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Her scent and her body language are making it clear that she wants me, perhaps as badly as I want her, but I’m enjoying making her wait.
Crossing my leg over my knee, I pull off one boot and set it on the carpet, then cross the other leg, and pause with the sole of my boot facing toward her.
“Can I help?” she asks quietly.
Grinning that she caught my hint, I extend my leg toward her, my back braced against the arm of the sofa.
She pulls, and it’s cute to watch her try to remove the boot that fits me like a second skin.
“I need more leverage.” Still holding my foot, she slides off the sofa, and I pivot to lean against the back of the sofa.
Planting her feet, she tugs harder but then, slipping on the carpet, she tumbles back.
I catch her before she hits the floor.
Her eyes widen with surprise as she looks up at me, her weight supported in my arms, her lips parted and flush with her blood, as ifbeggingme to devour her.
“How did you do that?” Her voice is breathless, and she pants from the effort of using it.
“Do what?” I smile, hoping to distract her.
“You moved so quickly. How?” She shakes her head. “Sorry. I should have just said thank you for catching me.” Her hands slide from my neck toward my shoulders, and she bends one leg to brace her foot on the floor, readying herself to stand. “Can you help me up?”
I grin. “What if I like you in this position.”
Unbalanced, supported in my arms with her head a couple feet above the carpet, she sucks in ragged breaths and her pupils dilate. She likes this position too—me dominant above her.
I could be inside her before she perceives any movement, plowing her hard on the carpet. My cock urges me to act. But her eyes change as fear overtakes her desire. One of her hands slides to the top of my chest and she pushes against me.
Shocked that I care, I snap out of my lustful stupor and lift her to her feet.
Startled by the sudden movement, she sucks in a quick breath, and then her chest heaves as she fights to return her breathing to normal.
Confused by the rapid movements, or maybe by what she’s clearly feeling inside her cunt, she licks her lower lip and gazes into my eyes, seeking answers.
The air between us is on fire.
Stepping forward, she reaches up and pulls me into a kiss.
Hiding my surprise, I let her set the boundaries, keeping our kiss chaste, chaste by my standards, as she presses her lush lips against mine.
Using every ounce of my self control to hold back my fangs, I sense the blood pulsing inside her, her taste promising sweetness and mystery, and carrying some exotic flavor I’ve never tasted in the tens of thousands of veins I’ve sampled over my lifetime of travels.
Kissing her, I’m overwhelmed, fighting to concentrate as ecstasy muddles my thoughts.
Breaking the kiss, she looks into my eyes. “Is it…” She blinks. “Is it okay that I kissed you?”
Her uncertainty moves me. She misunderstood the hesitation in my kiss, and my inner pirate wakes from sedation.
Wrapping my hand around her waist, I pull her hard against me and kiss her again.
Chapter Thirteen
Ember
Ryker pulls me closer,and I gasp as my breath is stolen by his lips that crush mine and move as if starved—sucking and nibbling as if my mouth contains the source of all life.
I can barely sense my feet on the carpet. I’m floating, dizzy, my legs jelly, and I’m not sure how my body is staying upright. I’m being fully consumed,devouredby Ryker in a way that goes beyond anything I’ve ever imagined in my most sexy dreams. All of my focus is on my lips’ response, moving to match his fervor and taking part in the frenzy as if they’ve always known how to perform this devilish dance.
