"Someone looking at us might think we're asleep," I told him.
"You think so? Only if they don't notice my pulse rate ...
or yours." He hit just the right spot, and I moaned.
"Just like Medea," he murmured.
"All I have to do is put my hands on you.
You can be spitting mad ...
and then you lean against me and go all soft and still." He put his mouth against my ear.
"That's how I know you want me as much as I want you." His arms were tight around me, and I knew that I wasn't the only one with wounds.
"I don't purr as well as Medea," I told him.
"Are you sure about that?" And he proceeded to show me what he meant.
If I didn't ever reach Medea's volume, I came close.
By the time he got down to business, there was no room in the inferno he'd made of me for fear or memory.
There was only Adam.
THE NEXT TIME I WOKE UP I WAS SMILING I WAS ALONE in the bed, but that didn't matter because I could hear Adam downstairs--he was talking to Jesse.
Either they were making lunch--I checked the window shades--dinner, or someone was getting chopped into small bits.
Soon I'd start worrying.
But for now ...
the vampires weren't going to kill everyone I knew.
They weren't even going to kill me.
The sun was up.
And matters between Adam and me were right and tight.
Mostly.
We had a lot of things to talk about.
For instance, did he want me to move in? For a night, it was wonderful.
But his house wasn't exactly private; any of his pack could be here on any given day.
I liked my home, scruffy as it was.
I liked having my own territory.
And ...
what about Samuel? I frowned.
He was still ...