They lounged on his king-sized bed with their legs entwined. Decorated in navy and taupe with dark wood furniture, this room gave off a more masculine vibe. After round two on the couch, they’d made their way up here to his master suite on the third floor. She’d snuck into the bathroom for a quick shower and let her hair air-dry.
“I’m still blown away by all of this, but in a very good way.” Being here with him was the best adrenaline rush of her life, like walking on a tight rope from twenty stories up. “This sure beats all those times we were at each other’s throats. I’m still not letting you off the hook about going to the party.” Great sex or not, she wasn’t giving in on the matter. His scent invaded her senses, a combination of sandalwood, sweat, and clean laundry. She breathed him in and closed her eyes. She stretched like a cat, loving the feel of his arms wrapped around her.
“Breaking the rules seems to be a thing for you. I wonder how far back this rebellious streak of yours goes.” A mischievous sparkle flashed in his eyes.
He turned her so she lay flat on her back and tickled her sides. His fingers moved to caress her breast then danced across her nipple, making her shiver.
“I talked to Alex by the way, and he agrees with you.” His hand moved to her stomach. He drew lazy circles across her skin with his finger. “We’re letting you go with us to the ball, but you must do exactly what we tell you, understood?”
She sighed with relief. “I promise you won’t regret it. Don’t worry. I already have a costume. Thank you.”
Once Brooke was found and Lawrence was behind bars, she wasn’t sure what would happen to this pseudo-relationship of theirs. Would she be another notch on his belt when all was said and done? She pushed the unpleasant thought to the back of her mind.
“You’re welcome.”
He pulled her toward him so they faced each other and placed a tender kiss on her lips. They’d made love twice already in the span of hours, and yet, his erection still prodded her. Her finger traced a line from the center of his chest to his heart. The image of a Mallowmar cookie came to mind. Somewhere under the hard shell lay a marshmallow.
“I do have a question.” Cuddling together like this, skin to skin, made all the barriers between them melt away.
“You can ask me anything, Gillian.”
He stroked her hair and massaged her scalp. She sighed with contentment, loving his sensual touch.
“When we were making love, did you think about biting me? I was just curious if that’s a major turn-on for you.”
His hand stilled mid-stroke and untangled from her hair. He stretched his arms over his head, and his chest flexed with the movement. She couldn’t stop staring at all the lean, sinewy muscle in front of her. His torso and stomach looked to be carved from stone. Her gaze roamed lower to his dark “happy trail”. She licked her lips in appreciation. Ellen was right, he was a God.
“You know how to get right to the point, don’t you?” From the edge to his voice, the question seemed to weigh heavily on him.
“I’m sorry. I just think we should be honest with each other from now on. I want to get to know all of you. No more playing pretend,” she said and sunk deeper into the pillows.
“Okay, I suppose you do have a point.” He sat up and ran a hand through his hair, making it stand on end. “My urge to bite you is the same intense, sexual urge I have to lick inside your core, and suck on your breasts, taste the sweetness of your release. But biting into the flesh and tasting your blood, getting aroused from the act itself is purely a vampiric tendency, not a human one.”
“When you say it like that I get warm all over,” she whispered. His sultry words made her body flame to life, ready to combust. “You told me that I could never get addicted to your blood. If that’s not your concern, then what is?”
He gazed at her with raw hunger in his eyes. “There are those vampires that can get carried away in the throes of passion. They drink too much and drain all the blood from the body. I’d never bite you no matter how tempted I was because biting you could bring up memories of what you witnessed with Brooke, and what Lawrence did to her. Are you bringing this up because you saw my fangs? Did they frighten you?”
“No, I found them sexy. I just want to get to know you better, Garrett, every part of you. It would be totally different with you. It would be incredibly sensual. Don’t ever compare yourself to Lawrence. You’re nothing like him. You’re kind and loving…generous. You’re a man of honor.”
He took a deep breath. “I don’t know about that last part. I’m supposed to be protecting you, not seducing you. I never intended for this to happen. I suppose it was inevitable. I couldn’t fight my attraction to you no matter how hard I tried. It only grew the more I got to know you.” A fierce expression came over his handsome face. “I’ve already crossed a dozen lines. Don’t ask me to cross anymore.”
He leaned over and pressed his lips to her mouth, kissing her deeply. He rubbed a finger between her legs. His touch made her melt. Her body liquefied on the spot.
She pulled away, breathless. “I understand why you won’t bite me, but I want to feel your fangs on me.” She touched his cheek, running her hand over a day’s worth of delicious scruff. “Please.”
“Gillian, sweet, sweet Gillian. What are you doing to me?” His blue eyes stayed latched on hers, turning molten with desire, and her heart fluttered in response. “The moment I pushed inside your warm, wet heat I went over to the dark side, and loved every minute of it, I might add. There’s no going back for me.” He spread her legs, and climbed on top of her, forcing her breath out in a rush.
His hardness beckoned her and made her wild for him.
His dark head moved down her body, and the sight aroused her beyond belief. He cupped her breast and his fangs scraped her nipple. The sensation of the two made her wet and needy, desperate for more. He moved lower still, and his fangs grazed her inner thigh.
“Garrett, don’t stop,” she whispered on a moan.
His tongue darted inside her core. He licked and sucked, over and over in the same sensitive spot. And just when she thought she’d explode into a million pieces and scatter to the wind, he reared up, guided his thick erection into her core, and pushed inside her to the root. She whimpered from the tingling heat shooting up her spine.
“I need to feel you. You feel so tight, so good. You drive me crazy.”
He filled every part of her, stretching her until she swore she could take no more. Pleasure and pain collided together in a sensation of pure bliss. When he looked at her this time, his expression radiated with desire, and if she stared at him long enough, she swore she could get lost forever.
