In a flash all gentle exploration was gone. The minute his tongue touched mine, my body exploded. My stomach dropped, my toes curled, my ni**les hardened and I felt a wave of fire rush between my legs.
It was fantastic.
Helpless to stop myself and not even trying, I pressed into him full body, trying to get as close as I could. Even though I was lying down, both of my hands slid up his chest and held onto his shoulders tightly like if I didn’t, I would fall.
At my touch, he growled low in the back of his throat, the power of it vibrating through my mouth, against my tongue and I lost it. Not that I had much of “it” to lose.
One of my hands pushed under his arm, wrapping around his back. The other one curled around his neck and up, gliding into his thick, soft hair.
He rolled into me, slanting his head further, deepening the kiss, his hand at my back sliding over my bottom, cupping me, pressing in. Our tongues tangled and he tasted beautiful. I’d never tasted anyone (especially in the morning) that amazing.
I liked it. I craved it. I wanted more and I took it. I took it like I needed it, like my life had a limit and if I didn’t get as much of it as I could, I’d quit breathing the next instant.
He felt my urgency and rolled me fully to my back, his weight pinning me, his h*ps grinding into mine so I could feel his arousal. My body answered with another luscious belly drop and rush of warmth at my core. My hand clenched in his hair and I didn’t care if it hurt. I was going to hold him to me for as long as it took me to get my fill of that mind-blowing kiss.
Suddenly his mouth tore from mine. His head went up and cocked slightly to the side.
I did not like this.
I held his hair clenched in my fist, my body squirming under his to resurrect our contact, my breath coming in fast pants.
“We’ve company,” he murmured, his eyes dark and unfocused, a strange look of annoyance on his features.
“What?” I breathed.
He looked down at me and when he did his face gentled.
“Company,” he repeated and I didn’t process this. I couldn’t. My concentration was entirely centered on his mouth, his eyes, his face, his body, his hardness, his heat and the intense, altogether too pleasant feeling between my legs.
His face dipped closer and my mind and body rejoiced.
But he didn’t kiss me (alas).
Instead, his hand came to cup my jaw and he muttered, “I can’t tell you how much it pleases me that you need no instruction on how to kiss me like I like it.”
This pleased me too. Intensely. Considering I hated him with every fiber of my being this also confused me. Just as intensely. And, considering I hated him with a depth that was scary, this also pissed me off, at myself. Even more intensely.
Before I could come to terms with any of this, his mouth brushed mine then he whispered, “I’ll be back.”
In a flash, he was out of bed. He hesitated at its side, looking down at me.
I blinked, still not used to how quickly he could move not to mention the sight of his chest.
I watched his face grow hard and he ordered, “Don’t move.”
Then he was out the door.
I lay in bed wondering what in the hell just happened.
My body didn’t wonder. It knew what happened. It liked what happened. It wanted more of what happened.
“Oh my God,” I breathed aloud.
I was deranged.
I liked being kissed by a vampire. Worse! I liked being kissed by Lucien, the Big, Bad, Jerky, Controlling Vampire.
I’d lost my mind.