Unable to stop herself, she rose onto hertoes, slid her arms around his neck, and ground against hiserection. The motion caused more pleasure to spiral through her asit stoked her passion. He released a sound that had hercontemplating tearing off her pants as her nipples hardened and awetness spread between her legs.
When Aiden slid his tongue over her lips,they parted to let it slip inside. A feeling of calm spread overhim again as he ran his tongue over the sweet hollows and contoursof her mouth. He’d only meant to check on her, to make sure she wasokay, but when he’d seen her, he’d been unable to resist the lureof her.
He’d expected her to push him away, to leavethe room or order him out. He hadn’t expected her to drape her armsaround his neck and draw him closer. He hadn’t expected her torespond to him as enthusiastically as he did her, and now hecouldn’t let her go. Lifting her, he settled her ass onto therestroom sink so he could nestle his rigid cock between herthighs.
Her fingers dug into his nape; she pulledhim closer as her body arched toward him. Sliding his hand towardher breasts, he was about to cup one of them when hingessqueaked.
Maggie didn’t have time to process whatcaused the squeak before the kiss ended, she was abruptly liftedoff the sink, and set down behind Aiden. She blinked as she triedto figure out what happened. One second, she’d been in alust-filled haze. The next, she was staring at Aiden’s broad, stillhealing back.
“Oh,” a voice squeaked. Maggie peered aroundAiden to the woman standing in the doorway. The woman blushedprettily, put her hand over her mouth, and giggled. “There arerooms in the back for that.”
“Get. Out,” Aiden commanded in a voice thatmade the hair on Maggie’s arms rise.
The woman’s smile vanished, and she duckedaway. Maggie tugged at her shirt, buttoning it over her tank againas she tried to hide the blush creeping through her cheeks. Neverin her life had she considered sex in a public place, especiallynot the bathroom of a funky vampire club with a virtual stranger,but if that woman hadn’t walked in, she didn’t know what would havehappened between her and Aiden.
Scratch that, shedidknow; that wasthe problem. This man was a killer, he was a vampire, she didn’tknow him from Adam, and she’d been about to screw him in thisgerm-ridden room.What is wrong with me? Get ittogether!
She straightened her shoulders, smoothedback her hair, and stepped out from behind his back. She dodged hishand when he reached for her and hurried toward the door.“Maggie—”
“I want another drink,” she interrupted.
“I’d like to clean up. Please wait for me inhere.”
The please made her stop at the door, butshe didn’t look at him again. When the water turned on, she glancedback to make sure he was distracted before slipping out thedoor.
CHAPTER 17
Maggie slid onto the barstool she’d vacatedand held up two fingers to Zeke. He brought down two more glassesof whiskey and set one in front of the place where Aiden had stood.Zeke removed Aiden’s empty glass with its remnants of blood at thebottom. She drank her whiskey before grabbing Aiden’s glass.
“You sure can handle a lot of whiskey,” Zekeremarked.
“High tolerance.” It was something she’dalways had. It would take another five drinks before she’d start tofeel the warmth of a buzz and the whole bottle to get her drunk,but even then, she’d still walk and talk mostly normal.
“Hmm.” Zeke’s eyes roamed over her. When shenarrowed her eyes at him and drew her glass forward as if she weregoing to hit him with it, he chuckled. “You’re a beautiful woman,but I much prefer the company you’re keeping to you. Nooffense.”
Maggie relaxed and chuckled. “None taken.You can have him.”
“If only,” Zeke sighed. “I’ve never seen himcome in here with a woman before.”
Maggie frowned at him, uncertain of how toreply or why he’d revealed that to her, but she sensed he wastrying to tell her something as his warm, golden-brown eyes heldhers.
“Can I get you something else?” he askedafter a minute.
“A bottle of Sam, please,” she said. She’dlove to keep chugging whiskey down, she’d welcome the oblivionbeing drunk would bring her, but losing her wits would be ahorrible idea. “And a water.”
“You got it,” Zeke tapped the bar with hishand and turned away from her.
At the end of the bar, a woman waved herhand at Zeke and shouted for two red delights. Now that it wasgetting later, the place was starting to pick up. Zeke walked overto one of the jugs and poured the woman’s drink while Maggie sippedat her whiskey.
Turning on her stool, she studied the otheroccupants in the bar. Two men were slipping past one of the metaldoors together. They must be going to the rooms the woman whowalked into the bathroom mentioned. Maggie’s neck flushed with thereminder of what nearly occurred in the bathroom and what thatwoman had interrupted.
Taking another sip of whiskey, she ponderedif vampires carried diseases. She’d seen the way Aiden healed;would their bodies fight off disease in the same way they foughtoff death? It would be fascinating to study them to find out.
The more she watched those in the bar, themore she could differentiate between the humans and vampires, or atleast she believed she could. The vampires held themselves in aconfident way no human, not even the most gorgeous supermodel,could match. The humans fawned like a puppy lapping up theattention of its owner. The people laughed; the vampires placatedwith smug smiles.
Appearance-wise, the vampires all lookedhuman, but they couldn’t completely disguise they were on the hunt.There was something about them that reminded her of a cheetahstalking the hapless gazelle.
Maggie smiled at Zeke when he returned toset her beer and water in front of her. “Thanks.”
