gaze was leveled on her as if she were a target.
He'd read her thoughts. He knew what she wanted. And he was prepared to deliver.
He walked up to her, and she heard the door shut and lock. She looked around, wondering if there was someone else in the room. There wasn't.
His hand went to her neck, and he angled her head back with his thumb. "I've wanted to kiss you all night long."
She braced herself for a hard one, ready for all he could give her, except that when his lips came down on hers they were languorous. She could feel the passion in the taut lines of his body, but he clearly refused to be hurried. When he lifted his head, he smiled at her.
She was totally used to the fangs, she thought.
"We're going to take this slow tonight," he said.
But she stopped him before he kissed her again. "Wait. I have something I have to... Do you have any condoms?"
He frowned. "No. Why?"
"Why? Ever hear of safe sex?"
"I don't carry those kinds of diseases, and you can't give me anything."
"How do you know?"
"Vampires are not susceptible to human viruses."
"So you can have sex all you want? Without worrying about anything?"
When he nodded, she found herself feeling a little ill. God, how many women he must have -
"And you're not fertile," he said.
"How do you know that?"
"Trust me. We'd both know if you were. Besides, you won't have your first needing for another five years or so after the change. And even when you're in it, conception isn't guaranteed because - "
"Hold on. What's this needing thing?"
"Females are fertile only every ten years or so. Which is a blessing."
"Why?"
He cleared his throat. Actually seemed a little embarrassed. "It's a dangerous time. All males respond on some level if they're in the vicinity of a female in her need. They can't help themselves. Fights can break out. And the female, she, ah... the cravings are intense. Or so I've heard."
"You don't have children?"
He shook his head. Then frowned. "God."
"What?"
"To think of you going through the needing." His body swayed, as if he'd closed his eyes. "To be the one you used."
Sexual heat came out of him in a rush. She could actually feel a hot gust move the air.
"How long does it last?" she asked in a husky voice.
"Two days. If the female is... serviced well and fed properly, she rebounds quickly."
"And the man?"
"The male's totally used up when it's over. Milked dry. Drained of blood, too. It takes longer for him to recover, but I've never heard one complain. Ever." There was a pause. "I'd love to be the one who relieves you."
Abruptly, he stepped back. She felt a cold draft as his mood changed and the shifting heat dissipated.
"But that will be some other male's duty. And privilege."
His cell phone started ringing.
As he tore it out of his inner pocket with a snarl, she felt for whoever it was.
"What?" There was a pause.
She headed for the bathroom to give him some privacy. And because she needed a little herself. The images in her head were enough to make her dizzy. Two days. Of nothing but him?
When she came back out. Wrath was sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees, brooding. He'd taken off his jacket, and his shoulders looked very wide in that black shirt. As she approached, she caught a glimpse of a handgun under the coat and shivered a little.
He looked up as she sat beside him. She wished she could read him better and blamed the dark lenses. Reaching out to his face, she stroked the harsh cut of his cheek, the strong length of his jaw. His mouth opened slightly, as if her touch made him short of breath.
"I want to see your eyes," she said.
He pulled back a little. "No."
"Why not?"
"Why do you care what they look like?"
She frowned. "You can be hard to read with those glasses on. And right now I wouldn't mind knowing what you're thinking."
Or feeling, even more important.
Finally, he shrugged. "Suit yourself."
When he made no move to take off the lenses, she reached up to the temple pieces and slid the sunglasses from his face. His eyelids were down, his lashes dark against his skin. He didn't open his eyes.
"Won't you show me?"
His jaw tightened.
She looked at the glasses. When she lifted them to the candlelight, she could barely see through them at all, they were so dark.
"You're blind, aren't you?" she said softly.
His lips curled back,