She’s got me under her spell, this sorceress, and I can’t move.
And she knows it, too. I can see it in her eyes, this look of thrill that mirrors mine. The thrill of knowing she’s got me right where she wants me.
Which can only mean one thing:
We both want the same thing.
I glance down at her cleavage where the tiny top pushes her breasts together, and I remember our first time in that shower, the water gliding over her curves as I sucked each nipple through her soaked shirt.
Damn.
She glances down at my sweatpants, and I smirk.
“You’re checking me out.”
I’m expecting her to deny it, but maybe she’s getting more comfortable with me, because she sits forward further, moving to her hands and knees. “So what if I am?”
Fuck. I can see down her tiny little top, the top that presses her breasts together so perfectly, all I want is to reach out and cup them…and then rip her top off and suck each nipple into my mouth until she moans, bucking against me, hungry for a heat I’m burning to deliver.
“You like my outfit?” she asks, that boldness growing. And I’ve never met a woman so free to speak her mind.
Maybe it’s the era.
Maybe there’s something very nice about this loud and crazy modern world after all, and I don’t regret missing all those years as much as I thought I did.
Maybe waking up here wasn’t so bad.
At least, right now it doesn’t feel so bad, because she watches my face for any hint she should stop, one hand touching the front of my sweatpants.
As if I’d ever want her to stop.
Heat builds inside me, and it takes all my self-control not to push her back on this bed and take her right now.
“You asked what happens if you’re checking me out.” My cock throbs in her hand, but I know what Ireallywant.
“Yes?” she asks, egging me on as her hand moves up, then back down, stroking a rhythm that feels way better than anything through fabric has the right to feel.
My little sorceress must have magic hands.
“Tell me, Mr. Scary Dangerous Powerful Vampire Demigod,” she says, drawing her hand back up toward my waistband, tracing the edge with two fingers. “What if I’m not just checking you out? What if…I’m trying to seduce you?”
Her hand squeezes at that moment, making me groan, a frustrated, hungry half-growl as I push her back on the bed, hands on her shoulders.
She gasps beneath me as I sink my weight down against her through our clothes as I lean close and growl in her ear, “Then you’d better be a good girl and finish what you’ve started.”
She moans in response, curving her hips up toward mine. “Please.”
I yank off my pants, pulling her thong to the side. It’s so narrow, it barely left her covered at all.
Now she’s completely exposed.
But she doesn’t seem embarrassed.
If anything, she only seems more self-assured. Maybe it’s because she’s certain I want her now.
Maybe that was the problem.
And of course I want her.
