“Damn, you make me crazy,” he murmured against her lips.
Crazy, that was exactly what this was. But she didn’t want to stop, and clearly, neither did he as his hand slid down her hip to hike up the hem of his shirt. His fingers, rough from playing guitar, she supposed, stroked over her bare upper thigh. The sensation was thrilling, those roughened fingertips strong and masculine, just like the rest of him.
“I want to go slow,” he whispered, but even in her haze of desire, she knew want was the operative word. Slow wasn’t going to happen for either of them. It was as if they’d finally admitted this enormous attraction and nothing was going to stop them from being together. Not even the luxury of exploring each other’s bodies. They’d take the luxury next time.
Next time. Was she even sure there would be a next time?
Stop thinking, the lust-driven side of her brain told her. Just feel. Just fuck.
Drake’s brain seemed to be telling him the same thing, because his hand slipped between her thighs, nudging her tiny lace panties aside to rub the already-wet flesh underneath. She gasped, arching against him. He growled, finding her swollen clit, circling it with his thumb as a finger slid inside her. Then another finger.
She dug her fingers into the muscles of his shoulders, angling her hips upward to afford him better access, deeper access.
“You are so hot and wet. I have to taste you,” he said, his already-raspy voice a low rumble. She made a dismayed noise as his fingers left her throbbing sex.
He smiled at the sound, that naughty grin of his making her ache even more.
“Don’t worry, love, I’ll be right back down there. Believe me.”
His talented fingers then moved to the buttons of his shirt, flicking each one open until he reached the belt she wore. It only took him moments for that to hit the floor with a muffled thud. Then he parted the shirt, exposing her to his hungry eyes.
Josie Lynn was not a thin girl. She had full, heavy breasts, a slight curve to her belly, and flared hips. And Drake looked like he wanted to gobble up every part of her.
“You are absolutely perfect,” he said, his voice, husky and worshipping.
God, she loved the look in his dark, intense eyes. She felt perfect.
He ducked his head, capturing one of her rosy nipples between his lips. He sucked and swirled his tongue around it, until again she was arching her back, demanding more. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
But he still managed to shift away to lavish attention on her other breast as his hand returned to stroke between her thighs. She cried out as her orgasm hit her, sudden and fierce like a wild summer thunderstorm. Powerful, electric. She sagged against the door, weak from the intensity of it. But Drake wasn’t about to allow her respite.
She watched in a daze of ecstasy as he slowly dropped to his knees. She registered the creak of Zelda’s plastic pants as he did so. At another time that might have made her laugh, but right now, all she could think about was that his face was level with her wet pussy.
He leaned close and breathed in as if he was savoring the scent of her juices, the action so erotic that even with her forceful release, she was instantly aroused again.
He smiled up at her as if he could instantly tell when she became ready for him again.
Then, his eyes still locked with hers, he leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue up the slit of her moist, swollen lips. Josie Lynn made a noise deep in her throat. Nothing had ever been so sensual, so utterly sexy as watching him taste her like that. He did it again, penetrating her lips deeper and again deeper still until he found her aching clit. Then all attention remained there.
Again she sank her hands into his hair, this time to steady herself, really to support herself, because her legs felt like Jell-O. He lapped and sucked until she came. Then came again.
“Oh God,” she moaned mindlessly, pinned to the door with his weight against her legs and his mouth between her thighs.
“Please,” she begged, not totally sure what she was begging for. He was already giving her more pleasure than she’d even thought possible. Yet she continued to beg. “Please.”
But he seemed to understand what she wanted, even if she didn’t, because after one final parting lick over her, he rose.
She watched again, helpless to do anything else as he stripped off his T-shirt to reveal his muscled chest smattered with just enough dark hair to make him look ridiculously manly. Then he shucked off the turquoise pants, kicking them aside.
Josie Lynn had already seen his cock, although she hadn’t allowed herself the chance to truly admire it. Now she did. He was large and thick, jutting up against his lower belly.
Even as spent as she should have been, she wanted that inside her. She wanted him to stretch and fill her.
He smiled again as if he had this amazing ability to read her thoughts. He caught one of her legs, lifting it up around his hips so he could situate himself between her thighs again. This time with his body. Then he caught her other leg and picked her up.
She gasped, startled by the action and his strength. She was petite, but not light, yet he didn’t even seem to be straining to hold her. Then he angled their hips until she could feel the head of his penis entering her.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he eased her down onto his full, hard length. Her body struggled to accommodate him, but even that was a delicious fight. Finally he was buried deep inside her and she nearly came again just from that feeling of having this gorgeous man a part of her. Filling her so completely.
He didn’t move right away, letting her grow comfortable with his girth, but then he began to lift her up and down, the unhurried friction exquisite.
“That’s it,” he soothed, “just ride me. I want to feel you tight and hot and wet all around me.”
She was helpless to do anything other than what he wanted. And she wanted it, too.
His movements became more rapid, his thrusts deeper, and soon she was crying out again. But this orgasm was the most intense of all, because Drake came at the same time, shouting out his release.
She curled around him, her head on his shoulder, her arms around his neck, her legs around his back. And she felt totally safe, totally relaxed in his strong hold. She didn’t even realize they’d moved until he eased her off himself and onto the bed.
He followed her down, but then rolled them both so she was on top, straddling him.
He looked up at her, those intense eyes of his seeming to look deep inside her, trying to understand everything about her. No man had ever looked at her that way. Like she was the most fascinating thing in the world.
She felt her heart thump in her chest and knew she could so easily get into trouble with this man. But she didn’t care. Not right now anyway. Not with him looking at her like that.
She didn’t feel any insecurities sitting above him, exposed to him, her breasts still heavy and her nipples taut from their lovemaking. She’d always been shy about her size, her build, but with him, she simply felt sexy. Desirable in every way.
He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek, the touch so tender, her breath caught.
“Why don’t you trust men?” he asked, his voice raspy and soft at the same time.
She knew she shouldn’t tell him. It was too soon to open herself up that way, but she found herself looking into those eyes of his, so dark brown they were almost black, and answering.
“I was recently involved with a man who told me he loved me. Told me he wanted us to build a life together. To get married. Then he made off with all the money I’d saved waitressing and bartending to start my catering company, which meant I had to take a loan I really can’t afford to get things up and running. And believe it or not, he isn’t the worst guy I’ve dated.” She smiled self-deprecatingly.
“Wow,” Drake said, stroking a hand down her shoulder and arm. “I can see why you’d be a little wary of guys.”
She nodded. “What about you? Why the fear of confined spaces? Of being r
estrained?”
Drake’s hand stilled on her arm.
“You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”
His fingertips, so much like his voice, both raspy and gentle, began to caress her skin again. “I, too, was involved in a few very bad relationships. Of course, several of them I brought on myself. But one—let’s just say Obsidian probably couldn’t hold a candle to her. Pain was very much her pleasure.”
Josie Lynn studied him, trying to imagine what he was implying. Had this strong, virile man been abused by a woman? Physically abused? The idea stunned and disturbed her.
“You must have loved her very much to tolerate something you didn’t like that way.”
That was the only reason she could think of as to why he’d allow any woman to apparently torture him.
He sighed. “Well, that was long ago, Cupcake.” He instantly made a face. “Sorry, I know you hate when I call you that.”
She smiled slightly, then leaned forward, her lips just millimeters from his. Her full breasts pressed against his hard chest. “Want to know a little secret?”
“Yes,” his response was a breathy growl.
“I actually like it. A lot.”
She kissed him.
*
DRAKE GROANED, LOVING her sweet lips and the weight of her full, round breasts flattened against him.
Goddamn, she was the sexiest woman he could remember ever being with. Every single thing drove him mad. Her sky-blue eyes. Her sassy smile. Those amazing breasts that he wanted to kiss and suck some more. The taste of her—everywhere, which he also wanted some more of. Her ass, her legs, but most of all, her strength and determination.
Josie Lynn was no pampered woman like those he’d dallied with when he was human. Spoiled and coddled. Nor was she like the vindictive, cruel bitch who’d made him a vampire. Giselle’s strength had come from being a vampire and it had made her a bully. She was determined, but only to torture and torment others. And he’d been her focus for a long time. But that was decades ago. And now he was lying with a sweet, giving, voluptuous woman who he knew was strong and determined because she had to be. And he wanted to help her. To take away some of that need to be so strong. He got the feeling she could use someone else to shoulder a little of her burden.
As she continued to kiss him, her lips soft and teasing, her tongue hot and wet, his cock reacted, prodding at the juncture of her spread thighs.
She lifted her head, giving him a surprised smile. “Again? Already?”
He smiled back, too. “I could make love to you all night.”
She ground her hips against him, rubbing his erection against her damp, soft core.
“I can feel that.”
She stroked against him again.
He moaned and so did she.
“Cupcake, I can go all night, but what about you? Are you sore?”
She shook her head. “I’m Cajun, baby.”
He didn’t know what that meant, but it made him chuckle, and his chuckle turned to another long moan as she slid his full length deep inside her.
Then she started to ride him, her hands on his chest, her thigh squeezing his hips, her vagina massaging him like she’d been made only for him.
“Damn,” he muttered, amazed at how she felt.
She pivoted her hips up and down, stroking his length, her gorgeous breasts bobbing with each bounce. Holy shit.
Then she stopped.
“Do you hear that?”
He frowned, dazed and disappointed she’d stopped riding him. “Hear what?”
Then he heard it, the muffled, distant sound of someone singing. How had he not heard that while she had? He was a vampire, his hearing was, well, supernatural, yet he’d been so wrapped up in enjoying Josie Lynn that he hadn’t been aware of anything else. She was like his kryptonite.
“Do you hear it?” she asked again, her hand still braced on his chest, her head tilted as she listened.
Again, singing filtered in from the other room. But it was strange, almost mechanical sounding. But gradually he recognized the song.
“Is someone singing Barry White?” Josie Lynn asked, giving him a bemused look.
He nodded. “Can’t Get Enough of Your Love, Babe.”
“That’s what I thought. Is it coming from inside the apartment?”
It was, but he didn’t want to startle her. “I’m not sure.” Then he heard something else besides the weird, dissonant singing. He heard footsteps coming down the hallway even though they were nearly silent.
Someone was coming.
He quickly pulled Josie Lynn down against him and then snagged the edge of the comforter, tugging it over them just as the door opened. Josie Lynn made a startled noise, but kept her face buried against his neck.
“I knew it,” Cort said. “When the stupid parrot starts singing Barry White, I know exactly what it means.”
“Hey,” Drake said trying to sound casual. “What’s up?”
Cort gave him a pointed look. “The question is what’s up with you? And why are you up to it in my and Katie’s bed?
“Would you believe things just—sort of happened?” Drake asked.
“Absolutely,” Cort said.
“Whoa,” Wyatt said, popping his head in the doorway over Cort’s shoulder. “Looks like you’ve been busy. Clearly not finding Saxon, but busy.”
Josie Lynn made a small noise and buried her face deeper into the curve of his neck and shoulder.
“You know what guys, why don’t you give me a minute here,” Drake said, tightening his arms around Josie Lynn in a silent effort to comfort her. She pressed even tighter against him as if she wanted to just disappear into his body. Unfortunately, the more embarrassed she got, and the tighter she pressed against him and her muscles strained, the more turned-on he got. He was still buried deep inside her, and it was taking every inch of his willpower to hold his hips still. But damn, he wanted to be pumping in and out of her soft body.
“Oh right,” Cort said, turning to leave, shooing Wyatt as he went.
The door clicked shut, and Drake hugged Josie Lynn again. “It’s okay. They’re gone.”
She lifted her head out from under the blanket and groaned with embarrassment. “I can’t believe they walked in on us.”
“Well, we are in Cort and Katie’s room,” he pointed out. “Which technically isn’t our fault. We were sort of trapped here by the bird.”
She sat up more, bracing her hands on either side of his head, her beautiful breasts so close to his lips. “That was a bird? I thought you said it was a bat.”
“Well, apparently it was a bird. A real asshole of a parrot,” he explained almost absently, his attention on her nipples, which were so pink and deliciously puckered.
“Is the parrot Saxon’s too?”
He shook his head, then caught one of her nipples in his mouth, unable to stop himself.
Josie Lynn gasped and arched her back, pressing her nipple tighter to his lips.
“Sh—shouldn’t we stop? This isn’t your room.”
“We’re already here,” he said, tracing his tongue around her distended nipple. “And Cort already knows we’re here. So …”
He drew her nipple deeper into his mouth.
She made a whimpering noise and began to move her hips.
“You are so evil,” she breathed, bobbing up and down on him, taking him hard and deep.
He smiled, even as his own breathing came in short, pleased gasps. “Not evil at all. I just know what I want. And I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
Her motion slowed, and her blue eyes held his, and he could tell instantly even through his own ecstasy, she was trying to gauge if she could trust his words.
He curled a hand around the back of her head and drew her head down to his, kissing her deeply, passionately.
“Trust me,” he said against her lips, then kissed her again. “Please trust me.”
She rose up again, then nodded, just the sligh
t movement of her head, but he knew she meant the tentative agreement, and his heart seemed to swell in his chest.
He caught her hips and increased their speed until both of them were crying out their climax. She fell limply onto him, her body so soft and warm and his.
Drake Hanover hadn’t felt this way about a woman in centuries, and he didn’t plan to let her go. She’d learn to trust him. She’d fall for him like he was already falling for her.
Chapter Fifteen
WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE
L IZETTE wasn’t sure where she was going. To her hotel, she supposed, if she knew which direction that was. She was turned around. Looking right and left, she tried to figure out which way was Bourbon Street. If she found Bourbon, she could make her way back to her hotel, where she could pack and get the hell out of this crazy city. Blind panic was causing her to lose the ability to think or focus, and she realized after changing directions twice that her phone would guide her to the hotel with its navigation app.
Digging into her handbag, she scrambled for it, making a sound of distress the second she realized Johnny had followed her out of the bar. She knew she needed to deal with him, unfortunately. She needed to question him on his knowledge of local conspiracies and dangers, and she needed to lecture him about the inappropriateness of sharing their identity with mortals. She was going to need to report that fact back to the VA.
“Lizette! Wait! Where are you going?”
She thought about unleashing her anger on him in French, the English-speaking cad, but then she realized she wanted him to be able to understand everything she was saying. “I am going to my hotel and then I am leaving. I’ll be back in Paris by tomorrow night if I can arrange it.”
“I thought you were going to stay with me.” Johnny looked confused, which either made him an idiot of epic proportions or deliberately obtuse. She was starting to think it was the former.
“I am afraid that is not possible now that I know the truth!”
“What, that I can’t speak French? I’m sorry, I should have told you sooner, but at first I kind of nodded when you used it and you took it as understanding, and then I felt totally stupid telling you the truth.”
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