Page 55 of Burn Falls
“Did you eat dinner? We can stop and get you soup or something. That should warm you up.”
“I did, but I can think of another way that involves a lot less clothes.”
Yep, glad I shaved everywhere.
“You want me to come in, Calla?” Draven asked between kisses.
“Yes,” I panted, my back against the door while his lips kissed along the side of my neck.
“Invite me in then.”
“What?”
He lifted his head and stared into my green eyes. “Call me old-fashioned, but you need to invite me in.”
“Okay …” My brows furrowed. Of course he was invited in. I’d picked him up at the airport and drove him here. I wasn’t going to make him stay in the car all night. “Draven, please come in so we don’t give the neighbors a show.”
He grinned wickedly and had my door open to my apartment before I realized what was happening. We were back to being in a rush of lust, our mouths pressed together, our tongues tasting and sucking.
“Fuck,” he groaned as the door slammed behind me. “Are you sure about this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, reaching for his sweater so that I could strip him of it.
“I don’t know if I can be gentle.”
“I don’t want you to be.”Fuck was that the truth.I was burning with the need to see what was under all of his clothes. To feel his naked body pressed to mine as we were joined together and moving in sync with each other. I wasn’t a virgin, and I didn’t need to have my hand held. I was a twenty-eight-year-old woman with needs, and my needs needed to be met and fast. Life was too short to have regrets, and I didn’t think I’d regret being with this man. If anything, he’d regret being with me.
I reached for him again to lock my lips with his, but after a few seconds he pulled back and said, “Look at me.”
My gaze lifted to his. “If you don’t want—”
“I do,” he assured me. “You have no idea how fucking much, but …”
“What is it?”
“I need a minute. I’m sorry, but the long flight—”
“Oh!” I said, realizing that he had to use the bathroom. “First door on your left.”
He kissed me again. “Be naked when I get out.”
I smiled and then he turned to head to the bathroom. Taking the lull, I went to my bedroom and lit a vanilla candle before stripping myself of my clothes. I should have known that wall sex only happened in romance novels, and the fantasy that I had about Draven coming to visit me and us stripping all of our clothes off as soon as we walked in my door, was just that—a fantasy.
A few minutes later, Draven came out of the bathroom, and I expected him to come straight to my room that was the only open door, but instead, I heard him go to the kitchen. Not thinking much about it, I crawled under my covers, pulled them up to cover myself and leaned against the headboard as I waited for him. Then he was in my doorway, holding a blue ice tray and wearing nothing except his boxers and a smile.
My book boyfriend fantasy was becoming real as I ogled his rock-hard body. Really, how was this my life? I was the one jealous of Valencia always getting the hot guys, and now I had my own, standing at attention and looking at me as though he was going to devour me. Eight pack abs. The V that led to a cock that looked impressive through the outline of his boxers. And a lick of hair on this chest. My mouth watered wanting to taste him.
All of him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Everything with Calla was different, and I had a feeling sex with her would be too because of the way I felt about her, and the fact I couldn’t compel her to forget that I was a vampire. Normally when I was with a woman, I’d compel her to trust what I was about to do and then I’d sink my teeth into her throbbing vein on her neck, drink some of her blood, get hard, and fuck her.
But I had a plan.
Before we got carried away, I made up the excuse that I needed to use the bathroom. The truth was that I had a blood bag that I’d put in my luggage after going through security. Over the last five years of going back and forth to help Martin, I’d mastered getting through TSA at the airport with blood on me. The trick was to have a pre-checked status and then tape the blood bag to me. Since I was pre-checked, I didn’t have to go through the whole body scanner machine and could use the old ones that only detected metal. And, of course, if anyone questioned me, I would just compel them to let me go. I only needed one or two bags on me each time because Martin kept a fridge stocked for me in his basement where I slept.
I sucked it down quickly and then, as I stroked my hardening cock, I realized I wouldn’t be able to cover up the fact that not only were my hands and lips cold but so was my dick. Well, it was room temperature, but that was much colder than a human body.
