Vampire in Geek's Clothing (Psy-Vamp Book 6)

by Cassandra Lawson

  “So, you want to punish me like some naughty child,” she sputtered, sounding seriously pissed.

  When they were at a stoplight, Isaiah turned so she could see his eyes when he replied. “At first, that’s what it seemed like. Then I got to thinking about how hot it would be to see your ass wiggling around while I spank you, and now, what I want has nothing to do with punishing you.”

  Nikki’s sexy mouth formed a silent ‘O’ as she stared back at him. The light changed so Isaiah returned his attention to the road before speaking again.

  “Have you ever been spanked?” he asked.

  “No!” she quickly responded.

  “Do you want me to spank you? I’ve never actually considered spanking a woman before,” he admitted. “That’s more my brother’s style, and I’m pretty sure I should read up on it first so I do it right. Do you think there’s an instruction book for this sort of thing?”

  Nikki laughed. It was a little strained, but Isaiah sensed she was starting to relax with him. “This is the strangest conversation I’ve ever had.”

  “What do you usually talk about when a guy takes you back to your place?” he asked.

  “I don’t date or sleep around,” she admitted.

  “Are you a virgin?” The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind until that moment. He knew there were women who saved their virginity for marriage, even if that wasn’t as common as it had been in the past.

  “No,” she told him. “I’m not a virgin, but I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. Things are complicated in my life, and I don’t have time for dating or sex.”

  “Is it an ex-boyfriend who’s threatening you?” he asked.

  When Nikki didn’t answer, he figured they weren’t getting any further with this line of questioning. Isaiah decided to move away from the topic of the danger she was in for a little while. “You never answered my question earlier.”

  “Which one?” she asked.

  “I was referring to when I asked if you wanted me to spank you. Would you like that?”

  “Since thinking about it is turning me on, I guess I would,” she responded hesitantly, before adding. “Probably. I mean, I’m not sure.”

  “Then I guess we’ll have to find out together if we like it,” he rasped out. “Not tonight. Tonight, I want you too much for games.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  After their spanking conversation, the rest of the ride back to her place had been pretty quiet, which meant more time thinking about sex. She should have been thinking of a way to reassure Isaiah that she wasn’t in any danger, not all the things she wanted Isaiah to do to her and all the things she wanted to do to Isaiah. Then her mind had wandered to more dangerous territory when she’d realized that the reason she’d gone out to stop Isaiah from making a huge mistake tonight had nothing to do with her attraction to him and everything to do with the fact that she genuinely cared about him. After parking in her carport, he walked around to open the door for her. Her intention had been to open the door herself, but she’d sat there frozen in place, trying to figure out how she’d come to care so much about a near stranger in such a short time.

  She honestly loved the fact that Isaiah lived in his own world where he didn’t always remember social rules and asked things others wouldn’t. She was still having trouble believing their spanking discussion and his decision to research it. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d also told her his brother was into spanking. It’s not that she was so prudish that she didn’t realize these types of conversations happened, but they didn’t happen with her, and she was pretty sure Isaiah didn’t normally have them with women.

  Neither of them spoke as they walked up the stairs to her apartment. While Isaiah had said he wanted to talk, something told her that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. The sexual tension was so thick, she imagined she could feel Isaiah’s arousal. This might be the only opportunity she got to be with Isaiah, and she didn’t want to let it slip through her fingers.

  Eventually, he would insist that they talk about the danger she was in, but there was no way she could share the truth without revealing what she really was. Even if she decided to give it a shot and tell him what she was and why her life choices had forced her to run from everything she knew, he’d end up thinking she was crazy. That’s why her kind didn’t get involved with humans, and why she felt so lonely being cut off from her people, even if it had been her choice to leave that life behind.

  With shaky hands, she opened the front door and walked in ahead of Isaiah.

  Isaiah set his laptop bag on her coffee table and then reached up to adjust the glasses he no longer wore. “As much as I hate it, we need to talk about a few things before we go any further. I don’t even know where we should start,” he admitted. “I guess the first thing I need you to understand is that I can’t have you telling people who I am just yet. This job isn’t over. If I’d managed to get in tonight, I could have written up my report and been done with the whole thing.”

  “Would you have stopped coming to the coffee shop if you’d finished the job tonight?” she asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer.

  “That’s what I was supposed to do. Then again, I haven’t done what I was supposed to do since I met you. Your shop wasn’t the best place for me to work because it was hard to blend in there,” he explained. “There are a million reasons I shouldn’t get involved with you in any way, but I’m still here.”

  That was it. She’d tried hard to stay away from him, but Isaiah was too much temptation, and she’d been alone for too long. Even knowing she couldn’t commit to him anymore than he could apparently commit to her, she still wanted this short time with him. “Kiss me,” she commanded, moving forward to press her palms against his chest.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, and she knew he wasn’t asking about the kiss. They both knew where a kiss would lead.

  “I want you,” she breathed out, knowing it was a mistake she couldn’t resist making.

  “I’m still on edge,” he warned, backing her up toward the wall of her living room. “This isn’t going to be some sweet lovemaking. Don’t get me wrong. I have every intention of worshipping every inch of your body, but this time, I need to fuck you.”

  Phoenix moaned when her back pressed against the wall. Isaiah put a hand on either side of her face, caging her in. His erection pulsed behind the fabric of his jeans, and she wished he’d bend his knees enough to rub the hard length of his cock against her clit.

  “Tell me you want this,” he ordered.

  “I want it,” she assured him.

  Isaiah pulled back and looked around before taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom. His eyes widened when they landed on the box of condoms.

  “Did you buy those for me?” he asked.

  She nodded and licked her lips.

  “Only a dozen?” he asked, which made her laugh.

  “Are you telling me that won’t be enough for one night?” she asked.

  “Considering how much I want you, it might not,” he admitted before claiming her mouth and ending all conversation.

  Phoenix tugged at Isaiah’s shirt, and he released her mouth just long enough for her to slip his shirt over his head and toss it across the room. Then his mouth was on hers again. One of his hands slipped under her shirt, grazing her achingly hard nipple through the fabric of her bra.

  “Take it off,” he ordered against her lips, and she was more than happy to obey. After she tossed her shirt on the floor, he shook his head. “The bra, too. I’ve waited long enough to see your breasts.”

  Reaching behind her to the clasp, she undid her bra, and let it fall to the floor.

  “Gorgeous,” Isaiah murmured, leaning forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth and suckle it.

  “Harder,” she pleaded, gripping his hair.

  Isaiah bit down gently on her nipple, and she moaned at the erotic sensation, which seemed to encourage him. His mouth alternated between nipples—licking,
sucking, and biting each one. She was so caught up in the sensation of his mouth on her breasts that she hadn’t noticed him unbuttoning her pants until she felt them and her underwear being pushed down.

  Isaiah released her breasts to shove her pants the rest of the way down before letting out a frustrated growl when he realized her shoes were still on. Phoenix sat on the edge of the bed and removed them while Isaiah stripped out of his remaining clothes. When she looked up, his erection was right in front of her face.

  Her mouth formed a silent ‘O’ at the site of him.

  Isaiah chuckled. “I hope that means you’re happy with what you see.”

  Licking her lips, she nodded.

  “Get those pants off, now,” he said urgently before reaching out to tear open the condom box and grab one of the packets.

  Phoenix kicked out of her pants and panties while Isaiah rolled on the condom. When she started to scoot back onto the bed, he caught her thighs and lifted until she flopped back onto the bed with her backside on the very edge.

  Bending his knees, Isaiah positioned the head of his dick at her entrance and then watched as he sank into her body.

  “You’re so tight,” he moaned, as he buried himself to the hilt in her.

  Sucking in a sharp breath, she wiggled against him, needing him to move at the same time as it felt like she was too full. “Isaiah.” His name came out with a needy whimper.

  With one hand, he reached forward to stroke her clit until she was panting and wiggling against him. The rough calluses on the tip of his finger added to her pleasure, making her even more crazed with need. That’s when he started moving inside of her. His finger stopped stroking her clit, and he replaced it with his palm, putting delicious pressure on her clit as he thrust into her body.

  “Oh, Isaiah,” she moaned.

  “You feel incredible, sweetheart,” he panted out as he slid in and out of her body with deliberate strokes.

  Phoenix wanted him to move faster, but her mind didn’t seem to be functioning enough to form more than unintelligible moans and whimpers. Her body tightened around him, struggling to reach her climax, which was just out of reach.

  Isaiah cursed softly and slowed his movements even more. “You’re going to make me lose control,” he warned with ragged breaths.

  “Please,” she finally managed to say, hoping he’d understand what that one word meant.

  “Not yet,” he told her, and she might have believed he wasn’t as affected as her were it not for the tightness in his jaw. “I want to enjoy you longer, but I’ll take care of you.”

  Moving his hand from her clit, he licked two of his fingers, making her whimper because she was now imagining his tongue stroking her achingly aroused flesh. His wet fingers moved to stroke her clit while he rolled his hips slowly against her, barely moving inside of her body.

  Isaiah’s gaze was locked on her face, taking her reactions as cues on how to touch her. When his fingers began to strum from side to side as his slow thrusts became more forceful, Phoenix found herself arching off the bed to try to get closer. Her hands clawed at the sheets. Eyes closed tightly, she screamed and rode out the waves of her climax. Isaiah’s fingers gentled, bringing her down from the edge while making her crave more of his touch.

  When her eyes opened, she found him still watching her, and her cheeks heated.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Isaiah murmured before he started moving inside of her body again.

  Surprisingly, Phoenix was already close to her next orgasm. This time, there was nothing tentative or slow about Isaiah’s movements. Sliding his hands under her ass to lift her slightly off the bed, he thrust into her, making her insides quiver.

  Phoenix screamed again when her second orgasm hit. Isaiah groaned as she spasmed around his dick. His movements became almost frantic, and she knew he was close to the edge. This time, she studied his face, loving the determined set of his jaw and the way he watched their joined bodies with hooded eyes.

  When Isaiah finally found his own release, his grip on her ass tightened as his dick twitched inside of her.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Isaiah was pretty sure his legs were going to give out on him after his intense orgasm. The uninhibited way Nikki had given herself to him was hotter than anything he’d ever experienced. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her body and disposed of the condom while Nikki lay there with her legs dangling over the edge of the bed.

  “Wow!” she said with a smile, making him laugh.

  “I couldn’t have said it better myself,” he told her. “Those sexy sounds you were making made it hard for me to last as long as I did.”

  “Should I be quieter next time?” she asked with a teasing grin.

  “No,” he answered quickly before shifting her back onto the bed and sliding in beside her. “I have never heard anything that hot in my entire life, and if you give me a few minutes to recover, I have every intention of making you scream again.”

  “That soon?” she asked.

  Looking down, he was already half-hard.

  “Wow!” she said again when she followed his gaze.

  “You say that a lot,” he told her. “We may need to work on your vocabulary.”

  “Why? Am I boring you already?” She gave him a playful pout.

  “I’m pretty sure that’s not possible,” he assured her. “Let’s make a deal.”

  “What kind of deal?” she asked, and he could see her guard going up as if she expected it to have to do with her secrets.

  “For the rest of the night, no more talk about secrets or any danger to you,” he began, before adding, “That is, unless you want to tell me. Otherwise, let’s just spend the night enjoying each other’s bodies in every way imaginable.”

  “No spanking,” she told him.

  He almost laughed when she said that because it was so out of the blue. “I thought you wanted to try that.”

  “I do,” she admitted without a hint of shyness. “These walls are paper thin, so I’m sure we’ve already given my neighbors enough to talk about. I’m not sure I could face them again if they heard you spanking me.”

  “Then I guess you’d better behave,” he teased, pulling her on top of him.

  “Behave?” she asked with a sexy grin. “I’m not sure I know how to behave around you.”

  “You could start by riding me until we both come,” he suggested, lifting his hips so she’d know he was ready again.

  “I think I can handle that,” Nikki said with a smile.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Isaiah’s eyes were itching like crazy when he woke up in Nikki’s bed the next morning. He hated contact lenses, and he was glad he’d be able to ditch them soon. Normally, he wouldn’t sleep in them, but at the moment, they were just one more lie between him and Nikki. At least, this one he could come clean about, but not yet. They hadn’t talked about most of the lies both of them were telling, and he wasn’t sure they’d ever get to many of them. For now, his biggest concern was convincing Nikki she could trust him to protect her.

  Nikki’s head was resting on his chest. She hadn’t spoken, but he knew she was awake because her fingers were lightly stroking his thigh. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up with a woman in his bed, but he knew it hadn’t been in more than a decade. While he’d been with women in that time, those had been one-night stands, and he hadn’t stuck around long. Being intimate with a woman and then lying to her about everything always felt wrong, which tended to ruin any afterglow he might have felt.

  Running a finger along the tattoo of the phoenix on her hip, Isaiah was tempted to reach out and sample her energy for reasons other than needing to feed. For the first time, he wanted more; he wanted her to be one of the few women he could bring into his world. Then he realized he was hesitating because he was afraid of what he’d discover. No matter what he learned, he wasn’t sure he could walk away from Nikki.

  “What time do you need to be at work?” he asked, knowing he’d prob
ably need to drive her back to the city soon. It was just after five, and she usually opened the shop at six, meaning they’d be cutting it close. That didn’t give him much time to convince her to open up this morning.

  Before answering, Nikki rolled over to grab her phone and check her messages. “Looks like I’m off today,” she replied with a yawn before settling back onto his chest. “I wasn’t scheduled to work. I’ve been covering for someone a lot recently, and my boss finally told them to get their ass into work so I could have the day off.”

  “Good,” Isaiah said, pressing her onto her back. “That means I have time for breakfast before we get up.”

  Nikki laughed as he slid down her body. “You can’t possibly be in the mood after last night. You kept waking me up to take care of your insatiable needs.”

  “I only woke you up twice,” he pointed out. “You woke me up the other time.”

  “Are you complaining?” she asked with one raised eyebrow.

  “Never, sweetheart,” he assured her.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Phoenix watched as Isaiah’s tongue flicked her clit so lightly she barely felt it. Somehow, watching him touch her made the sensations more intense. When she tried to lift her hips to get closer, Isaiah’s hands tightened, making it impossible for her move. One thing she was quickly discovering with Isaiah was that she had a kinky side. Her hands gripped his hair, trying to press him closer.

  Pulling back, Isaiah looked thoughtful. “I think it’s time to try something new.” Climbing out of the bed, he grabbed her discarded bra from the floor and knelt on the bed beside her head, giving her a fantastic view of his fully-erect dick. “Put your hands together above your head,” he ordered, and she obeyed immediately, knowing exactly what he had in mind.

  Looping the bra through the slats in the headboard and around her wrists, he somehow managed to secure her hands above her head. The urge to tug against her restraints was irresistible, and she loved the feeling of helplessness. It was probably insane to let a man she barely knew tie her up, but Isaiah made her feel alive for the first time in longer than she could remember. What she’d been doing for the last several years had merely been surviving, not living.