Dark Deception (Vampire Royals of New York #1) - Sarah Piper Page 0,44

moved to her curves, skimming the sides of her firm, beautiful breasts. She let out a soft sigh as his thumbs grazed her nipples, diamond-hard points that rose again at his touch.

Devil’s balls, what he’d give for a closet right now, a stolen moment to finish what they’d started last night.

“You sure about that?” Charlotte tried to sound flirty and stern, but her voice trembled, her heartbeat turning ragged behind that thin pink bra.

“Oh, yes. I’m betting it kept you up all night,” he whispered, gently nipping her ear, her neck. “Wondering what might’ve been. What it would’ve felt like with my cock sliding between your thighs, teasing you all night long, making you beg for more.”

Charlotte swallowed hard, her pulse throbbing. “Is that what kept you up all night?”

He pressed his lips to her temple, considering the question. The same dirty, delicious thoughts had been on his mind all night, but it was so much more than that. Sure, he’d tried valiantly to convince himself it was just the interrupted sex—that maybe if he would’ve fucked her properly, he wouldn’t be obsessing about her today.

But seeing her in the daylight, her bright smile, the heady way she looked at him after he’d whispered those dark, sexy promises in her ear… It was more than physical. There was something about Charlotte that had ensnared him from that first moment in the lobby of the Salvatore, and now, Dorian wanted to know her. All of her.

“Since I met you?” he asked. “Absolutely.”

“We met less than twenty-four hours ago,” she said.

“And I haven’t slept a wink. You?”

She looked up at Dorian through thick lashes, eyes full of a desire so unchecked it sent an electric jolt straight to his cock.

“I… I really should go,” she said, breaking their intense eye contact and reaching for her phone, as if she might be saved by the buzz or the bell. “I have to meet—”

“I’m going to ask you a question.” Dorian encircled her wrist with his fingers. “Your answer will determine how the rest of this plays out.”

Goosebumps rose along her arms, and when she spoke, her voice was tentative, her gaze dreamy and faraway. “Okay.”

“Do you want me to let you go?”

She stared at the fingers wrapped around her wrist, no idea what the soft pulse beneath her skin was doing to him, no idea what he could do to her if he let his true desires take hold.

Silence descended, the only sounds her sharp intake of breath and the steady thrum of that pulse, beckoning him closer. Teasing him. Tormenting him.

“It’s a simple question, Charlotte.” He released her wrist and took her face between his hands, her silky hair tickling his fingers. It was impossible not to imagine pulling on that hair while he fucked her mouth, sliding into the back of her throat as she sucked him in deep, a fantasy he’d lived out a hundred times since last night. He’d still tasted her on his skin this morning, on his lips, on his fingers, and all he could think about was stripping her bare and plundering her until they both collapsed from exhausted pleasure.

He thought he’d never see her again.

And now, standing so close to the woman of his fantasies he could almost taste her, he looked deep into her eyes, whispering one last time against those luscious, rose-colored lips. “Yes, or no?”

Chapter Eighteen

Yes, or no?

After a picnic dinner of cheese fries and vanilla shakes, Charley lounged on a blanket in Bryant Park with Sasha, alternately watching the movie and wondering if she’d done the right thing.

In the hours since she’d run into Dorian at the museum, she’d gone from yes, to no, to hell no, and was currently hovering around “worst mistake of her life” territory. But the moment her phone lit up with a text from her newest contact, that “hell no” turned into a “holy orgasmic yes” in a heartbeat.

Miss me, love?

I’ve been keeping myself occupied, she replied.

Literally or figuratively?

Use your imagination.

I’m sitting at home doing just that. Where are you?

On a date. Go away.

You’re on a date, but you’re texting me?

YOU’RE texting ME.

And yet…

Charley bit back a smile. You’re impossible!

I must’ve made quite a second impression if you’re still ignoring your date for me.

I’m not ignoring her! But for the record, my sister would think you’re a total creep.

What kind of creep buys a girl a jumbo hot dog on their first date?

Hot dogs are the creepy man’s trademark. And that wasn’t our first date. More