his head to the side. “I know what will help.” Scooting his chair out a bit, he pats his hard thighs in invitation. “Come on over here and climb aboard. No time like the present.”
I know exactly what he intends, picking the thought from his mind. He’s right.
Walking toward him in my bulky clothing, I peel off my coat, dropping it to the floor before straddling his lap.
“Hey, I do need to talk to you after this, and we don’t have a lot of time. This is not going to be a major undertaking, okay, babe?”
He grins back at me. “Ah, only time for a quick bite? Then let’s get to it.”
Normally, I’d never be the one to push a quickie. I love to draw every blood exchange out, letting the emotions rack our bodies. This murder hangs over our heads, while I become more tense and worried. I want to talk about the death, work out a plan on what to do, but time seems to be getting away from me. Yes, I’m a control freak. And it has helped me survive a long, long time.
Rafe senses the tension coiled under my skin. It permeates every fiber, feeling like it’s pushing to get out. I feel the need to do—to be doing something—now, NOW!
He runs his hands up and down my arms to soothe me.
“Shush, my liebling, you must turn your mind off sometimes,” he coos in a soft voice.
Like I can shut it down any time soon. The werewolf blood’s driving me hard and making my skin feel itchy again. So much for my yoga pose helping me to achieve some calm.
Rafe kisses me lightly on the mouth while reaching for a small silver paring knife on the kitchen table. I feel a sharp nick on my neck a split second before his hot mouth latches on to the cut. The knife clatters back to the table with a twist of his wrist. Rafe’s fingers reach between us as he pulls deeply on my neck.
The pressure of his hand, palm in, on the seam of my jeans is delicious. He slowly rubs the juncture between my legs. The action gives me something to focus on in the rush of sensations. The weight against my mound feels firm and steady, arousing me in the heat of our exchange.
My attention snaps back at Rafe’s first deep pull from the slight wound. The feeding allows me to push some of the excess power out with the flow of my life force. Rafe moans against my skin from the power coursing through our joining, his tongue lapping in delicate strokes at the torn edges of skin.
So much, liebling. I can see why you felt so high strung. Give more to me.
I didn’t know I needed a release so soon after my last one, but my body responds instantly. My hips thrust forward into his hand while I reach up to secure his head more firmly against my neck. Pushing more power into him, I sense his teeth working the wound to keep it open. The vampire ability to heal quickly closes the wound before we’ve both had enough.
When Rafe bites down hard to re-open the cut, his next draw mixes with the delicious pain of his bite, sending me streaking over the brink, moaning out and thrusting like a wild woman toward his clever hand.
One more long, deep suck brings a yell from me.
Writhing in his lap, I convulse and lean forward onto his chest. The orgasm came on so quickly, there’s no time to register the full intensity of the release before the after-shudders wrack my body.
Ah, quickies can be nice, especially when you don’t expect them.
Rafe leans back to slip two fingers from his other hand into my mouth. I suck languidly for a brief, delectable moment. He withdraws them with reluctance to coat the bite on my neck with the saliva. It helps heals the new injury while Rafe licks the small trace amounts of blood off my neck, leaving soft kisses behind.
“You needed that, hon. The energy had to be bled off a little.”
Barking out a ragged laugh, I sag forward onto his big, warm chest. “A little? You think?”
He rubs my back slowly up and down, almost like he’s trying to calm a runaway horse. Pretty accurate when considering my actions from before.
Nudging against my lower abdomen is the hardness of Rafe’s unspent pleasure. “You know I don’t like to leave you hanging, but there isn’t a