Page 44 of The Vampire's Thirst
Brows arched, he sat on the bed, his towel falling slightly open. Fin had no scruples about sneaking a peek. She was right. Huge. Just like last night, he was Big Mac size.
Fin covered herself once more. “Could you back off a little? You make me nervous looming over me.”
“I don’t loom.”
Gazing into his amber eyes, Fin tried to ignore the desire making her sex moist. “Whatever. Besides, I know what I saw. Those two guys were not normal, and neither are you. You’re like wolfman or something. Hot. Really hot. But not normal.”
His grin went straight to her lady bits. Fin was not a shrinking violet, but she did not react like a teenage girl in heat either. Her response to the guy was explosive.
“Hot, huh? You know what else is hot?”
Other than you?
As his eyes smoldered with promised sex, she wiggled to satisfy the tingle between her legs. “No. What?”
His nostrils flared. “Breakfast. Get dressed. Then come on out.” He lobbed another grin and dropped his towel, moving toward a chair.
“Good God.” Fin sucked in a breath.
With a tight ass on display, he slid into well-worn jeans. Commando.Gasp. He drew on a white T-shirt and topped it with an unbuttoned flannel plaid. Barefooted, he padded out of the room, waving a hand toward a different chair.
Fin sighted the oversized shirt where he indicated. She threw off the blanket to examine her bandaged thigh and arm. Not only had he stripped her, but he’d cleaned her up, too. Obviously, the big guy got a long look at her. Good thing she wasn’t shy.
His garment came to her knees. Decent enough.
She found the man in the kitchen, sipping on coffee as he read a book. She couldn’t catch the title. Probably something about weightlifting or mixed martial arts.
“Hey.” She entered and fingered her snarly mess of tight black curls. Though close to her head, one side was longer, hanging over her eye. Her stylist told her it was a sexy look. “I’m Finley Sage. And you are?”
The hunk looked up with those mesmerizing wolf eyes, swept his shaggy mane off his face, and stuck out a huge, calloused hand. “Thorn.”
“Does Thorn have a last name?”
With lips curled into a smile, he held onto her longer than was decent. “Nope.”
“Somebody washed me, tended to my wounds, and got an eyeful.”
“Yep.”
“While I appreciate being saved and bandaged, the rest could be a little creepy.”
“I confess. Spent a lot of it admiring your curves and such. From all those muscles, I’d say you work out. Love a female who takes care of her body.”
With his brows arched and that sexy grin on his face, Fin didn’t blush. Not her style. Her eyes met and held his. She waved a dismissive hand. “Okay, let’s flirt later. Right now, I’m hungry and want answers.” She yanked out the chair across from Thorn.
He hopped up to snatch two plates from the cabinet. After piling on scrambled eggs, bacon, and potatoes, he set a basket of biscuits on the table. “Coffee?”
“Strong and black.”
Setting it in front of her, he parked and began eating.
With a big spoonful of fried potatoes in her mouth, Fin moaned. “That’s great.” She shoved in hurried bites before laying down the utensil. “Now. Answers.”
“What are the questions, darlin’?” Thorn’s rock-hard, huge biceps flexed as he leaned elbows onto the table.
“What are you and why did those men attack me?”
Thorn swiped a hand over his wet hair. “I honestly don’t know what they wanted. Did you know them?”
