Page 7 of Love Bites
Ignacio kissed her. His mouth was positively warm, as was his tongue when he deepened the kiss. She kissed him back with all of the heat and passion she felt in that moment, wrapping her arms around his neck, grazing her fingers through his soft hair.
When his other hand slipped under her shirt and onto her breast, she didn’t mind in the least. In fact, she groaned against his mouth and leaned into him. Katheryn found herself guided backward until she hit something hard, probably the wall behind her, but she paid it little mind. She was more worried about the sudden absence of his hands from her body as he took all the heat with him.
He gripped her at the hips and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her heels to stay in place. He pressed her harder against the wall, so she wouldn’t fall, and his hands were all over her again, in her hair, on her face, hips, but not at all breaking the kiss. It wasn’t until Ignacio undid the buttons on her jeans and his hands slipped inside that she gasped, tearing her mouth from his.
“Oh God,” she cried out. His fingers stroked her, toyed with her, riding her to the point of dizziness. Her head swirled. Stars danced behind her eyelids. Was it possible to overdose from pleasure? That’s how she felt. She was sitting at the edge of her seat, anxious for what would happen next in this ride. And she was dying a slow death.
Her fingers found his soft mess of brown hair, gripping it like a lifeline. Her fingernails scraped his scalp as she pulled his head down to her neck where he laid kisses against her, making her shiver with pure delight.
It felt so good to be touched like that, to feel wanted, to be given something precious that made her feel every bit the woman she was. Never before had a man given her what Ignacio gave, so she took all that she could in the moment, clinging on to it, afraid that it might end, that she might wake up and find herself in that one nightmare she seemed so afraid of.
It had been about a person, she was sure, a man, but his name slipped her mind and so did the situation because Ignacio blew his hot breath into her ear, whispering. It took her a moment to catch on to the words.
“Can I take?”
Take?she wondered.Take what?
“Will you let me take you over the edge?” He nipped her earlobe, and she moaned.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Do it.”
She prepared herself for a sensation to follow, for him to put his hands all over her. She waited for that promise to be taken over…under…sideways—hell, she didn’t care, as long as Ignacio was the one to take her there.
She felt him nip her neck, tickling her. She waited, waited, and then she felt it. A piercing pain, like little knives cutting through her skin, making her dizzy, making her vision go dark for a second. Emotions wafted over her in a rush, emotions that weren’t hers and she didn’t understand. Among them, though, was one that she recognized quite well. She felt the lust, the passion running deep into her gut, and she held on to Ignacio, until she felt thick liquid run down her neck to the front of her shirt.
She jerked away from him, her gaze darting down. The liquid was red, already beginning to stain the top of her shirt. Then she looked up at him and gasped. Ignacio’s golden eyes had changed and were now bright red, dangerous, menacing. But his mouth, oh, God, his mouth was something else entirely. It was caked in blood, and he had two pointy fangs, thin and shining.
The spot on her neck stung, and she realized what Ignacio was.
Vampire.
She opened her mouth and screamed.
* * *
Katheryn bolted awake,heart pumping, confused. Sunlight peeked through the hotel window and onto her face, making her squint. It hardly bothered her, though. She was too focused on the crazy dream she’d just had.
Why had she dreamt Ignacio up as a vampire? Of course, she was well aware vampires existed, and werewolves and demons. Basically, the Supernatural race had come out of hiding and lived amongst humans. Still, she could pass them in the street and be unaware of what they truly were. Supernaturals had the outward appearance of humans — that much she knew. Other than that, she was pretty clueless about their race, even if shehadstudied their cellular structure at one point in her career. It wasn’t as if she were racist or anything. She just didn’t really have Supernatural friends.
So why Ignacio? She pulled out her memories of him from the night before and found nothing strange or abnormal about him. He seemed human enough, with eyes that were just a little too bright, but not a vampire red. He was simply a gorgeous, romantic foreigner, she thought.
With a sigh and a shake of her head, Katheryn jumped out of bed and went over to the window, pulling back the curtains. Morning light seeped through, illuminating the beautiful hotel room. The sheets on the bed were in a jumbled heap, probably as a result of that heated, intense dream she’d had.
And boy, what a dream it had been! If dream-Ignacio had brought her that much pleasure, she wondered if the real one could—
She halted her thoughts and willed her body to calm down. She headed into the bathroom to wash away those desires. She had just met the man, for Christ’s sake, and she was already imagining what it would be like to get him into bed!
I blame that dream,Katheryn thought a little crankily as she turned on the faucet of the walk-in shower. Spray fell from the ceiling and onto the marble floor tiles immediately, sending steam clouding the room. She stood under the water, the heat beginning to relax her muscles.If it hadn’t been for that blasted dream I probably wouldn’t be thinking this way.
If it hadn’t been for the dream, Katheryn probably would have kept Ignacio in her mind as a future good memory. She’d only remember him simply as ahotforeigner escorting her to her hotel because she’d been lost and who had given her his number.
He’d probably only gave her his number because he wanted to get laid. But Katheryn wasn’t that type of woman. She wasn’t the type to let go of her inhibitions, to have wild crazy sex just because. Hell, she’d only ever had two lovers before, and one of them turned out to be a cheating bastard.
So, yeah, it wasn’t as if there could be anything between Katheryn and Ignacio, save for a fiery, sexy, vampire dream.
“I mean, I just lost my fiancé becausehewas out having kinky sex with some bimbo,” Katheryn said aloud to herself. She wasn’t going to run to the first hot guy she met and have sex with him tohypotheticallythrow it in Hunter’s face. She was better than that, wasn’t she? Could she even bring herself to have sex with a stranger? If she had sex with Ignacio, what would that makeher?
“But I have a right to have fun, don’t I?” she cried out as she reached for the bar of hotel soap and lathered her skin with it. “I have thedivine rightto go crazy and do whatever the hell I please, don’t I? I have the right to have sex and fall in love and—” She halted her thoughts again.
