“Why?” He shrugged. “I like speed.”
“Yeah, well I like diamonds, but I wouldn’t spend a half million on one,” she muttered.
Without warning the silver eyes darkened. “I would.”
“You would what?”
“I would spend half a million on diamonds if it pleased you,” he said, his voice low, rough.
Her mouth went dry. “I was just kidding.”
“I’m not.” With a fluid movement he was standing directly before her, his fingers trailing down the curve of her throat. “This satin skin should be draped in the finest gems.” His brooding gaze followed his fingers as they traced the loose neckline of her sweatshirt. “And champagne.”
Excitement tingled through her body, her nipples tightening with unspoken need.
She struggled to think clearly.
“Champagne?”
“I have a rare bottle of Dom Perignon I intend to lick off your body.”
Her gaze lowered to the sensuous promise of his mouth, the vivid image of being stretched on the bed while he licked her from head to toe stealing her breath.
He would be slow, thorough, wickedly skilled.
Oh . . . hell.
This wasn’t supposed to be happening.
No sex with the yummy, aggravating vampire.
Even if it was fantasy sex.
With an effort she forced her reluctant feet to take a step backward, breaking contact with his destructive touch.
“I don’t suppose there’s any reason to linger here,” she mumbled, awkwardly tugging at her sweatshirt.
There was a flash of fang as Roke struggled to regain control of his own hungers, assuring Sally that whatever was happening between them wasn’t one-sided.
Did the knowledge please or terrify her?
Impossible to say.
“Have you considered the fact that our only means of transportation was my motorcycle you so recently mocked?” he demanded.
Well, of course she hadn’t considered that fact. She’d been zapped around the country by Yannah for the past three weeks, she hadn’t had to consider transportation.
She frowned. “The village—”
“Is locked up tight for the night,” he interrupted.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to hotwire a car.”
His brow arched. “And you feel up to walking the fifteen miles in the cold?”
Her lips parted to point out that he could easily carry her that distance only to snap shut.
Roke was as aware as she was of the option.