Then they were. The tablecloth towel dropped to the floor with a muffled sigh, and his bare, cool hand slid between her thighs and stroked. Unhurriedly. Patiently. Spreading her slickness and gliding through the heat he’d created. He pressed a long finger inside her, and her body squeezed it as he explored and caressed all the hidden spots that made her breath hitch.
“Max,” she whispered as he bent his head and scraped a trail of fire along her throat. “This feels amazing. But I can’t…”
Finally, finally, he concentrated his touch where she most wanted it. Where she could get what she needed to end this gorgeous, agonizing ache. His fingertips drifted over her clit, testing whether she liked direct pressure or—yes. Oh yes.
“There you are,” he said against her jaw. “Give it to me, Edie.”
He toyed with her. Lavished her with slick friction and slowly, inexorably rubbed.
Her orgasm hit her like a punch, the pleasure so sharp it neared pain. Burying her mouth against his shoulder to muffle her long, low moan, she gathered two fistfuls of leather and held on to him as she convulsed against his talented fingers and forgot everything but how fuckinggoodthey felt, how fucking goodshefelt.
When her knees began to buckle, he quickly covered the couch with a tablecloth and lowered her onto the cushions, following her down and claiming her mouth as he worked every last quiver of pleasure from her swollen flesh.
She kissed him back lazily, luxuriating in the aftermath of the best climax she’d had in years. Maybe ever.
Chad. FreakingChad. Who knew?
When she finally slumped onto the sofa, limp and sated beneath him, he braced himself on an elbow and raised his head to study her face. The curve of his mouth was a tad smug, but his blue eyes were solemn.
She smiled at him. “That was awesome. Let’s do it again sometime. About five minutes from now should be fine. But you’ll have to make it quick, since I need a nap.”
“Human…” His chin dropped to his chest, and he snorted. “Let’s put you in dry clothing and go back to the SUV. I found duct tape, so we can cover the holes in my windshield. If we swaddle you in tablecloths and set the heater to max, we should be able to get you warm. You can nap while I drive.”
“I feel pretty toasty right now, even without a heated seat.” She wiggled her toes, which had prickled back to life around the time he’d located her clitoris. “Good work, vampire boy.”
His irritated scowl at the nickname wasn’t especially convincing, since he was kind of preening in self-satisfaction at the same time. “Don’t call me that.”
“Or…what?” she asked interestedly.
“Or…” He paused. “Or…”
Just as she’d thought. “Don’t bother with threats. I won’t believe them.”
His jaw twitched in frustrated exasperation, even as his fingertips lightly skimmed her hip and paused over a bruise there. He covered the darkening blotch with his palm, frowning. “You shouldn’t trust me.”
“Whatever.” She waved that off. “I know we have to get moving again so we can report the breach. But I need to be alert towatch your back, and I genuinely don’t think I can stay functional without at least a short nap. Just let me rest here for a few minutes, Max. Please.”
“But you’re still chilled, Edie.” His free hand chafed her upper arm, coaxing warmth back into her skin, and she wanted to purr and stretch beneath his touch like a contented cat.
“I’m warm enough for a quick snooze. And if I get too cold, I bet you could find some way to heat me up again.” She waggled her brows. “If you know what I mean.”
He simply looked at her.
She waggled some more. “And I think you do.”
As he fought a smile, his austere expression contorted slightly.
“Or…” Lifting her butt from the couch, she rubbed up against him, doing her best to ignore the damp chill of soaked denim. “Since your erection is currently trying to bore a hole in my thigh, I could take you in hand and—wait. I keep forgetting to ask: Howdovampires get erections, anyway? I would have thought there’d be blood flow issues.”
His nascent smile withered into a scowl. “Vampires aren’tdead, human. Our blood flows perfectly well. Just because it’s cooler than yours and circulates more slowly doesn’t mean we can’t—”
“Okay, okay.” She raised a hand in surrender, then slid it slowly down his chest, all the way to the snap of those formfitting, waterlogged jeans. “Forget I asked. Anyway, since we’ve established that your erections are chilly and sluggish but serviceable, why don’t I—”
Her voice faltered as he let her feel the full weight of him, the strength, pressing her down into their makeshift bed and settling between her legs, cool and hard and ruthless.
He might be wet, but that was fine. So was she.
“Ma biteis far more thanserviceable. But I want more than a few stolen minutes, fucking you with one eye on the door.” His hips rolled, and her head fell back onto the cushion. “I’ll have you. And when I do, I intend to give you my full attention.”
