Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
She came toward me, those spectacular eyes locked on mine, then reached around me and opened the cabinet behind my shoulder. “Sure it is. I want you. From what I remember of that kiss, you want me. We’re both consenting adults, and I’m sick of wasting every minute I have left on this earth. I’m ready to act.”
Dishes clanked softly behind me as she retrieved two plates without breaking eye contact, bringing her mouth perilously close to mine with the way I had my head tilted down to watch her.
“Come on, Ajax. Where’s that warrior spirit your mother named you for?” she teased, slowly lowering herself from her tiptoes. “Act with me.”
With that taunting little line, she turned away from me, toward the stove.
“Not sure you’d enjoy my particular brand of kink, Grace.” The truth—in so far that I could tell it—was the best bet here. The best thing for Grace would have been to scream in terror at the realization of the predator I was and kick me out of her house, out of her life.
But fuck, did I want to sink my fangs into that sweet neck at the same moment I claimed her curvy little body.
Taste. Yeah, the predator that lurked within me absolutely agreed.
“Try me.” She shot me a look of pure challenge as she heaped food onto plates.
What the fuck could I say to this woman to convince her that getting the hell away from me was her safest option?
“What if I want to sink my teeth into you?”
She turned off the remaining burner and set the pan down, then turned toward me. “I’ve never been into the whole biting thing, but okay.”
My lips parted, and my fangs ached, but stayed in place.
I was not some decades-old novice. I could fucking control myself.
“And what if I want to do more than bite?” I lowered my arms as slowly as she took her time walking toward me, her bare feet silent on the floor. “What if I’m exactly like that book you love?”
“A vampire?” she asked, stopping short, only a few feet away. Her eyebrows rose, but there was no fear in her eyes. “I’ve never really done role-play, either, let alone with a hallucination. Come to think of it, there are so many things I’ve never done. That’s kind of sad, isn’t it? I’ve spent my entire life pushing myself for a degree I’m never even going to use, and completely neglected everything…fun.” She held up her fingers one at a time. “I’ve never had sex in a public place, never tried bondage, or anything really outside a few positions.”
A growl started low in my chest at the thought of her sharing her body with anyone else.
Fucking stop it. Women in this century slept with men with the same degree of freedom that men had always used to sleep with whomever they wanted. My territorial pain-in-the-ass instincts were just going to have to catch up to the equality of the times.
“Nothing outside a few positions,” I repeated, needing to fill the silence before the only thing she heard was the sound of her own moans as I started ticking off her little list.
“Nope.” She shrugged. “My undergrad boyfriend wasn’t exactly worth bragging about, and then graduate school…” Her nose crinkled in distaste. “Well, he wasn’t anything to brag about.”
“Hmm.” Controlling myself around Grace was hard enough already without her casually talking about sex like my dick wasn’t hard enough to punch through my fucking pants already. This was fucking torture.
“I’ve never even had sex in the shower, or had a guy go down on me, or tried—”
I stopped her mouth with mine and kissed her quiet, only to realize that I’d pretty much thrown gasoline on the fire that already raged within my body for her.
She melted against me, her tongue stroking against mine as I took her mouth over and over, telling her wordlessly how badly I wanted her. Grabbing her ass, I hauled her against me and lifted, grunting at the perfection of her curves. Her hands tunneled through my hair as I walked forward to the kitchen table and sat her on the edge.
“Tell me no,” I demanded as I trailed my mouth down her neck, cataloging every response she had as my hands roamed over the swell of her hips and the dip of her waist.
“Why would I do that?” She sighed, letting her head fall back as my lips found her collarbone.
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to take care of one of the things on that little list of yours right fucking now.” I kissed my way to the swell of her breasts, then gave in and let my teeth rake gently across the soft skin.
“Again…why would I say no?” She separated her knees.
“Fuck.” I stepped between her thighs, grasped her hips, and dragged her to the very edge of the table. Then I kissed her and let the rest of the world fade away.