Page 7 of Vampires & Bikers

He took out some notes, put them down on the table.

I wasn’t going to say no to that.

He turned away to look out the window and I took a moment to look at him properly. He is tall and strongly built, but it’s the blonde hair and the tanned skin that make him look so handsome. Coupled with those incredible eyes, he is irresistible.

Almost.

I am sure I could resist him if I wanted to.

The problem is, I don’t really want to.

“So, tell me, why are you here,” I challenge him.

“I wanted to see you, make sure you’re fine,” he says, turning to look at me.

I look down.

“As you can see, I’m fine.”

I swallow, “You can go now.”

A moment passes. “Do you want me to? I will if you tell me to.”

He knows I don’t want him to go.

“I don’t want to want you,” I say, still looking down at the cracked linoleum. “I don’t want to be another notch on your belt, or whatever.”

I can hear my voice catching.

“I know you can make me want you. Please stop doing…whatever it is you’re doing.”

I feel him taking a step away.

“Ruby. I’m not doing anything. I promise.”

“I’m not a fool!” I jump up, take another step back. “This is what you do… you vampires! You… turn on the stage lights and sprinkle your fairy dust or whatever and we become putty in your hands!”

I can feel tears of anger in my eyes.

“I don’t want to leave but I will if you want me to,” his voice is so soft I can barely hear him. I realize he is walking out of the kitchen.

I close my eyes.

“No,” I whisper. “Come back.”

I don’t hear him come back into the room, but suddenly he is there, next to my chair and I slide into his arms with a sigh, unable to resist any longer. His skin is rough, his beard is scratchy but his mouth, oh my God, it is an oasis of delight. Warm and velvety, he kisses me with such tenderness, I feel desire stirring inside of me like I’ve never felt it before.

I stagger back into the kitchen cabinets and he lifts me up onto the counter, kissing me deeper, with more passion, his tongue probing and twisting, exploring my mouth so artfully. My insides twist with longing as I put my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He draws away slightly, “Are you sure?”

I nod, quickly, “Yes, yes.”

“Ruby?”

My God, I have never met any man so polite and courteous about a screw.

“Fuck me, for God’s sakes, just fuck me!” I can’t help myself,my desire is turning into a physical need and an ache for him. I pull off my jeans and help him undo his pants, eager to get my hands on him right now. I don’t know how much longer we have and there is no time to waste. When I reach into his pants, he shudders with desire and I can feel the throbbing want of him. I jump back on the counter, pulling him into me, my thighs opening, welcoming him inside of me. I am so wet and the sensation of pleasure is overwhelming as waves of joy build immediately, drowning out all thought.

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