“That could have gone better,” I sigh.
Morgan chuckles. His warm hand rests on my knee. “Meeting the family is always intense.”
I lower my hands from my face and stare at him. “There is intense, and there is that frigging disaster.”
Morgan chuckles again. I scrutinize him intently, but he seems fine. Has he really recovered so quickly?
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He gives me a rueful smile. “Apparently so. It seems demons stop being so terrifying when they start crying.”
I wince. I did that. I made Gray cry. I’m such an asshole.
I stare at Morgan some more. “I’m sorry you had to see me lose my shit.”
It is one thing knowing your boyfriend is a vampire, it is quite another seeing it. Though I suppose he has already seen me drink blood. Perhaps getting arsey and confrontational pales in comparison to that?
Morgan squeezes my knee. “You were protecting me. It was fucking hot.”
In the dark car, his pupils widen. The scent of his desire coils lazily around me. He is telling the truth. He really did find me vamping out hot. Oh my god.
My heart thumps. And thumps again. Morgan being able to accept what I am, was wonderful enough. Butfinding it a turn on? Oh hells, that is a whole new level of awesome.
I lick my lips. “How about we skip dinner and book a hotel instead?”
Morgan’s sharp little inhale is music to my ears.
“That’s the best idea I have ever heard,” he says with a grin.
I grin back at him. I have to agree with him. It’s the best idea I’ve had for a century.
Chapter nineteen
Morgan
As soon as the door of the hotel room shuts behind us, Ned and I collide. A storm of touch, kisses, and bodies pressed up tight together. A fervent, burning passion that’s almost desperate.
Meeting his family wasn’t the best. It didn’t go as either of us had hoped. But I have faith it will be something we look back on in the future and laugh about.
And that’s the last bit of attention I’m giving it tonight. Ned is in my arms. We are alone. The kids aren’t going to walk in, because they are safe at home with a babysitter that even Ned begrudgingly can find no fault with, and that the children also approve of.
So I’m officially turning my mind off for the night. Tonight is about pleasure and nothing else.
I have waited far too long for this. I simply cannot wait any longer. I want Ned. I need him. And judging by the frenzied way he is returning my passion, he feels exactly as I do. He wants me just as much as I want him, and the knowledge of that is sending me to dizzying, euphoric heights.
Shedding my clothes feels like breaking free from a chrysalis. I’m discarding the old. I’m being reborn. All in desperation for my naked skin to be against Ned’s.
At first, he is ice against my fire. Then he heats under my touch. My body is warming his, bringing him fully to life, and it is magical and wondrous.
I back him up towards the bed until his legs touch it, and he topples backwards. I fall right with him.
The bed is plump, and the sheets are soft. It is a nice hotel because Ned deserves the best. And oh goodness am I happy with my choice, because he looks splendid spread out naked on the egyptian cotton.
My hand traces over his firm abdomen and finds his cock. He is hard for me. Just from our kissing. The triumph of that runs like electricity through my veins.
My fingers curl around his length, and I start stroking him gently. He moans and his cock swells in my hand.
A grin curls across my face. Seems there is not much to learn about making love to a vampire. It’s all very human. Which means I can put all my skills and experience to good use. I want Ned to be crying out my name, not tolerating the fumbling of a beginner. This is perfect.
