I allowed my hand to slide up the soft fabric of his jeans, watching as his hardened length pushed up almost incessantly against the fabric. Teasing my finger across his girth, I could feel the length of him, hard and ready for whatever we planned to do, and a giddy tremor slid down my spine. Being with a vampire had never been at the top of my list but as I stroked him, I couldn’t help the excitement that coursed through me.
He leaned back on the couch, stretching his arms across the top as a groan tumbled from his lips. His eyes were closed but I could still tell he was aware of every move I made as I trailed my hands over his strong chest. My touches were exploratory, as if testing out his responses, trying to gain the right reactions from him. But when I dipped my hand into his jeans to pull at the bottom of his shirt, his hands caught mine in a grip that bordered on painful.
I winced at the contact and he loosened his grip just enough, so it no longer hurt but not enough for me to snatch my hands away. His crimson eyes pierced me with a look that was suspicion and lust rolled all into one and I didn’t know how to react to that. I could see the wheels turning in his head before he let go of my hands.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice thick with the same need I felt coursing through me.
I leaned forward, raking my nails over the fabric of his shirt. No amount of words could explain the fascination at his reactions to my touch, the way his muscles rippled and bunched beneath my fingertips and the way his breath hitched.
“I’m not sure,” I responded.
“If you’re not sure that you want this…”
I shook my head. That wasn’t what I meant, but he seemed to tense up as if waiting for me to pull the plug.
The action wasn’t lost on me and I couldn’t help but think maybe I was making him uncomfortable, which should have been silly considering he was part of the Notorious Trio, the three vampires who ran the motorcycle club and the deadliest amongst them. I’d chosen Devon because he was the least dangerous of the three, at least that’s what I’d been told but that didn’t make this any safer. He was still a vampire, far faster and stronger than anything I could ever become, even with the right training, and it would mean nothing to him to terminate my life once he realized I’d deceived him.
A tremor worked its way across my chest and I could feel the muscles there tightening. I was playing a dangerous game, and as electrifying as it was, it was equally terrifying. But I knew I’d already gone too far to give up now, especially with the freakishly handsome Devon sitting beside me, his gaze heated but wary.
His questioning gaze brought me from my thoughts and I scrambled to come up with something, anything that would put the vampire at ease.
“I guess I’m more nervous than I thought I’d be,” I said with a shrug.
As if those words clicked to him, He stood from his seat and was gone before my eyes had time to process what happened. Moments later, the lights were dimmed, and he stood before me with a couple drinks in his hand. Handing me one, I took a sip from it, realizing it was the same thing I’d drank earlier that night. Had he really had time to go down to the bar and grab me another drink? He’d only been gone a few moments, but I had no doubt that’s exactly what he did. Vampires were fast. I’d always known it but seeing it up close was still a shock to the system.
What came as more of a shock was when I’d noticed he hadn’t dimmed the lights. Instead, light flickered from candles he’d placed around us, shedding a warm orange glow on everything it touched. Was he trying to set a mood? I wasn’t sure, but I had to admit, I did feel a lot more comfortable. A lot more controlled. I took another sip from my glass, allowing the liquid courage to sear a molten path through me and stood to take his hand. He zipped away from me for a moment before he was right back in front of me, reaching me before the music did.
Again, shock filled me when I realized he’d been trying to set a mood. Even more so when he plucked my glass from my hand, sitting it on the coffee table beside the couch before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close.
“Would you care to dance?” he purred against my ear and began swaying our bodies to the beat of the music before I could answer.
I rested my cheek against his chest, listening for the sound of his heartbeat before frowning. There was no heartbeat but I could still feel him moving with me, pulling me closer so our bodies molded together.
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