With a slow, relentless motion his head began to lower. "You fear me drinking your blood?"
"I don't like being a meal on wheels for anyone."
His cool lips skimmed her mourn before brushing her cheek.
"There are many reasons for a vampire to share blood. Trust, friendship, love... lust."
Her heart crashed against her chest as a dark heat spread through her body. He was touching her with nothing more than his lips, but already a heady flutter of excitement was rushing through her lower stomach and her ni**les hardening to tight peaks.
God, it had been so long.
The satin of his hair tickled her nose as his mouth stroked down the curve of her neck. He smelled of expensive cologne and something far more primitive. Something starkly male.
His mouth lingered on the frantic beat of her pulse before his tongue traced the large vein in a wet path back up her throat.
A stab of panic raced through her and her hands lifted to press against his chest.
"Viper."
"At this moment I don't want your blood, pet." His lips brushed her skin sending a jolt of pleasure down her spine.
"Then what do you want?"
"Everything else."
Shifting his head he captured her lips in a kiss that shook her to her very toes.
Oh, Shay, don't think about the taste of those male lips. Or the promise of his hovering body. Or the heat already swirling through the air.
A ridiculous, not to mention an impossible task, she admitted as the kiss deepened.
His mouth was not harsh, but there was a hungry demand that had her own lips parting in helpless response.
A soft moan escaped her throat as his slender fingers cupped her face. Damn and damn. Her entire body was stirring to life beneath his silken expertise.
With gentle insistence his tongue parted her lips to slip within. Her eyes slid shut and she tentatively allowed her tongue to tangle with his. Even worse, the hands she had lifted to ward him off now clutched at the heavy cloak, unthinkingly pulling his long frame to cover her own.
Since the moment she had encountered this vampire weeksago he had invaded her dreams and made her remember sensations better left forgotten. Now she was paying for her weakness in not having banished those treacherous desires.
His hands softly skimmed from her face down her neck. His touch was as light as a butterfly's wing. So light that she barely even noticed when his fingers trailed low enough to slip beneath the tiny harem top to cup her br**sts.
Not until his thumbs rubbed over the sensitive ni**les. A small cry was torn from her lips.
"Viper?"
He swept his mouth over her cheek, his fangs scraping her skin but never drawing blood.
"Shhh... I won't hurt you."
"Are you going to bite me?"
"I had something else in mind at the moment," he huffed.
She shivered in response. Growling low in his throat Viper allowed his body to press her own into the soft seat, his knee nudging her legs apart to allow him to settle against her with shocking intimacy.
It was the hungry joy at the feel of his erection pressing against her that at last jolted her out of the daze of sensual pleasure.
By the flames of hell, what was she doing?