Page 11 of Big Enough to Bite
Unable to take my gaze from him, I sigh. My voice shakes. “I’m sated both sexually and feel the nutrients of your blood nourishing me. Yet, when you touch me, I could have you again and again.”
Taking a comb from the vanity, he hands it to me. “And that scares you.”
Terrifies me. The comb is as big as my arm, but the teeth are regular, and I comb through my curls. “I don’t see a future, and you could get hurt.”
“I’ll worry over my own heart.” He grins. “I’ve never met anyone whom I wanted with the intensity of this thing between us. Some things are meant to be, and no matter how hard you fight against them, you’ll end up in the same place. Why not let this happen and see where we land?”
Retrieving my claw clip, I twist my hair and put it up in a loose knot. “I’ll stay while you eat, and then we’ll see.”
His face lights up as if I’ve agreed to far more than a few minutes and some wine.
I pull on my tank top and skirt and slip into my sandals while his attention never strays from me.
Holding my hand, he leads the way into the kitchen. “Do you ever wear underwear?”
“Why do you ask?” I can’t believe my body’s response even now after so much pleasure.
Filling my glass with wine, he shrugs. “I wonder if you had some plan to seduce me even before you came to the back door at your house.”
I sip the excellent wine and let the rich notes of currant and warm grape flavors envelop me. “I never wear underwear. I had intended to keep my distance from you.”
“What changed your mind?” He pulls a steak out of the refrigerator. It’s large enough to feed an entire human family.
“Resisting the offer of fresh blood and the sight of you naked were more than I could bear.”
The sight of him rubbing seasoning into a slab of meat shouldn’t be erotic, but I press my thighs together all the same.
“Forgive me if I’m not sorry you couldn’t resist.”
“Most people sleep a long time after an experience with a vampire. You don’t feel tired from the loss of blood?” I look for signs of regret or harm, but his cheeks are pink and his eyes are filled with mischief.
He puts the steak aside and washes his hands, keeping his gaze fixed on me. When he leans across the island, his face is even with mine. “I feel better than I ever have. Making love with you was more extraordinary than anything in my life. Giants have a lot more blood than humans. We’re not susceptible to poisons, though I’ll not say your venom had no effect. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
“I feel better than I have in years,” I admit, though I’m not sure why I want to tell him things.
“Then I taste better than a rabbit?” His smile is infectious.
I wonder if he’d look so pleased if he knew just how good he tastes. How I long for his blood even now. Though his body, his attention, and his stare suddenly outweigh my drive for the bite. That’s a first. “You must know your blood was beneficial for me.”
Rounding the island, he stands close, leans in, and trails a path of kisses along the side of my neck.
Tenderness isn’t something I’m used to. My skin tingles with every touch.
When he reaches my ear, his voice is tender. “The taste of you was so sweet, I’ll never get enough of you. The feel of your pussy hugging my cock…” He growls, closes his eyes, and steps back.
Meanwhile, I’m about to come from the wash of those words and the memories they conjure.
With one hand on the back of the stool and the other on the island, he has me cradled. When he opens his eyes, his pupils are blown. “I’m too big. What you were able to do shouldn’t be possible.”
I’d thought the same thing, but it was as if he were made to stretch me to my limits. It’s hard to breathe because I’m so fucking aroused. “If you want to eat that steak, you’d better step back before I strip you naked and fuck you right here in the kitchen.”
Another growl. “Tempting, but then you might distract me again from getting the answer to my question.”
He rounds me and opens the slider to the backyard. The cool air is a welcome rush against my heated skin. I swivel the stool and watch him the way I might track a deer in the woods. Yet, I’m content to keep him in my sight for now.
Turning on the gas grill, he draws several long breaths. In his sweatpants, there’s no hiding the state of his insatiable cock.
My mouth waters, and I sip my wine.
