Okay, there were plenty of reasons to become hot and bothered by the vampire.
The soul-stealing beauty of his lean face. The broad chest left bare to reveal the smooth bronzed skin and rippling muscles. The flat stomach and long thrust of his legs half covered by the loose khaki shorts.
And above all the raw, potent sexuality he wielded like a lethal weapon.
For a mindless moment, she became lost in the wicked honey temptation of his eyes, her body instinctively arching toward his teasing touch.
Then, as his lips parted to reveal his fully extended fangs, she was jerked to her senses.
“You son of a bitch.” With a hiss of outrage she slammed her hands against his chest. “Get away from me.”
With infuriating ease, he shrugged off her blow and rolled to pin her to the wooden planks of the hayloft, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.
“You didn’t really think you could outrun me, did you, sweet Laylah?”
She silently cursed the scalding pleasure as he pressed against her, the intimate position revealing he wasn’t indifferent to her proximity.
Gods. Her mouth went dry at the feel of his large and fully aroused c*ck pressed against her inner thigh. If he became any less indifferent she might faint.
“Why won’t you leave me alone?” she muttered.
His head lowered to scrape his fangs along the curve of her neck.
“Why do you think?” he demanded, his tongue brushing the frantic pulse that beat at the base of her throat.
Her eyes flashed with fury even as a violent shudder of awareness wracked her body.
“Dammit, I’ve been polluting the world for the past two hundred years without the sky falling or the gates of hell opening.” Her fingernails bit into his chest as his seeking lips skimmed over her collarbone, her toes curling at the tiny jolts of lust. “Is it really that important to turn me over to the Commission?”
He chuckled, his hands skimming up the curve of her waist, heading ever higher.
“You underestimate your charms if you believe the only reason a man would chase you is to turn you over to someone else.”
“Tane.” She sucked in a sharp breath as his hands cupped the mounds of her br**sts. Oh … yum. His thumb brushed the tip of her nipple, teasing it to a pleading peak. She wanted to yank down his head and devour his sexy lips. She wanted to reach between their bodies and take command of that hard length of him and stroke him until he was begging for release. She wanted to guide him into her body and ease the aching need that had plagued her since the damned vampire had cornered her in the cave. Instead she grit her teeth, and reminded herself that this demon was not only a threat to her, but the child she had sworn to protect. “You’d better watch where you put those hands if you want to keep them.”
He lifted his head to regard her with a brooding gaze. “Would you rather I put them here?” His dark voice slid over her skin like cool satin, his fingers lingering on her ni**les before gliding down her stomach. “Or here?” he husked, the honey eyes shimmering with sinful intent as he tugged at the button fly of her jean shorts. “Or maybe here?”
Exactly there. Her h*ps were already lifting in silent invitation when Laylah came to her senses. “Keep that up and I’ll zap you,” she snapped. “Do you promise?”
She reached down to slap his hand from her shorts. If he managed to get her na**d there would be no halting the inevitable.
It might embarrass the hell out of her, but Tane managed to stir needs she didn’t even know she possessed.
“Don’t think I won’t fry your ass,” she warned. “You saw what I did to Duncan.”
“You said that was an accident.”
“Accident or not, bad things happen when people piss me off.”
“Which must mean that good things happen when people please you.” He lowered his head to lick her beaded nipple through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. “And I promise I can please you. Over and over and over.”
“Gods.” She squeezed her eyes shut as the sense of an impending lightning strike gathered in the pit of her gut. Her powers had never been stimulated during sex. But then again, she’d never been so aroused. Not even during the actual act. A flare of panic squeezed her heart and grasping his mohawk, she yanked his head up to meet her frantic gaze. “Stop it.”
His eyes smoldered with heat, his fangs shimmering in the faint moonlight that slanted through a hole in the tin roof.
“Spring rain.”
“What?”