Page 59 of Missing Piece
“I can smell peaches on you.”
Adam smirked. “What about sleep? Do you have to sleep? Or do you just like laying down next to me to smell my hair like some kind of pervert?”
Vincent chuckled. “What’s with the twenty questions?”
Adam felt his cheeks burn, grateful he couldn’t see Vincent’s expression. It seemed like a million things usually fought for his attention, but this time the only thing he could think about was the fact that Vincent was laying less than a foot away from him. All he had to do was reach out and touch him…
Come on man, get yourself under control.“Tariq told me vampires have powers,” Adam blurted out. Sidetracking Vincent with a conversation about something Adam wasn’t supposed to know would help pull his mind out of the gutter.
“Powers?” Vincent echoed, sounding genuinely confused.
Shit. Was Tariq fucking with me?“Uh, is that not a thing? He said he could touch people and make them feel high…”
“Ohhh, ‘powers’. Yeah, no one calls them that,” Vincent chuckled. “Many of us have abilities. Some are more useful than others.”
Adam’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Vincent’s hand brush his bangs away from his forehead. “Why do you do that?”
“Hmm?”
Adam leaned into the touch. “With my hair. Does it look bad?”
There was a pause, both in the touch and Vincent’s speech. The bed shifted and the top sheet pulled tighter around Adam as Vincent moved closer. “I, uh, no, it doesn’t look bad. I justlike being able to see your whole face.” His tone was softer, almost like he was trying to keep a secret from himself.
I wonder if this is part of the do-over. I could get used to this.
“I want to know what your ability is.”
Vincent let out an amused huff. “Mine falls into the ‘less than useful’ category, but I’ve found ways to use it over the years,” he said as he trailed his fingers down Adam’s face.
Vincent grazed Adam’s bottom lip with his thumb.Just kiss him. Kiss him. It’s what you want.He leaned in until their breath was mingling, their lips a hair’s breadth apart. “Tell me what you can do,” he whispered.
“And what do I get in return?” Vincent asked, sounding almost breathless as he inched closer. “I’m a respected business owner, you know. I don’t do anything for free.”
That should be a red flag, right?“I’m sure you’ll think of something.” The words left his mouth before he could stop them. He covered up the slip by leaning up and capturing Vincent’s lips with his own. They were soft and tentative at first, Vincent’s lips as cool as they always were, brushing against Adam’s as they melted together, breathing in each other’s sighs, tasting desire on each other’s tongues.
Vincent broke away first, his lips tracing Adam’s jawline down to his neck, his hands gripping Adam’s hips, tugging him closer until their bodies were flush against each other. “You’re still injured,” Vincent muttered against his neck. “And I wasn’t exactly in control of myself last time. I’ll end up hurting you again…”
“That’s not a deal breaker for me,” Adam whispered. He placed his hand on the center of Vincent’s bare chest and couldn’t stop himself from letting his hand wander, fingers trembling slightly as they explored.
His skin felt even smoother than it looked beneath Adam’s burning touch. There was something intoxicating about feeling the hard muscles rippling just beneath the skin. Adam’s fingers tangled in the tempting dusting of chest hair and traced the ridges of Vincent’s sculpted abs. He slid his palm down Vincent’s torso, feeling the vampire’s stomach tighten beneath his touch. Vincent let out a deep, throaty groan as he pushed his hardening groin up against Adam’s hip, the rigid length of him unmistakable through the thin fabric separating them.
Vincent nipped at his ear as he ground against him, creating a delicious friction that made Adam gasp. “How about this? I’ll show you what I can do if you can get on top of me. If not, we put this on pause and go to sleep.”
Challenge accepted.Adam shoved Vincent back as hard as he could, surprised with how easily the vampire rolled onto his back on the bed, and swung his leg over Vincent’s hips. He hissed as the pain in his ankle exploded, making white spots dance in his vision and his back burning from the sudden force of the movement. But the throbbing between his legs was more urgent. He pressed his hands down on Vincent’s shoulders, straddling his hips and pressing his knees into the mattress to make up for the imbalance between his legs. “You were saying?” he gritted through his teeth.
“You always find a way to surprise me,” Vincent said, grabbing Adam’s hips and digging his fingers into the flesh there. “What if I don’t want to tell you yet?”
Adam couldn’t see his face in the dark, but he knew Vincent was smirking as he said that. He could hear that predatory playfulness that had once made his blood run cold. Now it just made him desperate to wipe any smug expression offthe vampire’s face. Preferably with his dick thrust between those perfect lips. “Show me,” he demanded.
“What if it freaks you out? I hate to admit it, but I do like having you around. I don’t want to make you run away. It’ll break my cold, dead heart,” he teased as he hooked his index fingers into the waistband of Adam’s pants, the backs of his knuckles grazing the sensitive skin beneath.
“I haven’t run away yet,” Adam leaned down, seeking Vincent’s mouth in the darkness like a man parched. The need to taste him again overwhelmed everything.
Vincent lifted Adam and flipped their positions in one fluid, forceful movement that left Adam breathless. “And you never will,” Vincent promised against Adam’s parted lips before he claimed his mouth in a savage kiss.
Is that red flag number two since the do-over?Adam’s rational mind flickered briefly before drowning in sensation as he slid his hands up Vincent’s arms, digging his fingertips into the unyielding muscle.
Who fucking cares.
