Page 201 of Vampire so Virtuous
He gazed up at her, his eyes shifting again, now a deep mix of colors. “You smell delightful,ma chérie,and I will not be content until your scent is all over me.”
Cally paused in her retreat, a smile tugging at her lips. “That’s almost obscene.”
“There is no ‘almost’ to what I have in mind.”
She kicked off her boots and flicked open the button of her jeans. “Take those off,” she said, nodding at him. “I want to see you. All of you. And notwith that thing you do with your eyes, but the way you’re supposed to be.”
He rose to his feet. “This thing I do with my eyes—and my skin too, for that matter—this is how I lookedbefore.”
Before he became a vampire, she knew he meant.
“Then wear whichever feels most true,” she said. “But I want to look on both versions of you by the time this night is done.”
Together, they stripped off the rest of their clothing, their eyes locked on each other. Her breath caught as she saw his desire, apparent in the hard length of him. She turned away, knowing that if she didn’t, they’d never make it to the shower. Her scent was so important to him that she wanted to be clean for him as much as she wanted the blood off his skin.
She padded naked into his bathroom, unsurprised to find a luxurious walk-in shower in a house like this. Before she could figure out which knob and lever did what, he was with her, reaching past her for the controls. His bare skin brushed hers, always so warm, then the shower came alive, dousing them both with water so cold it took her breath away.
“You bastard,” she gasped, pressing against him to get away from the spray, which was warming with every passing second.
He chuckled, wrapping her in his arms, one hand splaying down across the curve of her ass. “As much for my control as for my sadistic amusement,ma chérie. Otherwise, I did not trust myself not to take you here, in the shower.”
They washed one another, teasing and toying with light touches and slow caresses, exploring every curve and line, soapy hands gliding over slick skin with little resistance, prolonging the anticipation of what was to come. When he reached for the shampoo and worked it into his hair, she pressed up against him and let her touch roam.
“That is distracting,ma chérie.”
“So sorry.” She lowered her mouth to his nipple, flicking it with her tongue.
He shuddered against her. “My turn will come,” he said, his voice husky.
He rinsed off, and she thought they were done, but he turned her to face the wall, placing her hands against the tiles in silent command. He squirted more shampoo into his palm and kneaded it into her hair, standing so close that his arousal rubbed against her ass as he worked.
She lost herself in the sensuous experience of having her hair washed, arching her body to press her hips back against him. He gave a small grunt, almost pained—and that was nice, too.
His touch was wonderful, and next time she would relax and embraceevery bit of it, but not now. She wanted more.
“Go faster, please.”
“Some things cannot be rushed.”
“Rush this, you bastard, or take me to bed with soap in my hair.”
He made a deep, possessive sound that caused her body to tighten in response.
But it was several minutes before he had finished carefully rinsing the suds out, his touch surprisingly gentle. By then, her body ached with need.
Antoine inhaled deeply and made a satisfied sound. “Now you smell like you,ma chérie.”
His words sent heat to her cheeks, a reminder that he could scent her arousal. After so many little touches, she was more than ready for him.
She spun away with a playful sway of her hips, eyeing the towels as she passed the railing. They looked soft, luxurious and warm, but they weren’t what she wanted wrapped around her. She paused at the threshold to his bedroom, turning to look over her shoulder. He stood tall and gloriously nude, water droplets clinging to his pale skin, heat in his gaze.
Cally beckoned with one finger.
Forty-seven – Cally
He could’ve closed the gap in a second, but he didn’t.
Instead, Antoine casually picked up one of the towels she’d ignored, and in a flash, it flew from his hand, landing back across the railing, now damp. Not a trace of water remained on his skin.
