“Jaysus wept.”
I slid my arm beneath the pillow. “I’m glad I got him that dog. If I never see him again, at least he’s got Harley. He won’t be alone.”
“I don’t think your da was ever alone.” Christian pulled me tight against him and then rolled on top of me.
“Do you think Viktor will take Switch up on his offer?”
Christian peeled my dress away from my breast. “Can we talk about your puppy after?”
“After what?”
He put his hot mouth on my nipple and sucked, sending a sharp pulse of desire right between my legs. Then he did it again, only this time with more force.
I scraped the back of his neck with my fingernails. “We can’t.”
He slid his hand between my legs, insisting that I widen them. “Perhaps we can just move them aside.” His fingers stroked over my panties in a steady rhythm.
“That wouldn’t be comfortable for either of us. It would be the rug burn from hell.”
My leg pinched when he tore my underwear off and quickly spread my legs. I winced at the press of his hard cock against my panties, which had reappeared.
Christian groaned and fell next to me. “That was peculiar.”
“I wouldn’t try it again. What if the fabric reappears while you’re inside me? Intact?”
He grimaced and tucked himself back inside his leathers. “I can wait.”
“I know you’re not just with me for the sex, but let’s be realistic.”
My breath hitched when his fingers skimmed over my panties in that sweet spot that shut me up immediately.
“There are other things we can do, Precious,” he whispered, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating against my skin as he ran his tongue along the edge of my earlobe. “I know what you crave. Someone to make you wet,” he said, still stroking me. “Are you wet?”
My face flushed.
“I want to hear you say it. Whisper it in my ear. You know what I like.” He cocked his head so the shell of his ear touched my lips.
“I’m wet,” I whispered. “I want to give you my blood. I want to feel your tongue on me.” I moaned and cupped my hand over his, following the gentle motion of a man who knew how to make me feverish. He kissed my neck, his beard brushing against my skin as he moved his tongue down to my breasts… and then to the crease at the top of my thigh.
When he kissed me over my panties, I nearly disintegrated.
Christian’s fangs punched out, and a wild look spun in his amorous eyes. His fangs pinched against my inner leg, but it was too early to draw blood. Usually we did it at the height of sex, especially before or after climaxing. His nips were a reminder that we could still indulge in that one erotic pleasure of blood sharing.
He ripped my dress wide open and devoured me with a hot gaze.
As if by magic, the fabric miraculously regenerated.
“Why did you do that?” I asked.
Christian scooped me up in his arms and stood. I cradled his neck and stared deep into his dark Irish eyes. His heart pounded against my chest, and the tension between us crackled. When he shoved the television off the dresser, it smashed onto the floor.
Christian’s lips melted against mine. He set me on top of the dresser, my legs spread. How was it possible for him to have this effect on me? We were made for each other. I fisted his hair, my heart beating madly, then I moved my mouth down to his neck and licked the stubbly skin over his jugular.
He held me with one arm and gripped the dresser with his other hand. “Do it, Precious. Take my blood.”
My fangs punched out as if summoned. Maybe sex was off the table, but this was hot, and I wanted to make it last. I pushed him back and stood. When I guided him down to his knees, he gazed up at me with adoration.
“You first,” I said, holding the back of his head with one hand.
