Page 15 of New Nebraska Home

“Are you okay?” he asked, standing behind me. He was just close enough I could almost feel the warmth of his skin and the scent of his cologne, which reminded me of libraries filled with leather-bound books.

Dear Lord, why did he have to smell so good?

“Fine, it’s just a hot day. Would you like a drink?” I didn’t move from the open door of the refrigerator, needing the kiss of the cool air on my heated skin.

“What kind of drink are you offering?” He whispered in my ear as he brushed a lock of hair from my shoulder, exposing my neck.

“What’s it like?” The question tumbled from my lips before I’d even thought it.

“For the biter or the bitee?” The tip of his finger tailed from just below my ear down my neck to my clavicle.

“Both.” I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of sparks racing over my skin from his stroke. It had been so long since I enjoyed the touch of a man, and even then, it didn’t feel like this.

“For the bitee, it feels like a tinge of pain that makes the pleasure more intense. It feels like being worshiped, devoured, and craved. If the vampire is strong enough, he can make every cell in your body cry out in ecstasy with his bite and his touch will make you crave more. Even a moderately strong vampire can make a woman come apart for him with a single touch, and, if he is so inclined, can take away any discomfort and replace it with euphoria.”

My knees went weak, and I had to put the tea back and brace myself on the frame of the refrigerator, the cool air no longer doing anything to soothe my overheated skin.

“What’s it like for the vampire?” I asked, my words barely above a whisper.

“It’s the greatest high anyone can feel. The blood of a human is different from the blood of other supernaturals. It doesn’t give us the same rush of power, but it feeds something else inside us. A yearning to dominate, to possess.” He moved closer, stooping as he spoke, until his nose was grazing my neck. “Each human tastes a little different but always sings of desire and the most exquisite sex. So if I were to bite you, take even just a taste from you, it would be almost impossible to keep my hands off of you.”

His hands were on my hips, holding me in place as he pressed his body against my back, and I could feel his hard length pressed into my ass. Jesus, I wanted him so badly. I ached for him to kiss me, touch more of me, anything.I wanted to let him take charge and do what he liked. I’d only ever been with one guy, a while back now, and never reached orgasm. Truth be told, as high as my inner fires were burning, I needed an experienced stoker, someone to surge the flames out fully from under my skin with every caress, every kiss.

“I imagine you taste like sun-kissed summer days on the beach, peach tea spiked with moonshine, and pure erotic bliss.”

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to turn in his arms, reach up on my tiptoes, and seal my lips over his, but I was terrified that if I moved, the spell would break, and this would end.

“How far does it usually go?” I asked.

“In a public setting like a diner, you would probably have hands all over you, some sneaking under your clothes maybe, if they are bold sliding under your skirt. In private, I doubt any vampire would be strong enough to stop before you were under them crying out their name in ecstasy.”

“Doesn’t sound too terrible.” I was trying to hide the growing tremble in my tone. My words were stumbling, sticking together with adrenaline and nervous energy.

Leaning deliciously close, his hands pressed firmer on my hips as he spoke slow and silky words a fraction from my ear shell. “No, not too terrible at all.”

Brock

WHOOPS, PARTY FOUL

The new guy was okay. Leif liked him and there was something mysterious about him, but he wasn’t giving off bad vibes. That was enough to make feel comfortable leaving the kid with him while I went in for a drink.

“Hey, is there any—” My words died in my throat when I saw how Cal had Liz pressed against him and the flushed look on her face. If I had come in ten seconds later, I had no doubt that I would have found them lip-locked in one hell of a passionate embrace.

They jumped apart, and Liz looked guilty, and so did Cal, but he also looked hungry. For blood and for sex.

I waited for the spear of jealousy to stab through me, but it never came. Instead, every fantasy I had about Callum and every dirty thought I had about Liz joined in my head, and it was almost enough to make me drop to my knees and beg.

“Sorry, what did you need?” Liz asked, the first one of us coming back to her senses. Lucky girl. She got to feel what it was like in his arms. Even if it was for just a moment, I would have given anything for that. And Cal, he got to run his hands down her sides, feeling the soft curves of her body.

“No, nothing. I am so sorry I interrupted, next time hang a sock on the door or something, yeah?” I joked, looking for my escape.

As quickly as my legs would carry me, I ran down to the basement and went straight into the bathroom.

Fuck, the way he held her, the way her eyes were closed and her lips parted in awe, was so fucking…

I yanked the handle on the shower, turning it all the way to cold. Every fantasy I had about Callum, about what it would be like to kiss him, was now filled with Liz too. I wanted to kiss him and taste her lips on his. I wanted our hands to touch as the slide down her body and—no.

No. I couldn’t go there.

---