But I couldn’t quell the desire to get closer to him.
He looked incredible in the soft evening light, the dim glow of the moons and the stars glimmering off of his tanned skin and reflecting on his tousled hair. My fingers itched with the urge to tangle into that hair, to bury into the strands and hold on.
I ached for more, but he seemed content to just soak up the moment with me, his hands casually shoved into his pockets while mine practically vibrated with want.
Fine. If he won’t make a move, then I will.I pressed up onto my toes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled his lips down to mine. His reaction was instant. He grabbed my waist, yanking me even tighter to him, and kissed me back like he was drowning, and I was the air he needed to breathe.
His lips stroked against mine, his tongue smoothly entering my mouth to tease my tongue, my fangs. A shiver worked its way down my spine.
He seemed to absorb me into himself. I was melting and he was the only thing keeping me whole.
His hands tightened against my hips, his fingers flexing and digging into my flesh, almost hard enough to hurt, but not quite. I could feel his blood pounding in his veins, his heart thumping erratically, his skin growing flushed.
I wondered if he wanted to bite me as badly as I wanted to sink my fangs into him. I craved his blood with an intensity I couldn’t wrap my mind around.
Gods, this man was an incredible kisser. I could kiss him for hours and never get tired of it.
I threaded my fingers into his hair, my nails scratching over his scalp. He groaned and his hands slid to my ass, grinding me into him.
I smiled against his mouth. That sound, gods that sound. I planned to coax it out of him over and over.
He lifted me and set me onto the edge of the dining table, stepping between my knees and closing the space between our hips. I could feel his arousal through the barriers of our clothes, his hard cock rubbing against me. Heat pooled in my core.
More.
His hands resumed their exploration of my body, touching, caressing, worshiping. One danced its way down over my thigh, to my knee, the other slipping to the nape of my neck to hold me in a possessive grip. In this moment, he had complete control over my body, and he knew it.
A whine escaped my throat when his teeth grazed my lip, the tiniest drop of blood welling up only to be stolen by the tip of his tongue. My muscles went lax, my body turning to liquid in his grip.
I leaned one of my hands onto the table to support myself and it landed on a pile of papers, immediately scattering the stack. The distraction was enough to momentarily clear my swirling thoughts.
“Oh shit, sorry,” I broke the kiss and attempted to clean up the pile, the urge to organize briefly overtaking my thoughts. He’d never invite me back in if I trashed the place.
“Leave it,” Redd mumbled, pulling me back. His mouth moved over my jaw, and he tilted my head, kissing my ear.Before my eyes could slide shut in bliss, I caught sight of the papers I had disrupted.
“Fiella, I couldn’t care less about anything in the realm right now. All I can think about is you. Your mouth. Your skin. The way you smell. You consume me,” Redd murmured into my ear. “Gods woman, you areeverything.”
I barely heard him, because my ears had started ringing.
I recognized that paper, that handwriting. Those letters.
They were mine.
I fought to pull in air, my lungs refusing to cooperate.
Redd noticed my reaction and pulled back to examine my face.
“I didn’t realize you were such a neat freak,” he joked, until he realized the extent of the shock in my expression.
He picked up one of the letters. “Fiella, what’s wrong? It’s just paper. It’s not breakable. We can sort everything into neat piles later if that would make you feel better.”
I snatched the letter from his hand. I couldn’t pull enough air into my lungs and all the blood had drained from my head. I was fighting the panic that threatened to overtake me. The room was starting to blur at the edges.
Impossible.
“Where did you get this?” I asked, slowly and deliberately.
“My mail? It was delivered. What do you mean, what’s the problem?” he asked, bewildered.
