Page 20 of The Devil and the Dancer
Gavin muttered, “I really need to install one of these systems.”
“Can we talk about that later?”
“Yes, but before we go downstairs…” Gavin set her on her feet.
“What are you doing?”
“Just this.” He reached down and gripped the edge of her sweater before he pulled it up and over her head. “Tossing that.” He threw it across the room. “Much better.” His hands ran down her shoulders and cupped her small breasts before he lifted her again. “I could smell him on ye, and it was irritating.”
“You’re such a vampire.”
“Yes, I am.” Gavin lifted her higher and licked over the rise of her left breast. “Fuck, it’s pure dead brilliant.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth and nipped her with his teeth. “So fucking sweet.”
Chloe watched him, and she couldn’t stop the moan that left her throat. Watching Gavin put his mouth on her was incredibly hot. “Bed,” she said. “Please.”
“Yes.” He walked them down the stairs to her bedroom. Gavin tossed her on the bed and reached down to the edge of her leggings. “These have to go.”
“Are you going to bite me?” Her heart pounded.
Gavin smiled a wicked grin as he stripped the thin leggings from her body. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, dove. Plenty to do tonight.” His mouth dropped open and his fangs fell as he ran both his hands up the outside of her thighs. “Look at ye. Those legs are fucking works of art.”
“Light,” she whispered, overcome with sensation. She felt him. She heard him. She wanted to see him too.
Gavin laid her legs down on the bed. Then he reached over and switched on the lamp at her bedside. He loosened the towel around his waist and let the cloth drop.
He was magnificent. His body was lean and defined. His erection jutted out above muscled thighs. Chloe reached over and drew him to her mouth, tasting and teasing him.
As she played with his erection and he let out a long and highly imaginative stream of curses, he reached up and untied the knot holding her hair back.
Chloe stopped and reached up. “What are you doing?”
“You weren’t supposed to stop.” He gripped the base of his erection. “But if you’re curious, I have had roughly a thousand fantasies regarding sex with you, and in none of them is your hair wrapped up.”
“It’s a mess, Gavin.”
“Don’t care.” His fingers teased out the wet curls as he tossed her scarf over the side of the bed. “I want it. I want you.”
They could talk about the realities of hair later. “Come here.”
“Hmmm. Not quite yet.” He sat on the edge of the bed and swung her leg over his head. His fangs were long and he was grinning. “You had a taste of me, dove. Turnabout is fair play.”
Chloe felt her cheeks flush. “I thought you weren’t going to bite me.”
“That’s not the kind of taste I’m talking about.” He slid off the bed, knelt in front of her, and ran his fangs up the inside of her thigh. “This is what I’ve been craving.” He nipped the inside of her thigh once before he put his mouth on her and feasted.
Chloe let out a harsh cry as Gavin worked. He held her ass and lifted, forcing her back into an arch. It didn’t take long for her to climax. Her body was primed by months and months of foreplay.
“Fuck!” She tugged his hair and held him to her body. “Gavin!”
“That’s the best kind of headache, dove, but you’d better let me up.” He laughed against her thigh and gave her pussy one more lick, making her body shudder. “There’s someone who very much wants to say hello.”
“Please.” She was out of breath, her skin shivering.
“The best please I’ve ever heard,” Gavin whispered, crawling up her body and holding himself over her. “Chloe, look at me.”
She couldn’t look anywhere else. In that moment, he was everything. She was wet and wanting, swollen with desire for him. Chloe dug her fingers into his shoulders and looked straight into his eyes. “Please, Gavin.”
“Yes.” His voice was rough. “Worth every second of the wait.”
