She looks up at me like I’ve confused her. Like she’s worried maybe I don’t actually want to see what’s beneath that thin shirt.
But oh, hell. I absolutely do.
I just don’t want her out of it yet. Not when I saw how amazing it looked wet.
I want to see it again.
And this time, I’ll be the only one.
I love that we’re alone.
That she’s all mine.
“Don’t take it off yet, human. I want to see it wet.”
Understanding dawns on her face, melting into unabashed excitement. And there’s that beautiful, sexy confidence again.
“Like this?” She asks, flipping her hair over her shoulder and standing straighter as the water soaks down through the white fabric. “You like the way it turns see-through?”
Oh, hell.
I growl, stepping into the water in front of her. “Hell yes, I do.”
Her perky breasts strain against the thin fabric, nipples hard and clearly visible through the soaked shirt.
I want to suck them.
I want to touch her. To taste her.
I need this. Needher.
I brace my hands on the wall at either side of her head, breathing her in, drawing my fangs down the side of her neck until she moans softly, like she’s already anticipating the bite.
But I don’t bite down.
Not yet.
I move lower, caressing her breasts before sucking each nipple through the soaked fabric. She moans softly again, tilting her head back against the shower wall, and I love the way she responds so eagerly to my touch, to my tongue, to my teeth as I gently bite her—but not hard enough to draw blood.
Not yet.
I want to make this last.
I pull away, turning her gently around, so her forearms are braced against the shower wall. She leans over as if she knows exactly what I’m hoping for, giving me the perfect view of her round ass in that tight little metallic gold bikini bottom where the fabric rides up between her cheeks.
Streams of water pour down over her skin, leaving little droplets in their wake, and I chase one hand along their path, loving the way her curves fit against my palm.
“Holy hell,” I mutter, wondering why I’ve ever wanted to get free.
Why the hell do I want my full powers back?
Maybe I’ll just stay with her forever.
Then I remember Ican’t.
Because there’s no forever with humans.
Humans are cursed to die young—by our standards, anyway.
