His lips twitch into the beginnings of a smile. “You do?”
“I’m starting to think maybe I did before, and I just didn’t realize it.” When he doesn’t reply, I shrug. “I don’t know. I’m probably not making sens—”
Jericho cuts me off with a kiss. His warm, soft lips press firmly against mine, sharp stubble tickling my chin. I draw in a breath through my nose before reaching over to clutch at his shirt.
Jericho cups my face, like he’s afraid I’m going to pull away. But how the hell can I? Now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t want to stop.
Jericho drags a tongue along my lips, almost teasing, and I immediately open for him, twisting my body to make it easier. The movement confuses Jericho and he pulls away, mouth parted.
I furrow my brows. “Why’d you stop?”
“Just need to make sure you still want it.”
I grin at him and nod. “I really fucking do.”
I slam our mouths together, groping and grasping at any part of him I can touch. Jericho glides a hand up my back, pulling my shirt up with it. Whether he meant to or not, I don’t care. The moment his palm touches my skin, desire ripples through me like nothing I’ve ever known before. My cock hardens, and I lean into him. More, more, more.
Yanking my shirt off, I throw it on the floor and grin at him in anticipation.
He hesitates. “We don’t need to—”
“I know. But I really like your hands on me, so I’m making it easier. Keep touching me.”
I smile again before kissing him. How have I never thought about this before? Never wanted it? It feels so good, sorightto be with him.
Tugging at his shirt, I pull it up until I can slide a hand underneath. His muscles flex under my palm, and Jericho lets out a groan.
I feel up to his peck, then lift his shirt until he takes it off. Sitting back, I take him in. Like really take him in. His hard abdomen and slightly hairy chest. “When did you become so damn solid?”
He doesn’t reply, and when I lift my gaze, I’m surprised to see concern etched on his face. Like he must think I’m comparing him to the women I’ve slept with in the past. Maybe I am, because his body is so different. So much more rigid and rough. So much bigger. I definitely enjoyed the women, but this? Right now? This is all I want.
I kiss him again. “I told you. I really like what I see, Jer. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it before, but you’re so goddamn beautiful.”
He reaches for me. “Not nearly as beautiful as you.”
I puff my chest out a little, enjoying the way his eyes roam over my body. I’ve never been the most fit guy, but I like to think I take care of myself, especially these last few months. I needed to be in the best shape of my life if I was going to face vampires.
And with the way he’s looking at me now? LikeI’mthe sexy one in the room? It makes all those workouts worth it.
Jericho kisses me again, gently pulling me until we’re lying on the mattress on our sides. He seems nervous when I grin at him. “Just thought this might be easier.”
I barely hear him, too distracted by how good it feels to be skin to skin. I scoot closer, our chests and thighs touching. If only we didn’t have pants on… I want to feel all of him. Every single inch.
Jericho slides a hand around my back, holding me like he’sneverheld me before. His eyes are smoldering as he stares at me. Searching. I take note of our uneven breaths, at the way his strong body feels against mine, then I roll on top of him and kiss him. It’s not weird or uncomfortable at all. Just the opposite. Doing this with Jericho is… divine.
A sharp metallic taste fills my mouth, and Jericho immediately jerks back. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
Confused, I wipe my lip, surprised when my fingers come away streaked with blood.
Jericho cut me. With his fangs.
He starts to pull away, but I reach for him.
“Don’t.” I’m a little dazed, but more from the kissing than anything else.
Pinning him down, I reach up to turn the overhead light on, then pause when I see two sharp daggers poking out from behind his upper lip. It’s not the first time I’ve seen his fangs, but the fact that they came out as we made out like a couple of horny teenagers? It almost makes me laugh.
“Told you. They’re like erections.”
