against his, blending their subtle heat differences in a cool-hot crush of soft and hard.
She lay next to a vampire. Who had bitten her. She could feel a subtle tingle at the place on her breast where his teeth had invaded her in a surprisingly sensual way. Lost in orgasm, she hadn’t noticed the bite until it was too late, but sensed it was what had increased her pleasure and sent her reeling.
A part of her flowed through him now. Strange to consider, but still, she hadn’t the sense to be frightened, only intrigued at her bold step into the unknown. And nervous, but dancing with him had quickly allayed that jittery tension and made her like him even more. She was going to have to download that Bublé song to her iPod later.
The room was dark, yet a pale illumination behind the curtains proved it was morning. Her lover roused with a satisfied groan, and his hand slid along her back, stirring her to instant arousal. She playfully nipped his nose.
“You think so?” he murmured in a sleepy voice.
“I do think so.” Sliding her hand down his rigid abs, she grasped his semihard shaft, and it reacted by thickening and growing harder. “And parts of you do, as well.”
Burrowing under the covers, she kissed down his taut abdomen and to the head of his erection, licking the smooth helmet of flesh and deciding he could return to sleep if he wanted to; she didn’t need his participation to do what she had in mind. Pushing down the sheets and straddling him, she glided her mons over the steely length of vampire hardness.
“You’re a little pushy in the mornings, you know that?”
“Let me guess. You’re not a morning person?”
“Not exactly,” he said with a wince. He blocked his eyes with a hand. “Those curtains don’t shut out much light.”
“Don’t worry.” She pulled the bedspread over her shoulders and tented it over the two of them, returning darkness to her vampire lover’s eyes. “How’s this?”
He grabbed her hips and nudged his way inside her. “Good morning, lover.”
IT WAS DIFFICULT to rise and get dressed, but Daniel wasn’t going to stick around for coffee and chatter. He didn’t do the lingering thing. Despite being compelled to lean in and kiss Olivia after putting on his shirt, and after pulling up his jeans, now he paced the room looking for his socks, but he wasn’t sure if returning to bed for a snuggle would be such a bad idea after all.
On the other hand, he’d missed an appointment last night. It had completely slipped his mind. His body had been eager to leave, but his mind and his skin had been lured back to Olivia’s side. He’d get hell for that. Or rather, hell may have emerged because he’d been too focused getting busy with the pretty singer. He had to get out of here and go make amends.
Nestled in the wrinkled purple sheets, Olivia asked, “Do you have a soul?”
Now she wanted to talk deep stuff? Best to nip this conversation in the bud, and fast. “Yes, but it’s dark as hell.”
He snagged a sock and pulled it on, but had to sit on the bed to do so. Claiming arms snaked around his waist and her cheek nuzzled against his back. He closed his eyes, taking in the sweetness of the touch. She hadn’t screamed last night when he’d bitten her. She could never know how much that meant to him.
“I don’t believe that,” she said.
“That I have a soul? I do, far as I know. Never got the course on Vampires 101, but I’ve learned a few things over the past year. Vampire souls are not bright and shiny. We do evil things to…”
“To survive. But you said you don’t kill.”
“Couldn’t fathom the act.”
“And you don’t create other vampires?”
His jaw tightened to think of the appointment he’d missed. A life was at stake. And he had let that life—and two others—down.
“Creating another bloodsucker would be worse than death.”
“Then your soul is as bright as I think it is.”
The woman had an optimistic streak that he didn’t want to get caught up in. It was like a sunbeam flashing across a dusty room. They’d known each other but a day, and now was no time for a deep conversation about life and whether or not vampire souls were dark or bright.
Bright? Hell. Olivia was naive, and he intended to walk out the door and never return. She didn’t deserve the corruption