“Can we –?” I began yet again only to be interrupted again.
“Kiss me, Leah.”
“Just give me two –”
His hand pressed my h*ps against his and I could feel he was hard. My body registered that I liked it that he was hard, that I could make him hard just by lying beside him and talking.
That may have been what my body registered but my mind registered complete and utter fear.
I watched his eyes grow dark and intense.
Then he growled, “Do what I say or –”
I cut him off this time and kissed him.
The minute my tongue touched his, per usual, I wondered why I’d struggled against it. Both our heads slanted to opposite sides. Our tongues dueled, both fighting for supremacy, taking, taking, taking, so hungry, at the same time giving so much I felt my body consumed with the gift of his kiss.
It was glorious.
My back arched, pressing my torso into his, seeking maximum contact but he pulled away. His hand moving between us, he yanked at the tie on my robe, shifting it aside. His hand slid across my waist, up my back, pressing in, my sensitive na**d torso flattened against his massive, hard, tee-covered chest.
It felt great.
His mouth broke from mine and he demanded in a husky voice, “Wrap your leg around my waist. I want to smell you.”
His demand caused my belly to dip and a rush of heat to surge between my legs.
I did as I was told, biting my lip, feeling both desire and embarrassment all of this mingled with fear, of him, of what we were doing, of what it meant that I responded to him so strongly even though I despised him so thoroughly.
When my calf curled around his ass, his eyes grew unfocused.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered and his gaze caught mine, still fogged. “I can’t wait to have my mouth on you, to have the taste of you on my tongue, to have that scent take over my world.”
That was the second weirdest, yet most profound, compliment I’d ever had.
I had no time to let it sink in. He was kissing me, harder, more demanding, more beautiful than the last.
His hands moved on me, mine moved on him, yanking up his tee so they could move skin against skin.
His body felt amazing beneath my touch. Hard, silken, strong, massive, defined.
His mouth tore from mine but his lips slid down my cheek, scoring a delicious path over my jaw, neck, down, making me tremble.
“Offer your breast to me,” he ordered, mouth at my chest and I was so deep in my own sensual fog, his question confused me.
“Sorry?”
His lips moved away and he pulled up, his eyes locking with mine.
“I want you to offer me your breast.”
His command sliced through my arousal. I didn’t know what he meant. Was he going to feed on me there like I’d seen the vampire do last night? Or was he going to do something else?
Both of which I wanted. Both of which terrified me.
I swallowed.
His eyes scanned my face before he asked softly, “What’s this?”