock bobbing up to butt against her chin. “I guess you like that.” She smiled against him and traced the tip of her tongue around the indent of his navel. “How do you like this?” she asked.
    “Lower,” he instructed, his voice harsh and tight. His hands came up to fist in her hair.
    She cleared her throat. Pitching her voice deep, she asked again, “How do you like this?”
    “Smartass,” he muttered. And laughed. It was gruff, rusty, like it was something he didn’t do often. And he probably didn’t. In all the time she’d known him, the only time she’d seen him smile was when he was giving her a hard time.
    She cupped his sac and stroked his hard shaft. He pulsed in her hand, his skin ruddy and hot from the water. His arousal forced blood to flow and warm his body. She wet her lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock.
    He moaned and sifted his fingers through her hair. “Oh, Kimber. Shit!”
    She did a little moaning herself and took him deeper. His flesh was hot and hard, her saliva making his shaft shiny with each outstroke. She fondled his balls in her hand, rolling them over her fingers, tugging on them with firm but gentle pressure.
    He let loose with a string of expletives. She would have smiled if she could have around the stalk of flesh in her mouth. So much for his vaunted self-control.
    As she took him as deep as she could, he cried out in surprise. His hips bucked. The head of his cock nudged the back of her throat. She relaxed her jaw and held him there a moment before humming loudly. His groan was more of a feral growl, full of pleasure and lust. Fingers tightening in her hair, he pulled back from her mouth a little. He took control then, his hips pumping as he worked his cock in and out of her willing mouth.
    Her breasts ached and her nipples drew into hard points. He fucked her mouth at a slow, leisurely pace. She tugged and squeezed his balls, eliciting more growling groans from him. Her clit throbbed and she became wetter and wetter as she continued to please him with her mouth.
    He pulled back and drew her to her feet. “Enough.” His fingers held a fine tremble where they gripped her upper arms. “I want to come inside you.”
    Sappy with the thought she’d brought him to the brink of his control, she grinned up at him. “Yes, please!” Then she wagged a finger. “But only if you do it hard and fast, like you promised.”
    “Don’t forget desperate.”
    Her smile dimmed and her eyes heated. “I’d never forget desperate.”
    He shut off the water and haphazardly dried them, then swung her up in his arms and took her to Aodhán’s bedroom. After laying her gently on her back, he slid her hips to the edge of the mattress and knelt at her feet. “Spread your legs.”
    She did as instructed, shivering. His big hands gripped her inner