little? Through the park over there? I just don't feel like getting stuck at a table. I'm too… restless.”
Rhage shoved the car keys into his pocket. “I'd love to.”
As they meandered out onto the grass and walked beneath a canopy of colored leaves, he scanned the environs. There was nothing dangerous around, no threats he could sense. He glanced upward. A half-moon dangled in the sky.
She laughed a little. “I would never do this normally. You know, go out into the park at night. But with you? I don't worry about getting mugged.”
“Good. You shouldn't.” Because he would slice up anything that tried to harm her, human or vampire or undead.
“It seems wrong,” she murmured. “Being outdoors in the dark, I mean. It feels a little illicit and a little scary. My mother always warned me about going places at night.”
She stopped, tilted her head back, and stared upward. Slowly she extended her arm to the sky with her hand out flat. She closed one eye.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Holding the moon in my palm.”
He bent down and followed the length of her arm with his gaze. “Yeah, you are.”
As he straightened, he slid his hands around her waist and pulled her back against his body. After a moment's stiffness, she relaxed and dropped her hand.
God, he loved her scent. So clean and fresh, with that slight hint of citrus.
“You were at the doctor's when I called today,” he said.
“Yes, I was.”
“What are they going to do for you?”
She broke away and started walking again. He fell into step with her, allowing her to pick the pace.
“What did they tell you, Mary?”
“We don't have to talk about all that.”
“Why not?”
“You're going against type,” she said lightly. “Playboys aren't supposed to handle the unattractive parts of life well.”
He thought of his beast. “I'm used to unattractive, trust me.”
Mary stopped again, shaking her head. “You know, something isn't right about all this.”
“Good point. I should be holding your hand while we walk.”
He reached out, only to have her pull away. “I'm serious, Hal. Why are you doing this? Being with me?”
“You're going to give me a complex. What's wrong with wanting to spend a little time with you?”
“You need me to spell it out? I'm an average-looking woman who's got a below-average life span. You're beautiful. Healthy. Strong—”
Telling himself he was ten kinds of stupid, he stepped in front of her and put his hands on the base of her neck. He was going to kiss her again, even though he shouldn't. And it wasn't going to be the kind he'd laid on her in front of her house.
As he lowered his head, the strange vibration in his body intensified, but he didn't stop. The hell he was going to let his body dictate to him tonight. Clamping down on the hum, he muscled the feeling around by force of will. When he managed to suppress it some, he was relieved.
And determined to get inside her, even if it was only his tongue in her mouth.
Mary stared up into Rhage's electric blue eyes. She could swear they were blazing in the darkness, that teal light was actually coming out of them. She'd sensed a similar thing back in the parking lot.
The hair on the nape of her neck stood up.
“Don't worry about the glow,” he said softly, as if he'd read her mind. “It's nothing.”
“I don't understand you,” she whispered.
“Don't try to.”
He closed the distance between them, dipping low. His lips were soft as suede against hers, lingering, clinging. His tongue came out and stroked over her mouth.
“Open for me, Mary. Let me in.”
He licked at her until she parted for him. As his tongue slid into her, the velvet thrust hit her right between the thighs, and she eased into his body, heat spearing her as her breasts met his chest. She grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to get closer to all that muscle and warmth.
She succeeded for only a moment. Abruptly, he put a space between their bodies, though he kept in contact with her lips. She wondered whether he still kissed her to hide the fact that he'd retreated. Or maybe he was just trying to cool her out a little, like she was too aggressive or something?
She turned her head to the side.
“What's wrong?” he asked. “You're into this.”
“Yeah, well, not enough for the both of us.”
He stopped her from stepping away by refusing to let go of her neck.
“I don't want to stop, Mary.” His thumbs