He didn’t have to tell me twice. I latched on to him, sucking, moaning, and tasting the sweetness with a hint of spice.
“So fucking erotic,” he said as he smoothed a hand over my hair.
I agreed. I was ready to orgasm, especially with his woodsy aroma swirling around us, his erection pressed into me, and that gravelly sexy tone of his voice.
Once I had my fill, he dropped to his knees, glancing upward as if he was seeking permission.
Who was I to say no to him? I blinked once as my core went liquid and my mind became mush as I worked the jeans over my hips and down to my ankles.
Then he nudged my legs open as far as they would go.
I sucked in air, watching him watch me.
Then his next move was the deadliest as he sunk his fangs into my inner thigh while shoving a finger into my pussy.
I cried out, gripping his hair as he finger fucked me and sucked my life essence into him. The feeling was euphoric as my brain shut down and my limbs became weak. He continued to drink while he dragged a finger over my swollen clit, then pushed it back inside me. He released his fangs, lapping up the bite marks before replacing his finger with his tongue.
I purred and moaned as he reduced me to nothing but a pool of water.
He growled, suckling my clit while flicking his tongue over it.
My pulse thundered in my ears, my heartbeat on a racetrack to the finish line. When he shoved a finger back inside my pussy, I sucked in air, and on an exhale, I exploded, saying his name over and over again.
He chuckled as he kissed his way upward, stopped on my belly, then pressed his ear to it.
“Can you hear them?” I asked as I tried to regulate my breathing.
“Of course,” he said. “They sound like a beautiful chorus.”
Happy tears threatened as my heart opened as wide as it would go for the handsome vampire. “I love you, Sam Mason. We do make beautiful music together.”
He stood to his full height, tucking his fangs away. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He kissed me softly, tenderly, gently.
I hooked my arms around his neck, sucking his tongue into my mouth, tasting him and my essence as we got lost in a simple kiss that was passionate and full of love.
But our erotic bubble burst open when his phone dinged with a text. He broke away but didn’t reach for his cell. Instead, he helped me get dressed, then said, “We should start painting this room.”
“And think of names,” I added.
“Liam if one of them is a boy,” he said as another ding sounded. That time, he checked his message.
“Have you been talking to Harley? She suggested that name.”
He read the text. “Not at all. I’ve been thinking.” He returned his cell to his side pocket.
“What if we have four boys?”
His lips split into an award-winning grin that was Oscar worthy. “Liam, Lucas, Lane, and Lincoln.” He rattled off the names, sounding like he was reading a nursery rhyme.
I stared at him in awe. “Lane? As in my bodyguard?”
The color drained from his face. “In memory of him. That’s one thing I haven’t told you. He died during the hospital chaos.”
I pressed my fingers to my mouth, gutted at the sad news. I adored Lane.
Sam hugged me. “He was a great Navy SEAL.” His voice was laden with sorrow.
I buried my nose in his chest, inhaling his woodsy scent that acted like a calming agent as tears pooled. “We can’t keep losing people, Sam.” I felt responsible, not only for Lane’s demise but for so many other things that had happened and whatever else was to come.
