It was on this thought that his hand, which was curled at my hip drifted up my back and tangled in my hair.
“Are you awake, pet?” he asked in a sexy, rough, drowsy voice.
I tried not to shiver and failed. I also tried not to let him calling me “pet” feel like it was lacerating my heart and failed at that too. Then I tried not to wonder if he called the nameless, faceless her of last night “pet” and I failed at that as well.
I nodded my head, my cheek sliding against his skin. His hand fisted in my hair and he gave it a gentle tug. I looked up at him and his eyes caught mine.
“I’m hungry,” he murmured.
He wasn’t talking about eggs and bacon for breakfast hungry therefore I felt a rush of heat between my legs and my ni**les contracted.
His eyes went lazy and he whispered, “Come here.”
I was about as “here” as anyone could get but I knew what he meant. I slid up, my body rolling deeper into his as his other arm came around to assist, hauling me up further and pulling me over him so I was mostly on top.
His hand guiding my head, my lips hit his and he kissed me.
I closed my eyes and all of a sudden I wanted desperately to cry.
He was a really good kisser but this wasn’t our flat out, fight for supremacy, hungry, sexy duel. This was a soft, sweet, morning kiss that felt nice and wonderful.
It was then I began to see the flaws in my new plan.
His lips broke from mine, traveled to my cheek, down to my jaw then to my neck. My legs moved restlessly as a really good kind of warmth tingled through my system.
His hand at my waist slid up my back to my shoulder, over it then, using only his middle finger to touch me in a whisper soft caress, slowly, unbelievably slowly, it traveled down my arm. I felt the goose bumps rising on my skin and they were the really good kind too.
“Do you want me to make you come while I feed?” he muttered against my neck and the answer to that was a big old yes. But I couldn’t believe he was asking me.
Was this some kind of test?
“Can we see how it goes?” I asked and my voice sounded breathy.
His hand in my hair tugged my head back so he could look at me. The fingers of his other hand curled around my wrist as he studied my face, his eyes thoughtful and maybe even a little wary.
“If that’s what you’d like,” he replied and I started to nod my head when he went on, a smile tugging his handsome mouth, “but I know how it’ll go.”
He didn’t wait for me to reply. His hand brought my wrist to his mouth while he kept his eyes locked on mine. I felt his tongue lash against the pulse at my wrist in a way that was so sensual, my breath caught.
His long fingers slid down, curling into my palm, dwarfing my hand in his much larger one. His mouth moved and all I felt was the flow as he began to feed.
It’s impossible to explain how beautiful this feeling was. If I hadn’t felt it, I wouldn’t believe it. Perhaps it had something to do with giving another being sustenance, nourishment, life. Perhaps it was lips locked and sucking. Perhaps it was bodies touching and other connections besides, both physical and emotional, both intimate.
Whatever it was, it felt great.
His black eyes held mine captive as he drew my blood into his mouth and I squirmed, the fire building, the need turning hungry.
I saw his tongue sweep my skin and then he let my hand go. I couldn’t help it, I felt and heard the mew of complaint escape my throat.
He grinned, rolled me away and his hand went to the drawstring on my pajama bottoms.
“I’ve decided I want you to come while I’m feeding.” He said this like it was some sort of tender challenge.
I was okay with that. Way okay.
“Okay,” I whispered.
His grin spread into an arrogant smile.