This was highly embarrassing and even more highly annoying so I tried to cut him off.
“Lucien –”
I failed at cutting him off.
“I wasn’t prepared. It won’t happen tonight.”
I stared at him.
For three weeks I knew he didn’t go to Feasts. If he did, he was a glutton. He fed morning and night and even would come home some afternoons. And, on top of that, the last time I thought he had sex with someone else, he said he couldn’t even though she tempted him.
As far as I knew, he’d been without for three weeks or longer.
I’d had Lucien-induced orgasms. He’d had nothing.
If that wasn’t a recipe for disaster, nothing was!
“What’s working behind your eyes now, pet?” he demanded, watching me closely, too closely.
I looked over his shoulder.
“Nothing,” I lied.
He gave me a shake.
I looked back at him. “Seriously! Nothing!”
His hand in my hair pulled my head back and his face got close.
“Waking up every day after sleeping next to you, smelling you, feeling you, I take care of myself in the shower. In the beginning, during your punishment, I’d have to do it two or three times a day.” I stared up at him in shock and wonder and maybe a little turned on at his frank honesty but he saved the best for last. “It’s been a long time, too long. It’ll be good to come inside you, sweetling.”
Oh my God.
Yes, totally turned on.
Before my brain kicked in, I whispered, “Can we kick the aunties out right now?”
I saw the flash of his smug smile before he buried his face in my neck and muttered, “You’re adorable.”
I wasn’t trying to be adorable. I was trying to get laid.
“No, seriously.”
His head came up and he touched his lips to mine.
Then he promised, “Soon, Leah.” His eyes went all vampire sexy and he whispered, “Very soon.”
My female parts rippled. He smiled like he knew it.
And he probably did.
I rolled my eyes. He burst out laughing.
Then he walked me out so I could be sarcastic, bitchy and obnoxious to my family.
* * * * *
I was padding on bare feet down the hall when I heard them.