CHAPTER 11
LANDON
Kissing.
Kissing was... good. Dean’s lips on mine, on my neck, on that sensitive spot where it met my shoulder, all were perfect.
I’d never really understood the draw of vampires as a kid, but suddenly, with Dean’s lips on my skin, teeth so close to my throat—teeth that could easily grow long and sharp, suddenly it made sense. That tiny bit of danger was so sexy.
Plus there was the notion of someone who needed you entirely. Would die without you there to... well, to feed him. A little less sexy when it could actually be anyone with blood, but the idea was still there.
After all, he was here with me, not just anyone.
He’d chosen to be with me.
He liked me.
The whole day had been a revelation of epic proportions. It was possible to have a romantic connection with someone and... and maybe be friends with them too.
His lips trailed over my clavicle, setting my skin aflame and making me want to ignore all dating conventions aboutnot sleeping together right away. How many guys even paid attention to that anyway?
Still, after a moment he pulled back, smiling, and cupped my cheek in one hand. “So, coffee. Coffee sounds good.”
I went to the counter to start the machine, and he followed me, leaving a hand on first my side, and then when I got the machine running, cups at the ready, sliding up and down my ribs.
He tugged me back over toward him. “Not that all I want is to make out with you,” he muttered, “but I really want that.”
I couldn’t hold back my return smile at the very idea. “I’m not stopping you.”
He dove back into my neck, nibbling along the super sensitive skin, his stubble scraping swathes of skin, making me shiver and lean hard on the countertop behind me. When his lips reached my earlobe, I was all set to shake out of my own body, and then he whispered, “Let me taste you.”
I could have died, right there in that moment.
Instead, I awkwardly muttered, “T-taste?”
He pulled away again, which was the last thing I wanted, but he ran his callused fingers up and down my neck again, and I leaned into him as he met my eye and said, “I mean I want to blow you. Can I?”
I... had literally never been asked anything like that before in my life. Oh, not that I’d never had a blowjob. Just... no one had ever asked. Geoff had always assumed his presence in my bed was a gift in itself, and I wanted anything he felt like giving me. Not that he’d been wrong.
Just, this was sweet. Caring like Geoff had never been.
Barely able to catch a breath, I nodded and hoped that would be enough.
Apparently it was, because he grinned that grin that showed all of his teeth, that made me feel like prey, and dropped to his knees.
He attacked my fly like it was the last obstacle between him and everything he’d ever wanted in his life, tearing it open so quick I’d have worried about claws if it hadn’t been over before I really understood what was happening.
Before I could even process what I was seeing, he’d tugged the band of my underwear down, pulling my cock out and, licking his lips, swallowed the reddened tip.
I gasped with shock at the sensation. I was already hard, obviously—a gorgeous man had been kissing me. But that was... his tongue was perfection, hot and slick and incredible as he wrapped it around me.
How had I ever lived without this?
He pressed down onto me, the pressure of his lips sheer torture, and then... then, there was a strange vibration, echoing through my whole body, and it almost set me off right then, as he’d barely gotten started.
Was he... ? He was. He was purring.
With my cock halfway down his throat, sliding up and down on me, he was purring.
