didn’t move.
“Oh well, this is just great!” I hollered. First he could barely keep his fangs to himself, and now when I had to save his miserable life, he wanted to go to sleep. Well, not on my watch.
“You are not going to die,” I growled. “In fact, I’m going to seduce the hell out of you.”
I got an eyelid flutter for that.
Ha!
“That’s right,” I said, wrestling with the back zipper of my dress. “I know you’ve been dying for this.”
I dropped my bra. Damned vampire.
My mouth skimmed his jaw and nibbled at the soft spot behind his ear. One by one, I freed the buttons on his white dress shirt until I could press my hands against his deathly cold flesh.
Don’t think of that. I focused instead on the hardness of his muscles, the wisp of hair that trailed from his chest and disappeared into the front of his dress slacks. I flicked a nipple and he groaned. I took it between my teeth and he groaned harder.
That a boy.
I pressed my breasts flush against him and let his coolness seep over me. He’d begun to breathe harder. So had I. I paused for a moment to breathe in his spicy, masculine scent.
I almost forgot this was a rescue mission instead of a mutual pleasuring. He felt so good. I brought my body flush with his, toying with his belt buckle, nibbling my way up his chest as I reached lower.
He inhaled sharply. “Heather.”
“Um-hum,” I said, nuzzling his ear. God, he was hard.
“Help me get undressed.”
“You have to drink,” I said, lips crushed against his ear.
“I want to be inside you.”
“Drink.” I tilted my neck toward him. His fangs pricked the tender skin of my neck, sending a jolt of panic through me.
“Heather?” he whispered against my neck.
I wet my lips. “It’s okay.”
His fangs sank into my neck and my fear vanished. I squirmed, rubbing myself against him as I experienced the most explosive connection I’d ever felt.
Lust swamped me. I shivered with the intensity as he pressed me against his hard body and drank. My body stretched like a bow with sheer pleasure, held in place by Lucien’s steady hands.
He was with me, alive. And he felt amazing.
I was wet, shaking, and on the verge of climax when Lucien sank back from me, dazed. “Is this a dream?” he asked, rolling me under him.
“No,” I said, blinking back to reality. He was alive, and strong. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Not a dream.”
There was stark, sexual hunger in his eyes. “Good.”
I was naked before I knew what had happened.
“Lucien—” His fingers found the core of me and I stopped complaining.
He drew me into the most erotic kiss of my life, his fingers exploring me until I thought I was about to scream from the intensity of it. A second later, I came.
“May I?” he asked.
I threw my head back against the couch. “God, you’re polite.”
“Hardly,” he said, pressing the tip of himself against me. His radiant blue eyes fastened on me. “Tell me you want it.”
My breathing hitched. “I do.”
He drove into me, setting off another wave of pleasure. Sweet heaven, how could anything feel so good? I thought I’d had men before but I’d never had anyone like Lucien.
He pushed me. He filled me. He drove me to heights I hadn’t even let myself imagine before.
I nipped at his shoulder, his neck, anything I could reach.
Lucien let his head drop. His face pressed against my shoulder as his fangs slid along my neck.
“Do it,” I gasped as he bit me again.
Yes! I slammed hard against him as he drove into me. We took from each other and gave to each other until it was impossible to separate our two selves.
This time, I screamed as I came.
Lucien gasped and cried out as he stiffened above me. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Afterward, we lay in a boneless puddle, Lucien on his back with one arm behind his head and me using his chest for a pillow.
It was safe to say I’d cured him.
I couldn’t help grinning. “How do you feel?”
“My head hurts.”
I felt myself giggle. “Join the club.”
He was kissing my hair, my forehead, my nose, pretty much any place he could reach. “I haven’t had a headache since 1908.”
“Then you’re due.”
He found my lips again. The man could not keep his mouth to himself.
“1908, huh?” I said, when I managed to extricate myself from yet another deep, hungry kiss (admittedly, I