Page 68 of Bound By Blood

When he drew his hand away, she murmured, “Don’t stop.”

“I thought you were asleep.”

“No, I’ve been awake for hours.”

“Why didn’t you get up?”

“I did. I had lunch with my mom and then, when no one was looking, I came back here.”

Zack shook his head. “Must have made for a long, boring day.”

“Not really.” She rolled onto her side, facing him. “I like it here. I like watching you sleep.”

“Really? I can’t imagine why.”

“Me, either,” she said, smiling. “But there it is.” She brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. “Do you dream?”

“No, but I guess you do.”

She nodded, remembering her earlier nightmare.

He gazed into her eyes, those beautiful, clear blue eyes, marveling that she was in his bed, that she loved him. “What do you dream about, Katy?”

A blush crept into her cheeks. “Making love to you.”

“Just say where and when.”

“Here. And now.”

It was tempting, he thought, but then, everything about Kaitlyn was tempting. But it didn’t seem very smart, taking her virginity here, under her father’s roof, especially when her father had no love for him. The chances of getting caught were too great. And as much as he desired Kaitlyn, fighting her father was the last thing Zack wanted to do. Not that he was afraid of being defeated. On the contrary, he was afraid of being victorious, certain that, if he won, Katy would hate him forever. And vampires, whether made or born, were capable of holding a grudge for a good long time. Nadiya Korzha was proof of that.

“As nice as this is,” Zack said, kissing her cheek, “and as much as I would love to keep you in my bed, I think you’d better go before your father comes looking for you.”

“But I don’t want to go,” she said, pouting.

“I know, but it’s for the best.” He caressed her cheek. “I love you, darlin’, but I really don’t want to fight your father, or spend any more time in that tower.”

When he put it like that, what could she say?

She started to rise, but he pulled her into his arms, his mouth covering hers in a long, searing kiss that made her toes curl with pleasure. Heat flooded through her, as if a thousand fireflies had taken flight in the core of her being. She pressed herself against Zack, felt the evidence of his desire against her belly.

Now, she thought. He would make love to her now.

And he might have, if someone hadn’t come knocking on the door.

Kaitlyn bolted upright, then looked at Zack, her eyes wide.

“Zack? Are you awake?”

Kaitlyn’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of her mother’s voice. She stared at Zack, panic-stricken. What was her mother doing here?

“Zack? It’s me, Elena.”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah?”

“Have you seen Kaitlyn? She’s not in her room, and no one’s seen her since this afternoon.”

“If you give me a minute to get dressed, I’ll help you look.”

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