How much self-control he has was evident by how he didn’t simply grab me and kiss me.
Although, by the time we knew he’d have to leave, I wasreallyhoping he’d lean in and kiss me as I laid in his lap.
I get the impression his self-control is boss-level good, and it wasn’t abject terror from watching me snap a pencil off in that vamp’s chest, either.
He drove himself, and he has to leave before me. The nightclub is closed, even though I know from the faint sound of music in the basement that there are still some vamps down there.
I walk Dexter down to the door at the bottom of the stairs, where I hesitate. “About tomorrow night. I mean, tonight. I mean—”
“I know.” He smiles. “Tomorrow night, relatively speaking. The meeting.”
“Yeah.” I take a deep breath. “If you want to send your guy to pick me up at my place before dark and take me back to your hotel, then you and I can ride together to the meeting. We’ll figure it out from there, what to do…after. Maybe your guy can take me back to my place, once you go to bed.”
I like that he doesn’t make a joke about taking me himself and me inviting him in. He knows damned well he can’t enter if I don’t invite him.
“I like that plan very much, thank you. And if you wish to change it, I’m fine with that, too. I’d like to buy you dinner tomorrow, if you’d be comfortable with that. My hotel has an excellent restaurant. Or we can ask for room service.”
“Okay. Cool. We’ll decide that tomorrow night. Have him pick me up by five, please. That’ll give us plenty of time.”
“I will.”
We quickly exchange cell phone numbers. Then, nervous, I step close to him and drape my arms around his neck again.
Just a test, you know.
Um…research.
Yeah, that’s it.
Fuck, he’s tall. Six-three is taller than five-five, and he’s averyhunky six-three.
With my pulse racing, I rise up on my toes and kiss him as his arms gently close around me, the way he hugged me earlier. I know he could literally crush me if he wanted to, but his hands barely touch me as my lips brush his.
I’ve never kissed a vampire before. His lips feel soft and cool, and there’s that thick, sweet aroma surrounding him.
Yeah, I’ll be firing up my B.O.B. when I get home. My panties are probably soaked, and I’m certain he can smell that. Yet he was a man of his word and didn’t try to make me do more.
He doesn’t move after that kiss, waiting on me.
What the hell? Why not?
I kiss him again.
This one I deepen as I press myself against his body as we kiss. There’s a dusting of scruff on his cheeks and chin, and I like the way it gently rasps against my flesh. He also has a very firm, fit, strong body.
Yep, he’shard.
Haaarrrrd.
I wiggle my hips against him and feel the rush of air from him as he softly gasps.
I only feel a little bad about that.
His embrace tightens around me, but still gentle, and I reeeally like that he seems to be a man of his word about not rushing me. That’s sexy as hell, because I hope it means I can drop my guard around him at some point.
That’s when something hits me. “Where are your fangs?” I ask, staring into those blue eyes.
He smiles, drawing back his upper lip to show me his teeth.
