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“I met him during the war. He’s a handy man to know if you want a gun that can’t be traced.”
“He’s a criminal?”
“Not exactly.”
“What exactly?”
“I guess you could say he walks a fine line. No one who ever crossed him lived to brag about it.”
“Oh.”
“Any more questions?” Rane asked, a hint of a smile in his eyes.
“No.”
Bending down, Rane kissed her on the forehead. “I’m going to rest for a few hours.”
“All right.” She placed the gun on the table, then watched him leave the room. He was going to sleep in Mara’s lair. Like a dragon. No doubt about it, Savanah mused. Her life just kept getting more and more bizarre.
Rane woke shortly after sunset. He remained where he was for a time, his arms folded under his head as his gaze roamed Mara’s lair. The room was a reflection of the woman—ancient and beautiful. The king-size bed was hung with white gauze curtains. Wrought-iron sconces held fat beeswax candles. A thick white carpet covered the floor, expensive paintings adorned the walls, several pieces of rare Egyptian art were scattered around the room. A golden tiara set with precious stones lay in a careless pile amid dozens of other pieces of jewelry on the top of an antique dresser. Each one was likely worth a small fortune. An arched doorway opened onto a large bathroom done in black and gold. The sunken tub and oval sink had gold faucets.
Mara. She had the grace and bearing of a queen. Looking at her, no one would guess she had existed for thousands of years. What was it like for her to see nations rise and fall while she stayed forever the same? He had been a Vampire for almost a hundred years. Did he have the staying power to endure for centuries? Not many Vampires did. Mortals dreamed of living forever, but he wondered how many would accept it if they knew how long forever could be. It wasn’t easy being a Vampire, watching the world change, watching those you loved age and die. Some Vampires kept to themselves, refusing to mingle with the mortal world, refusing to form attachments, preferring to endure in solitude rather than face the pain of losing those they loved over and over again.
Muttering an oath, he left Mara’s lair and headed for the upstairs bathroom.
Savanah looked up from the book she was reading when she heard the shower come on. Rane was awake. Naked. In the shower upstairs. The thought sent a shaft of heat spiraling through her.
Setting the book on the table, she hurried up the stairs to see if Rane needed someone to wash his back.
She paused in the doorway a moment, admiring his broad back, the spread of his shoulders, his tight buns and long, long legs. He really was a beautiful creature, she thought, and felt herself blush when said beautiful creature turned around.
His brows went up when he saw her standing on the other side of the shower door, staring.
“Hi,” Savanah said. “I just came to see if you, ah, needed someone to wash your back.”
“Someone as in…you?”
“I don’t see anyone else standing here, do you?”
“Not a soul,” he said with a roguish grin, and opened the door.
Nerves thrumming with anticipation, she undressed quickly.
“I was hoping for another striptease,” Rane remarked.
“Maybe next time.” She was about to step into the shower when he shook his head.
“Get rid of that first.”
Looking down, Savanah saw the silver cross resting between her br**sts. Wearing it had become such a habit, she hardly thought about it anymore.
“Oh, sorry.” Removing the crucifix, she placed it on the sink top before stepping into the shower, and into Rane’s waiting arms.
“You can shower with me anytime,” Rane murmured as he drew her closer.
Warm water sluiced over the two of them. Savanah rubbed her br**sts against his chest, wanting to be closer, loving the slick wetness of his skin against her own.
“We seem to spend a lot of time in water,” Savanah remarked.
He licked a drop from the tip of her nose. “Are you complaining?”
“Oh, no, just making an observation.”
Lowering his head, he dropped kisses along the length of her neck, along the edge of her collarbone, in the hollow of her throat where her pulse beat hot and quick.
“A taste?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“You haven’t fed yet, have you?”
“No.” His voice was almost a growl now.
“I don’t think so.”
He swore under his breath, but didn’t argue. Putting her away from him, he picked up the soap, worked up a lather in his hands, and starting at her shoulders, worked his way down.
By the time he reached her belly, she was having trouble breathing.
By the time he reached her thighs, she was a quivering mass of need.
“A taste, Savanah?”
“That’s blackmail,” she accused, but at the moment, she didn’t really care. She wanted him, wanted all of him, now, inside her.
He ran his fingertips over her belly. “I know.”
“Just one taste?” she asked. “You promise?”
He nodded.
She looked up at him, wondering if she could trust him when he was looking at her like that, when his eyes were glowing with hunger.
His fingertips caressed the outer curve of her br**sts.
“Just do it,” she said, and turned her head to the side.
His mouth was incredibly hot against her skin, the pleasure beyond words. He backed her up against the glass, then lifted her so that she was straddling his waist, his mouth still at her throat as his body melded with hers, and she didn’t care if he took one taste or twenty.
Didn’t care if he took it all…
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Savanah? Dammit, Savanah, can you hear me?”
At the sound of his voice, she opened her eyes and smiled. “I hear you.”
His breath was warm against her cheek as he muttered a string of curses.
“Why are you so angry?” she asked. “Wasn’t it good for you?”
“I thought…Dammit, I was afraid I’d taken too much.”
Carrying her out of the shower, he quickly dried her off, then carried her into the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked, drawing the quilt over her.
“I feel wonderful.”
“Of course you do,” he muttered.
“You’re not supposed to growl at me afterward,” she complained. “You’re supposed to hug me and tell me you love me.”
