"Have you a car?" he asked, hissing in pain as the sunlight caught him full in the face. He glanced around quickly, but the sun was full on the house, giving no shade.
"Oh man, you're turning red," Cora said, glancing toward the sky. "The thing about the sun is true?"
"Somewhat."
"I'll get my car," Noelle said, running down a long flagstone walkway toward steps leading down to a parking area. Scrubby desert plants and a few small cacti lined the path, the air around them hot, and filled with the dusty scent of warm, dry earth. A small gecko dashed out from the shade of a rock in front of him as he started down the path toward the driveway.
"Put me down, and go around the side of the house," Cora ordered. He gritted his teeth against the pain in his hands and face, ignoring her demand.
"Alec, stop! You're getting blisters!"
"I'll survive. I don't need you opening up those wounds again."
"Oh, for the love of the saints . . ." She squirmed in his arms for a moment, pulling off her shirt and wrapping it around his head.
Now I can't see.
"I'll tell you where to go. Forward five steps, then stop."
"I really don't need - "
"Stop being such a baby. Five steps."
They made it to the car, although Alec's hands were burning something fierce by the time he placed Cora in the backseat. He was going to sit up front next to Noelle in order to give Cora room to stretch out her leg, but she just grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in after her.
"Go!" she ordered Noelle, and the Guardian, at least, didn't argue. Gravel kicked out behind them as the tires spun, finally getting a grip.
"Put your leg up on me," Alec ordered, trying to arrange Cora's leg, but she shook her head and pulled him toward her, plastering herself against the window.
"Get in the middle," she said in her delightfully bossy tone.
"I'm not - "
Get in the middle, you idiot. The sun won't reach you there.
I'm not going to let you hurt yourself -
"I'll sit on you, OK? Just sit there."
Have I mentioned that I don't like bossy women?
Have I mentioned that I don't like vampires?
Frequently.
Yeah , well, get over yourself. She waited until he moved to the middle of the seat before she scooted over and carefully sat across his legs. "There. Comfy?"
He closed his eyes for a second, the sting of his face and hands fading as her scent permeated his awareness, the feeling of her in his arms, warm and soft, one of her exquisite hips pressed against his penis, making it instantly come to life. He had an almost overwhelming urge to bite her, not just to feed, but simply because he wanted to mark her, to let every man know she was his, and his alone.
Cora turned to look at him, her eyes wide and somewhat hazy with passion. I'm not yours, Alec. Although the biting thing really sounds . . . no. Never mind. I didn't just think that.
He was surprised that she had overheard his thoughts, since she hadn't been able to previously.
Who's projecting now? she asked with a smug little smile into his mind.
He pinched her behind, caressing the sweet curves of her ass as he asked, "Where exactly are we, Noelle?"
"Arizona. Outside of Flagstaff, actually. How did you knock out Mr. de Marco? I didn't see you do anything."