“Oh.” She stuffed her chilled hands into her robe pockets. “You could have just called.”
Alex shrugged. “I know. But I wanted to tell you in person.”
He walked over to the window, his hips and buttocks moving sinuously beneath his trimly tailored trousers. She shifted her weight restlessly from foot to foot, hyperaware of the slick, needy flesh between her thighs.
“Nice view.” He let the curtains fall closed again and turned around, lips quirking into another smile. “Hey, Caro…are you still asleep? Aren’t you happy about the news?”
“Of course I’m happy, I’m just…” Her brain felt muzzy. Her body felt…hot.
“Sleepy.” He finished the sentence for her as he took two steps closer. Her nostrils fluttered, picking up his scent. She had a sudden sensory memory of being in his bed—writhing her sated body against his fragrant sheets, fitting herself more perfectly against his big sleeping body, nuzzling her face into his neck and the thick, silky fall of his hair.
Oh please, God…
She didn’t understand herself anymore, didn’t know what she was pleading for.
He came to stand directly in front of her. “Maybe a congratulatory kiss would help you wake up…” His eyes glowed green as he put his hands through the tumble of hair at the back of her neck.
She closed her eyes. Yes. This is what she wanted. She wanted him to kiss her. She didn’t want to think, she just wanted to feel.
He brought his mouth down achingly close, the warmth of his breath mingling with her own. Then he moved his lips over hers so sweetly, so lightly, she couldn’t tell if he was whispering an endearment or merely breathing. He stroked her hair down her back and pulled her closer. His tongue and lips were seeking, seeking…then finding as she brought her arms up around his neck and responded without inhibition. Oh God, he tasted good. When he teased the inside of her lower lip with his canines, her tattoo fired to life. She nearly cried out in disappointment when he lifted his mouth to take a breath.
He looked into her eyes and smiled. “Now that’s what I call a proper response to some good news.”
“Kiss me more…please.”
“Happy to,” he murmured before taking her lips again.
She’d wanted him to kiss her lips forever but she decided it wasn’t a hardship when he moved his lips to her throat. He spread the lapels of her robe, treating each shoulder with suckling, open-mouthed kisses before pushing the robe all the way off. He ran his cool hands down her bare arms.
He stepped back and looked at her. His eyes were burning hot. “Sweet mercy,” he groaned. “Don’t tell me you were wearing this under your suit today.” Her camisole was black, tight and totally sheer, her v-string a wisp of black lace and beadwork. Nothing too special, but Alex had always had a major thing for her lingerie. He’d loved buying it for her, seeing it on her—very briefly—and then taking it off.
“Mm.” She was concentrating on tugging his shirt from his waistband. She wanted more flesh under her hands, she wanted to feel him, breathe him, taste him. Live her favorite fantasy right here, right now.
“Well, thank Christ I didn’t know.” His voice was a rumbling purr. “Or I would have been brutally hard all day. And I would have been forced to take matters into my own hands.” He spanned his hands around her waist and then began to caress her lower back. “I’d have eased you back onto that giant black table. Moved my hands up under that demure skirt. Carefully removed this…” His fingers dipped down to push the elastic band onto the swell of her buttocks. His thumbs played with her crack as he eased the band down her cheeks.
Caro let out a breathy hum. “Just so long as you’re hard right now…” She tugged his belt and pulled it loose from its buckle. Her mind was now clear about one thing. She desperately needed him naked. Taking his hand, she led him into the suite’s bedroom.
Alex looked down at the bed and flashed a sinful smile. “Hey, is this that sexual rush thing business guys get when they seal big deals?” He helped her fumbling fingers with the fastener of his trousers.
“I don’t know…all I know is that I want you. Now.”
Cumbersome silk and wool finally came down over his hips. She licked her lips as she saw his cock peek between the flaps of his partially buttoned shirt. A swift push had him falling back on the bed.
“Easy, princess…don’t you want to savor the moment?” His smile teased her as he kicked off his shoes.
“What I want to savor is your cock. Deep. Inside me. Now.” She pulled off his socks in a single, violent pull. Her need for him was bringing new meaning to the term “single-minded”.
He started to say something else but stopped when she leaned down and pressed her open mouth to his. As she nibbled and sucked on his tongue and lips, she quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pleased when he helped her by kicking off his pants and boxers. Never breaking contact with her mouth, he freed his arms from his shirt and brought his hands up to cup her face. He plundered more deeply and she reveled in the barely controlled frenzy of their warring lips and tongues.
The pleasure was in the taking, the marauding, it didn’t matter that their treasures were freely given.
She tore her mouth away, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. His eyes flashed silver as she pulled the camisole over her head. Oh God. Alex’s eyes. So deep, so complex.
It was a shatteringly erotic experience to watch those eyes flicker and change during acts of love. The pure silver was a gift from an ancient vamp gene and usually signaled danger—aggression, wrath, the need to completely dominate and possess. Green was the earthy, virile, fully aroused color of pure sex.
The muscles in his arms and chest worked gorgeously as he moved to lean up against the headboard of the bed. But her eyes kept returning to his midsection, to the way his erect penis was straining up against his belly. Its shadow seemed to loom all the way up to his chest in the dim light of the room. Oh, it was her very favorite cock…all long and thick and beautiful.
“Don’t move,” she murmured as she climbed onto the end of the bed. She crawled toward him on her hands and knees. When his hands rose to touch, she froze. “No hands. Not ‘til I say.”
She straddled his thighs, hyperaware of the nearness of his straining cock, the neediness of her clenching pussy. A wave of panic hit her as she stroked his upper arms and chest…how many times had she dreamed of touching his supple flesh like this? Was she dreaming this? Would his image flicker and fade away?
No, princess. This is real. Very, very real.
Letting his reassurances lift her to a higher level of experience, she closed her eyes, ran her fingertips over his skin and just felt…the air filling and leaving his lungs, the smooth ridges of his pecs, the feel of his nipples as the sensitive flesh pebbled with arousal. She stroked down his abdomen, feeling the looming heat of his erection. She bent down, eyes still closed and, effortlessly honing in on the pulse of his desire, licked the upper crest of his cock. She smiled when she felt him jerk in response.
“Do you have a condom?”
He nodded. “In my wallet. In my pants…” He paused. “Caro, are you sure you don’t want—”
She pressed two fingers to his lips. A condom wasn’t necessary for protection against disease or pregnancy—Alex’s vampire blood kept him disease-free and she was on the Pill. No, a condom was a barrier between bloodmates. His semen in her womb was almost as potent a connection as her blood in his body. She’d spent long, agonizing years learning to live without that kind of love drug. She didn’t want to forsake all that hard work for one night of pleasure.
“No. I want you to stay right there while I get you ready.”
Alex quirked an eyebrow and then watched as she reached between her legs with one hand and slid her fingers through the lips of her pussy. When they were covered with warm, glistening liquid, she slid them over the crown of his cock.
Alex made a low humming sound in his throat and shifted his hips.
“Can
you feel how ready I am for you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Stay warm while I’m gone.”
Alex laughed husky and low. “Honey, for you my flame burns eternally.
Caro slid off him and found a condom. She climbed back on the bed, straddled his waist once again, opened the condom and covered him with a flourish. She grinned down at him, reveling in the lush green need in his eyes.
“You can use your hands now.”
He grinned back and his hands sprang to life. They slid up the curves of her hips and up over her breasts. His fingers stopped to circle and press her nipples and then came down to the tender area where her inner thighs met her torso. She closed her eyes as he stroked the crease there gently with his thumbs, coaxing her to open even wider.
“So, so beautiful,” he whispered. The strong pads of his thumbs rubbed up through the hair covering her mons and then down to press the flesh above her clitoris. She opened her eyes.
“Mmm. No. No more there. I want to come with you inside.”
“As she wishes,” whispered Alex. She got up on her knees, hovering over his cock. She clasped his length with one hand and then stroked herself with the wide bulb of his crown…once, twice. She held it at her entrance, reveling in the moment when his flesh first separated hers.
Blood zipped to her tattoo, the sensitive flesh begging to be licked, sucked, pierced and plundered. Oh God, she wanted it almost more than she wanted the burning cock in her hands.
She looked down into his eyes and whispered hoarsely, “No feeding.”
Alex’s eyes silvered for a split second then he thrust his hips up a fraction and said, “This will be enough…” His eyes closed and his lips quivered over flashing teeth. “For now.”
She sank down with a moan, impaling herself to the hilt on his straining cock.
Oh, he filled her so sweetly. She reached her fingers down to grasp the root of his shaft, stroking the place where they joined together. His fingers covered hers and she knew he wanted to feel what she was feeling, absorb the essence of their connection. They stroked together before he moved her fingers up over her mons, then back down to her clit.
“Show me,” he whispered. “Show me how you want me to touch you.”
She took his index and middle fingers and brought them to the hood of her clit, first sliding them up and down and then pressing them hard against it. She clasped his other hand and brought it up to her breast, showing him the tugging, whorling motion she was aching for.
She closed her eyes and quickened the movement of her hips. Rotating, gyrating, sliding up and down along the length of his cock. She wanted to fill herself with hard, fast sensation. No pondering the significance of the act. No wondering about how she’d feel when it was over.
Alex groaned. His fingers increased their pressure on her clit as she rode him harder. Her breathing became raspier, shallower as her pleasure heightened. Shifting her knees to press against him more tightly, she bent forward, the tips of her hair brushing across his chest. She took his hand from her pussy and placed it on her other breast. She covered his hands with her own and gasped incoherent pleas, encouraging him to pinch, tug, take.
She cried out his name as the climax began to crest, grinding her hips against his, aching to feel more of his hard flesh. She wanted to weep when release sent her over the precipice, crashing into sweet oblivion where there were no thoughts, no regrets, just pure sensation.
She dropped her head to his shoulder as she began to drift, her pussy quaking with tiny aftershocks around his still-stiff cock, his hands stroking her hair, smoothing it down her back and then languorously stroking her buttocks. She concentrated on breathing.
Her first semi-rational thought was that something that felt this good couldn’t possibly be bad. Hmm. Wasn’t that a song or something? She drifted a moment longer and then propped herself up on his chest.
His face was a stunning picture of suppressed passion—eyes closed, lips rigid, cheeks flushed.
Smoothing the dark hair curling on his moist temples, she kissed his lips gently. “My, what a patient boy you’re being.”
“Mmm,” he grunted.
She wiggled her hips against his, feeling the thickness of his cock surge against her cushioning flesh.
He didn’t move. She wiggled again. Still nothing. “What is this?” she asked. “A new meditation technique?”
His lips twisted and then he smiled, opening one eye to look at her. “Kind of.” His voice was a whispery rasp. “I’m thinking deep thoughts.”
She smiled back. “About what?”
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“Well, yeah,” she said impatiently. She pinched his arm.
He grabbed her ass, holding it hard against him for a moment. “If you’d let me feed from you, you wouldn’t have to ask what I’m thinking.”
She shook her head slowly, knowing she could never make that connection with Alex again, could never become one with his mind. He was too powerful, too unpredictable, too untrustworthy. She couldn’t risk losing herself. She didn’t want or need his mastery anymore.
Ah, hell. She didn’t want to feel this sadness right now. She’d wanted to savor their connection for just a few more moments. “Alex, I can’t—”
He pressed a fingertip to her lips, his eyes blazing with arousal and tenderness. “I’m thinking about how, now that I’m inside you, I feel like I’ve come home. I’m thinking about how much I’ve missed you. I’m thinking about how I still love you even after all this time.”
A wave of emotion tore through her, leaving a lump in her throat and an achy pain in her solar plexus. She bit her lip and pressed her face into his shoulder. “Damn you, Alex. I hate it when you say stuff like that.”
“You wanted to know,” he reminded her unhelpfully.
“It hurts.”
“Even if it’s true?” He smoothed a lock of her hair back over her ear.
“Especially if it’s true. That’s why it hurts so much.”
“Ah, princess. I know you don’t trust me—so let me just show you my love one more time.”
He grasped her shoulders and gently rolled her onto her back. She felt a tear seep from the edge of one her lids. He kissed it away and then moved his lips over hers, caressing her lower lip with his tongue until she opened and let him in for a deep, achingly tender kiss.
His hands were under her buttocks, shifting and tipping as he thrust his cock into her more deeply, adjusting to the new position. He smoothed his fingers down her thighs, coaxing her knees to grasp his waist.
She held on tight everywhere. Hanging on to his shoulders, his thick waves of hair, grasping and releasing with her fingers as she drowned in his kisses.
Alex gave a low moan as he began to thrust into her more forcefully, rocking her body with a pulsing rhythm. His hands sought hers and he laced their fingers together, extending their arms against the cool sheets, plunging his cock forward and out, again and again. “Open your eyes, princess,” he coaxed breathlessly against her lips. “I want you to look into my eyes when I come.”
“Oh God, Alex…” A swell of fresh arousal strummed through her body. His eyes were glowing with emotion and sensuality, the lids heavy, the beautiful silver-shot green of the irises almost totally eclipsed by the black of his pupils. A shock of hair had fallen across his forehead, his expression was harsh but strangely beautiful as he grimaced and tightened his lips, his right canine drawing a drop of carmine-colored blood. His body convulsed and then surged forward.
She quivered and keened as she came, rejoicing in the feel of her tightness fisting him, her wetness easing his way. He pressed his forehead to hers and gripped her fingers still more tightly as he ground his cock wildly against her clasping pussy, milking their orgasms for every drop of pleasure.
“I love you, I love you, love, love, love…” He whispered in rhythm to the now-slowing motion of his hips. He released one of her hands and brought his own down between their
bodies, quickly bringing her to another wrenching climax as he surged slowly against her.
They lay there motionless for several moments, the harsh sounds of their breathing slowly becoming quieter. Her eyes were damp. Alex gently kissed the tears away as he pulled himself out of her limp body. He eased onto his back, carefully keeping hold of her hand. As he snuggled her up against his length, she pressed her head to the spot where his neck met his shoulder.
A phone began to ring from somewhere in the room.
He laughed softly. “Well at least they waited until we were finished.”
She nuzzled her face into his neck. “Don’t answer it.”
“It’s probably Len or Jack wanting to know where we are.”
Sighing, she sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, wincing as they snagged in a nest of tangles. “Like they haven’t guessed.”
Alex swung his feet to the side of the bed and grabbed the phone out of his pants. “Let me see who it is…ah, yes. It’s Jack.” He looked over at her and quirked an eyebrow.
She shrugged. “Go ahead if you want.” Reality would suck no matter when it reared its ugly head. She’d already begun to mentally kick herself for her weakness, her need, her unkept promises to herself.
Alex pressed a button and put the phone to his ear. “Hey, what’s up?”
Not interested in the conversation, Caro stood gingerly and made her way into the bathroom. She avoided looking in the mirror, not wanting to see her face. Adjusting the jets so they would blast the hottest water she could stand, she quickly stepped into the stall and closed her eyes as the water beat against her face.
She was still standing there when Alex came in a few minutes later. He opened the door to the stall and stepped in.
“I don’t think I want any company.” She turned to face him and then tipped her head back to let the upper jets pulse against her scalp.
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