Amanda glared at him. Her bladder felt as if were going to burst, but she was having a very difficult time going with him sandwiched between her and the stall door.
And all because Tabitha couldn't remember to let her damn dog out! If she ever got out of this, she was going to kill her sister. Dead. Dismantled!
"What's taking so long?" he asked in an aggravated tone.
"I can't go with you standing there."
"Would you just go?"
"Just you wait! Sooner or later, it'll be your turn and I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm."
He went rigidly still at her words. "Baby, you could never make me squirm."
The coldness in his voice scared her.
It took her a few minutes, but she finally finished and her face was hotter than a summer afternoon at the equator. She washed her hands, all the while trying not to look at Hunter.
"You have toilet paper on your shoe," he said, glancing down at her foot.
"Oh, of course," she said. "Anything to make this more embarrassing for me. Could you get any more personal?"
A devilish gleam entered his eyes. Then that dark, penetrating stare dropped to her lips. She swore she could feel his hunger, feel his inner need to touch her.
Before she knew what he was doing, he cupped her head with his free hand, brushed her bottom lip with his thumb, and bent his head down to capture her lips with his.
Stunned, Amanda couldn't think, couldn't move, as his warm lips parted hers.
The scent of leather and taste of vampire invaded her senses. Never in her life had she felt anything like his mouth on hers. His kiss was fierce and hot as he pulled her into his arms and ravished her mouth like a marauder.
Every hormone in her body fired. She moaned low in her throat. Oh heaven, the man could kiss. And the feel of his hard body against hers was so incredible that she clutched at his shoulders wanting desperately to taste more of him.
His tongue danced with hers as his honed muscles rippled under her hands, and when her tongue accidentally brushed against his fangs, an unexpected shudder of pleasure ran through her.
For the first time since she had learned what he was, the thought of him biting her neck actually appealed to her.
But not nearly as much as the thought of laying him down on the cold, hard floor and having her way with all that lean, mean strength until they were both hot, sweaty, and spent.
Kyrian tensed as he tasted the first bit of paradise he'd been allowed in over two thousand years. He was instantly aware of her soft, feminine curves pressing against his hardness. Aware of the way she smelled like flowers and sunshine-things that had been taken from him centuries before.
There was magic in her kiss. A raw, untapped passion. She might have been kissed before, but he could tell no man had ever made her feel like this.
His body on fire, he ran his hand down her back, pressing her closer to him. He wanted her in a way he'd not wanted a woman since his days as a mortal man. He ached to touch her all over, to gently scrape his fangs over her neck, her breasts.
To feel her writhing in his arms...
Closing his eyes, he breathed her sweet, feminine scent as his body throbbed and ached for her with a primitive need.
Amanda gasped as he slid his hand down the side of her breast to her waist, then down to cup her buttocks. She'd never been the kind of woman to let a man handle her this way, and yet there was something about the Dark-Hunter she couldn't resist.
When he pulled her heatedly toward the wall and pinned her to it, she thought she would literally melt.
His chest pressed against hers, making her even more aware of his lean, hard muscles. He separated her legs with his powerful thigh, and raised it to collide with the center of her body in a way that made her throb even more. Amanda hissed in pleasure as he deepened his fiery kiss.
She wrapped her free arm around his neck, pulling him closer as her head swam.
What would it be like to make love to such an untamed predator? To run her hands over all those sleek, taut muscles that rippled with every move he made?
He left her lips and seared a trail with his tongue from her mouth to her ear. She felt the barest scrape of his fangs on her neck.