my neck. Sexual energy buzzed at my fingertips, but it melted away when I touched his shoulders. Mage energy had no impact on a Vampire, so at least I never had to worry about shocking him to death.
I arched my back when he slid his hand up my shirt. With a quick pinch, he ripped my bra open and dragged his palm over my breast.
I moaned. Christian’s touch was so easy and left me wanting. I raised my shirt and pressed myself against him. When our heat collided, our lips found each other. The feather-soft kiss grew desperate and deepened into something passionate and primal.
My fingernails scored his back as I nibbled on his bottom lip. “I want a hot bath.”
“Aye. What else?”
“Lots of soap. Get myself all slick.”
His head dipped down, and he took my nipple into his mouth.
I tunneled my fingers through his hair and felt myself close to actually climaxing right there on the ledge of the balcony with my pants still on. “Then I’m going to rub oil all over my body. My breasts, my hips, my ass—everywhere.” I sucked in a sharp breath when his tongue flicked my nipple.
“And then what?”
I slid off the ledge and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Then I’m going to crawl onto the bed and lie on my back… with my knees bent.”
Christian liked the sex talk, but I was unraveling in his arms. When his fangs pierced my neck, mine punched out.
“What else?” he growled.
“I’m going to touch myself, and you’re going to tell me how to do it.”
The button and zipper on my jeans broke away as Christian wedged his hand into my panties. “Like this? Do you want more, lass?”
“Yes.”
His touch was gentle, lightly stroking until I was wet and needy. “Where am I?”
“You’re sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed.”
His beard brushed against my skin as he kissed my throat, my clavicle, my shoulder, and down to my other breast. How did he know exactly how much pressure to apply and when to speed up or slow down?
“And when do I join you?” he inquired.
My cheeks burned and my arms quivered as he stroked me faster. When a finger slipped inside, I gasped.
Christian kept a firm hold. “Answer me,” he said, his mouth between my breasts.
“You don’t join. You just watch me.”
His dark eyes rose to meet mine as if I’d said the magic words that awakened the beast in him. He straightened up, clutched me with one arm, and stroked me to the edge of release.
“I can’t do this out here,” I gasped.
“Aye, you can.”
“No, stop.”
Christian not only stopped, but he pulled his hand free and stepped back. When I felt the absence of pleasure, I decided it didn’t matter who the hell heard us.
I yanked him close. “Don’t stop.”
“Then tell me what you want.”
Our lips touched. “Put your hand inside my panties.”
He released a shaky breath and obeyed my command. But his hand was still, and I knew where this game was going.
“Touch me.”
And he did, but with a look of mischief on his face. “Like this?”
“No. Harder. Stroke me harder like before.”
Christian obediently ran his fingers over my clitoris as if waiting for more instruction.
“I can’t think, Christian. Just fucking touch me. Make me come. Hurry. I need it.”
“Open your legs wider, Precious. Are you ready? It’s taken me decades to learn this little trick.” He gave me a sardonic smile as he skillfully touched, stroked, and revered me.
Christian did something with his fingers that I couldn’t describe, nor did I have time to process exactly what had happened. My release came suddenly, and my entire body locked as every muscle tightened. Hungry eyes watched mine possessively, and I cried out. He made no attempt to silence me. Instead of drawing out my pleasure and letting me ride those final pulses, he abruptly pulled down my shirt and swept me off my feet.
“Where are we going?” I asked, out of breath.
“Quiet, lass.” Once inside, he locked the door and carried me all the way to my room.
I felt like I’d just had a taste of the most heavenly cake, and I wanted the whole damn thing.
“Do you want me to just skip the bath?” I suggested. “Light a fire, and I’ll get you a chair.”
After setting me on my bed, he struck a match and lit a candle. “No need.”
“Right to the sex, huh? Mr. Romantic.”
He set the candle on the bedside table. “As much as I’d like you