I slid my hand over the front of his pants and felt him hardening beneath my touch. “This time I promise to satisfy you completely.”
He peered at me over his shoulder. “Why do I get the feeling this comes with strings attached?”
I withdrew my hand but kept my arms around his waist as he turned to face me. “Introduce me to the Gemini. I need to know if this case is worth pursuing or if I’m going to wind up destroying my career over it.”
He cupped my head in his hands. “I’ll move time for you, Precious. All you need do is ask.”
Chapter 15
Itook another bite of my jelly donut and set it on the flattened paper bag next to me. One thing I liked about my old truck was the long bench seat. Lots of room to set things on, fit extra people, or even snuggle with Christian.
“I like watching you eat,” Christian remarked. “It’s like watching jackals on a kill.”
“I deserve a pound of sugar. I burned a lot of calories last night.”
“I have that effect on women.”
“I was talking about the bears. Hand me my coffee?”
I didn’t need to explain that I was joking. He knew. Last night, Christian and I had tried positions that were new to me. Because I’d had some of his blood to heal, he didn’t have to treat me like a fragile piece of glass. I sipped coffee from my thermos, thinking about the way his tongue had explored my body. The weight of his gaze, the heat of him, his rough hands all over me. I felt flushed all over just thinking about when I’d whispered his name and he slowed everything down. We stared into each other’s eyes for a long time, and I’d never felt more connected to anyone.
Christian lowered the visor and adjusted his dark sunglasses. “Did you notice Wyatt acting peculiar at the breakfast table?”
“If he was acting normal, I’d worry. Where is this place anyhow?”
“Keep going straight. We’re almost there.”
I handed Christian my thermos and reached for the donut. “Why didn’t he invite us to his house? It’s a little early for going to a club.”
“This is where most people like to conduct their affairs. You don’t invite strangers into your home.”
“A club isn’t exactly private.”
“I reserved a private room.”
I took a giant bite. “Swell.”
“You shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.”
I winked at him. “You didn’t complain last night.”
Christian pointed to a parking lot, and I steered into an empty space. When I offered him a nibble of my donut, he captured my wrist and devoured the glazed pastry, licking my fingers in the process. The amorous way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine.
“Isn’t that trench coat a little warm?”
He got out of the truck and followed me to the front. “Now that’s a peculiar thing to say to a Vampire.”
“You stick out like a sore thumb wearing a coat on a hot summer day.”
“Do you think these numpties care? I like all the pockets. More room for candy.”
I opened the main door. “You’re a twisted man.”
Once inside, Christian led the way. Clubs were generally quieter in the morning, the music low but the crowd not always smaller. People showed up for morning drinks or breakfast. Others were conducting business. Some just seemed to live there. Immortals without jobs must lead a boring existence.
We reached the back hallway where the soundproof rooms were.
Christian stopped by door number ten. “I’ll be here if you need me.”
