Page 40 of Love Lives
He didn't do that, but when his lips left my neck, his gaze strayed down to the bulge in my pants. I wanted to say something to defend my honor, but couldn't come up with anything good.
"You enjoyed that," Aldrich murmured, the corners of his mouth twitching up. "Good. 'Cause there's something I've realized tonight."
"What's that?" I asked, unsure how to feel. As if I’d been served steak at a seafood restaurant, but for some reason, that steak was really good. Aldrich still had his arm around my shoulders and his face was so close that our breath mingled, and… I didn't want to move away.
His eyes dropped to my lips. "I definitely want both."
Before I even realized what he was trying to say by that, he closed that tiny bit of distance between us and pressed his mouth to mine.
For the second time that night, I froze.
What the fuck was he doing? And more importantly, what the fuck was I going to do? Push him away?
Or lean into it?
While I was still trying to decide, Aldrich's body changed again. The feeling of his lips stayed the same, but his hair grew out, and suddenly, there was a pair of boobs pressing against my chest. So his illusions were definitely tangible. Too tangible. I pushed him off me. "Not like that."
Aldrich stared at me. "Not like that?"
Yeah, I was surprised by my own words too. But I hadn't rejected him because of the kiss, but because he'd transformed. "If you're going to kiss me, do it in your own body."
"That wasn't getting me anywhere."
"Because you ambushed me."
He shrugged and changed back into his original body. "Needed to make a point."
"What kind of point?"
"That this," he motioned between himself and me, "is going to happen."
"Not tonight, it won't." But I had this strange urge to touch my lips where he'd kissed me. If he hadn't morphed into someone else, what would I have done?
That question was going to haunt me for the rest of the night.
Chapter Sixteen
In my dreams that night,I was in the house by the river again. My son had grown a little older now and he was joined by his sister in his play. "I think they'll be busy for a while," my partner said. I shot my handsome vampire a smile.
"Are you trying to say we should make use of that time?" I asked, but again, the voice coming out of my mouth wasn't wholly my own.
My vampire's lips quirked up and his fangs showed. Without losing even a second, he pulled me along into another room and pushed me up against a wall, kissed my cheek, my jaw, my neck...
"Bite me," I urged him on, already a little out of breath.
He gave me another one of those sexy smiles, and then he kissed me. I didn't want to be kissed, though. I wanted more than that, so I grabbed his crotch, squeezing his cock through the fabric of his clothes. He broke the kiss and gasped my name.
I jerked awake, finding back to myself in the darkness of my bedroom. Disoriented, I stretched my hand out in front of myself as if I had to make sure that I was still in command of my own body. That I was still me. In that dream, I hadn't been. I'd been Atlus.
Letting my hand sink again, I chewed that thought over in my head. Why was I dreaming of being an ancient witch?
It had to be because of our failed summoning attempt. That was when all of this had started. But why?
And why did these dreams have to feel so fucking real?
I ran my tongue along the inside of my teeth, trying to get the taste of vampire out of my mouth. If I'd been Atlus... had that been Vlad? The thought made me shudder. I definitely hadn't wanted to get the intimate details of his past sex-life. I would definitely need brain bleach to getthatout of my head. That and the mushy warm feelings my other self… Atlus… had had for him. He’d been head over heels for the guy.
I shook myself. Those were not thoughts I wanted in my head.
