We’re by the car. I turn, and next thing I know, I’m kissing him.
Yep, it was definitely me kissing him, even as my heart races and the last things on my mind are my apparently not-dead dad and my mystery whatever-he-called-it dog thing.
This is akiss, a deep, slow one I savor and relish. He turns, his back against the Audi to cushion me, and yep—he’s hard.
Poor bastard.
I playfully grind against him, which backfires when my nipples tighten at the sexy friction between us, sending jolts of need straight to my lady bits. “Did you rub one out before bed last night?” I playfully ask.
He growls, but it only turns me on more. “Yes. Many. Including I woke up in the middle of the day horny and had to jerk off. That hasn’t happened to me in literally centuries.”
I’m still grinding on him. “I have to work tomorrow night, but come to the club as soon as it’s dark and bring me dinner, please? I’ll hold one of the rooms downstairs, and we’ll play whenever I can. Or, if it’s busy, once we’ve closed. We can stay there through the day, and I’ll tell everyone to leave us alone. It’s safe. I’ll even pack an overnight bag.”
He kisses me this time, his fingers threading through my hair and gently cupping my head. “I understand why you wear a wig for work. But when we’re alone in the room, no wig. I want to feelyourhair in my hands. Deal?”
Oh, so we’re making rules? Okay.“Only if you don’t feed off of or have sex with anyone there butme.”
“I’m not feeding off of you yet, if ever. I promised you that. I won’t violate a hard limit. I can buy blood.”
I realize what I said, and thank fates he’s watching out for me. “You’re not the only territorial one. I mean, you get blood from the tap only, or a bag, not from the source. I’m not sharing you with the house Dobbys and crew for fangsorfucking.”
He smiles. “Deal.” We kiss again, and I’m wondering how severe the charge would be for getting caught fucking in public.
With one hand still cupping my head, he slides his other hand along my ass, cupping it, fingers digging in and squeezing, allowing him to grind back as he smiles down at me. “The first time you let me fuck you, I will apologize in advance if I get off quickly. I suspect I won’t be able to hold back. I will make it up to you immediately after.”
“It’s been a couple of years for me, so forgive me if I ride you like a stolen pony.” I can already tell he’s hung better than the cheetah shifter was.
Far better.
He smirks. “Who says I won’t have you tied up so I can spend hours eating that delicious pussy of yours that I’m smelling right now? It’s making my mouth water.”
Fates, the things this man does to me. I kiss him again, loving the low rumble vibrating from him into me. I hook one leg around his and really go to town grinding against his thigh. Then he shifts position, cradling me in one arm, his other reaching under my dress and easing inside my panties.
“Mmm,” he whispers. “Someone feels very wet.” When he slides not one but two cool fingers inside me, I see stars, and I’m glad he’s holding me up. I fist his hair and yank his lips back down over mine to help muffle my moans.
He slowly fingers me, dragging them over my swollen clit with every stroke. I don’t care if all of Tucson is watching us, it feels like the world ends just outside his arms, and it’s only the two of us. He takes his time building me up, our tongues dueling as he plays my body. If he’s this damned good and still has his clothes on, I can only imagine how fantastic he’ll be when we’re naked and horizontal and alone in a secure room.
The risks this man inspires me to take—I don’t understand why he makes me feel this way.
Why he blows through my defenses without even trying.
We kiss, and I completely lose track of time and space as he finally builds me up to the best orgasm I think I’ve ever experienced. It leaves me shaky and weak and satisfied like never before.
He finally breaks our kiss, smiling down at me as he brings his hand up to his mouth. Looking into my eyes, he slowly licks every finger clean. My brains are barely starting to fall back into my head when he says, “I’d love to fuck you over the hood of this car right now.”
I’m sure I squeaked in fear because he laughs and pulls me in for a hug. “No, sweetheart. The first time I fuck you, I want to be in a comfortable bed, so we can curl up together and go to sleep after.”
“Really?” I feel like I could happily get lost within the safety of his arms.
“Really.”
Now that I can actually think again, I feel a little guilty. “But you’re… This isn’t fair to you.”
“I can take care of myself later.” He sighs as he stares down into my eyes. “I willnotbe rushed when I finally get to claim you. My beautiful, feisty, territorial Eilidh,” he says, and the sound of my name spilling from his tongue is like sunlight in my ears. His whole energy feels…lighterthan it did when we first met. “My sunshine. My radiant one. I’m so glad I didn’t give up before I met you.”
“Me, too, Dex. Me, too.”
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