“Who brought them here?” he asked.
“In the beginning, Joseph. Since then, it’s been different vampires. Some have come a few times, and others only once.”
He set his other boot on the floor and rose to shake the snow from his hair. He tugged his sweatshirt off and tossed it onto one of the chairs. Elyse felt as if the floor dropped out from under her as she tried not to gawk at his broad, bare chest.
Her mouth watered as his muscles flexed with his movements. The etched abs of what could only be called a twelve pack made her fingers itch to run them over his smooth flesh before dipping her tongue into the hollow of his belly button. Maybe she only had sex with those other guys so someone could hold her, but with Saxon, oh with Saxon, she’d be doing it because all she wanted washim.
Saxon was halfway to the sink when the increased scent of cherry blossom filled the room, and her heightened desire hit him like a punch to the chest. He turned his head to find her ravenously watching him.
Before she realized what she was doing, Elyse’s feet glided across the floor to him.He’s a vampire! This is a BAD idea!
But even as her mind screamed this at her, her body kept moving as if it were no longer under her control. Stopping before him, she stretched out a tremulous hand and rested it against his smooth flesh.
Chapter Fifteen
Saxon’s breathsucked in as her fingers ran down the center of his chest before dipping down to stroke his abdomen. Her increased scent tickled his nose until it became the only odor he detected in the room. With her head bowed, her hair fell forward to shield her features. He tucked it behind her ear before tracing the delicate shell of it as her hands rested against the waistband of his sweatpants.
When she tipped her head back, her arctic eyes were darker with passion as she licked her lips. Saxon’s stomach tightened as she stepped closer until her chest brushed against his. He threaded his fingers through her silken hair before clasping the back of her head and drawing her closer. Bending, he brushed his lips over hers and relished the sound of her indrawn breath.
Taking firmer possession of her mouth, he deepened the kiss as he savored the sweet taste of her. When she opened her mouth to his, he slid his tongue inside and tasted her; she melded against him while she eagerly returned his kiss. He’d never held anyone who tasted or felt as good as Elyse.
When the rigid evidence of his arousal pressed against her belly, Elyse skimmed her fingers over his sweatpants to his shaft. An ache spread between her legs, and she grew wetter.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, Saxon lifted her off the ground and carried her to the counter. Elyse gasped when he set her down and stepped between her thighs before breaking the kiss and leaning back to take her in.
Unable to resist, he ran a finger over her swollen bottom lip while he took in her flushed face. A good night of sleep had helped ease the shadows under her eyes. He brushed her hair over her shoulder and ran his fingers over her delicate collarbone before trailing them down the center of her sweater and gripping the bottom of it. Her eyes met his as he lifted the shirt an inch but didn’t go any further.
Elyse knew he was asking for permission to continue; if she said no, he would walk away and probably retreat to the woods. If she said yes… oh, if she said yes.
Her heart thundered at the possibility and the ecstasy she knew would follow. A part of her still shouted this was a bad idea, but it was rapidly losing the battle. She suspected that reasonable part of her would be happy to throw in the towel, but it was being a bit of a stubborn bitch who insisted on being responsible.
“I have an IUD for birth control.” She hadn’t had sex in years, but she’d gotten it when she was still sexually active and decided to replace it when the time came, just in case. “It doesn’t protect against STDs.”
“Vampires can’t carry diseases.”
“Oh.” Another tidbit about this fantastic, lethal, and sexy-as-sin vamp that she’d never expected. “Okay, then.”
The stubborn bitch shut up, and Elyse thought it actuallypurredas she lifted her arms for him.
Saxon slid her sweater up the delicate curves of her body and tossed it aside. He traced his fingers over the tops of her breasts, which were pushed up by her thin, cotton bra. Her breast fit perfectly in the palm of his hand when he cupped one before pulling the bra down to expose her pink nipple. His fangs tingled as fire licked at his veins, but he would not feed on her unless she gave him permission.
She wasn’t like the other human women he’d been with; none of them knew he was feeding on them or remembered it afterward, but he wouldn’t take the memory from Elyse or use her without her knowledge. No, she wouldknowwhen he drank from her, and she would thrill in the pleasure of it. He would have to hunt later, but now he was going to taste every inch of this woman.
Unhooking her bra, he tossed it aside before bending his head to draw her pert nipple into his mouth.
“Oh,” she breathed when he ran his tongue over her nipple before giving it a subtle tug with his teeth. The ache between her thighs increased as he released her breast and turned his attention to the other one.
Elyse closed her eyes and leaned back as he unbuttoned her jeans. When he started tugging them down, she lifted her hips so he could pull them off, along with her precious wool socks.
“I’ll kill them for this,” he stated as he massaged her battered feet.
She puzzled over this statement. He’d already killed them, or did he plan to go after the other Savages; the ones who still held her father captive? If that’s what he meant, then he might be able to help her get her father back.
And then she realized now was not the time to discuss killing as his hands stroked her calves before moving to her thighs. No, now was the time for life, and she craved losing herself to this man and the amazing way he made her body come alive.
She’d never been touched like this before. He caressed her as if he were memorizing every inch of her and as if she were precious to him. Her body reacted like she was the puppet, and he was pulling the strings.
“You are so….” His voice trailed off as words failed him. So what? Beautiful, perfect, ripe for the fucking as he could see her wetness glistening on the brown curls between her thighs and scent her arousal. Yes, she was all those things, but she was also something more… “Right.”
