His eyebrows shot up. “Never been skinny dipping? Come on, chére, let’s expand your horizons.”
“Isn’t it cold?”
He moved closer, his fingers grazing her thighs for a moment before resting against her skin in a blaze of heat. “I won’t let you get cold,” he said quietly
Natalie’s gaze shot up to meet his eyes. There was no glint of humor anymore. There was nothing but naked desire. “Take it off,” he said, his dark voice a caress of sound in the steamy air.
Nerveless fingers struggled with the tight hooks on the front closure of her sports bra. He didn’t try to help her, didn’t move at all, except for his eyes, which followed her fumbling fingers with an intensity that made her hands shake even worse.
She felt a warm brush of something hot and wet, and looked down to see Christian kissing his way up her thigh, those strong fingers sliding to the inside of her knees to spread her legs. He lifted his eyes to hers again, as he insinuated himself between her thighs, powerful arms levering his body out the water as he kissed her fumbling fingers, first one hand, then the next, before sliding back into the water, and draping her legs over his shoulders.
Natalie blushed when he kissed the inside of her thigh, his mouth only inches away from her sex. She wondered if he could smell the arousal throbbing between her legs, the desire slicking her pussy.
“Natalie,” he growled, giving her fingers a meaningful glance where they’d frozen over the hooks of her bra clasp. His hands slid around to cup the curve of her ass, and a helpless noise escaped her throat when his fingers slipped beneath her underwear to dig into her bare cheeks, tugging her closer to the edge of the pool, bringing her eager pussy closer to his mouth. She closed her eyes against the sight of him. He was the very image of temptation whispering against her thighs, and she was abruptly driven by a desperate need to free herself from the confining bra. Her breasts felt suddenly too big, her nipples aching pearls of exquisite sensation that scraped against the tight cotton fabric with every breath.
Christian’s fingers gripped the back of her underwear and tugged, his eyes meeting hers, almost daring her to say “no.”
Natalie’s body had become a single, throbbing, pulse of desire, every beat of her heart sending scorching need pulsing through her arteries. She ripped the last hook away, and her chest expanded with a deep breath of relief as the confining bra fell away from her breasts, her nipples so hard and swollen that the fabric hung up briefly before she dragged it down.
A rumble of sound came from deep in Christian’s chest as he eyed her bare breasts. He yanked her underwear over her hips, under her ass, and down her legs in a single, smooth motion, and tossed them to one side.
“Do you want this, Natalie?” he asked, his expression deadly serious as he stared up at her.
She swallowed, her voice scratchy on a dry throat. “Yes,” she said, and knew it was true. She wanted Christian with a yearning that wouldn’t ease, but this was more than that, more than simple sexual desire. She wanted Christian, not just the beautiful vampire, but the man. “I want you,” she told him.
His smile was the one mothers warned their daughters about, what fathers guarded their daughters against. He was sin and temptation, and the promise of a sexual ecstasy that few ever experienced.
Natalie closed her eyes against the overwhelming ache of longing that flooded her soul with that smile. But her eyes flashed open at the feel of Christian’s hot breath on the tender skin of her inner thigh. She looked down to see him kissing his way closer to her core, pushing her legs wide until she was completely bare to him, her pussy only inches from his mouth. She flushed with embarrassment and would have closed her legs, but his shoulders held her knees wide, his fingers sliding up her thighs, stroking ahead of his lips until his thumbs grazed the lips of her pussy, already slick with her juices and puffy with arousal.
“Christian,” she gasped as she felt the edge of his teeth on the tender skin of her thigh.
He kissed the spot he’d just bitten, even though she’d barely felt it. It wasn’t his fangs, but his human teeth that he’d bitten her with. Her eyes opened blearily, and she watched as he licked and sucked her inner thigh, her breath catching when she realized his mouth was lingering just above the big femoral vein.
“Have you ever been bitten by a vampire?” Christian murmured, his words a cool brush against her wet skin.
Natalie shook her head, then realized he was facing her thigh, and couldn’t see her. “No,” she rasped.
He looked up at that, his smile one of amused disbelief. “No? All of those beautiful vampires walking the halls, and you’ve never indulged?”
She shook her head again.
He lowered his mouth to her thigh and hummed wordlessly, sending a shiver of lust straight between her legs. “I like that,” he murmured. “I like being the one to pop your cherry.”
“Christian!” she breathed, shocked and turned on at the same time.
He chuckled softly, before licking his way to the very edge of her pussy, then pulling back again, to blow on her wet flesh.
Natalie’s hips thrust upward, almost unwillingly, eager for the touch of his mouth. He smiled against her skin, then suddenly slipped his tongue between her folds and licked, his tongue rough against sensitive flesh, as he tasted her from the swollen opening of her pussy to her throbbing clit. She moaned and pushed against his mouth, but he only circled that engorged nub, making her keen with need.
“Tell me again,” he demanded, then moved his mouth back to suck gently at the skin of her thigh.
“I want you,” she gasped, barely able to get the words out for the pounding of her heart.
His soft growl vibrated against her thigh a moment before she caught the flash of his fangs, and then the sharp pain of his bite stabbed into her thigh, and a shocking wave of carnal greed rolled through her, shivering over her clit and prickling her skin, making her womb ache beneath the clenched muscles of her abdomen, and tightening her nipples into hard peaks above the swollen flesh of her breasts. Natalie cried out, as the sensation crashed over her, thinking this was what everyone had told her about, this incredible feeling of erotic pleasure.
But that was only the beginning. Unfettered lust suddenly raced through her veins like fire, lighting up every nerve, every muscle. Her back bowed from the force of it, her legs spreading wide as if she could somehow free herself from the pressure of this consuming need. Her head fell back, her desperate cries impossible to contain. She didn’t think about anyone hearing her scream, didn’t consider the neighbors, or even Marc in the house behind her. Her only thought was to let it go before it destroyed her. Christian snarled as he lifted his mouth from her thigh, his fangs sliding out and his tongue lapping up the remaining blood, soothing the wound that didn’t hurt, but ached as though she could never have enough of it.
Natalie sobbed in relief, thinking it was over, that her body would be hers once again. But her sobs turned to renewed cries as Christian’s sinful mouth moved up her thigh, his kisses wet on her overheated skin, his thumbs spreading her wide a moment before his mouth closed over her clit and sucked.