When he had set her down on the bed, her nerves began to get the better of her. “It’s been awhile. I hope I don’t disappoint—”
He placed a finger over her lips. “It’s been a while for me too. Quite a while. Twenty-six years to be exact.”
“So, you haven’t been with anyone since your wife died?”
He nodded.
“Well, I hear it’s like riding a bike.”
He chuckled and brushed a lock of hair away from her face. “Hang on then, it might be a bumpy ride.”
It was Morgaine’s turn to laugh.
Sly didn’t waste the opportunity and dove for her open mouth. She had never kissed a vampire before and wondered if his fangs would come out. A second later, she didn’t care if they did.
Their tongues met as if magnetized. He slanted his mouth over hers and their lips fused. His hand found her breast and fondled.
Dear Lord and Lady, my vaginal muscles are clenching.
More long forgotten feelings invaded her abdomen. Something fluttered around her heart chakra. Warmth flared. If she was over forty or forty-five, she might think she was having a hot flash. Nope, she was only thirty. Funny how a chilly vampire could generate so much heat.
She pulled in a ragged breath.
His head raised and his lips brushed over her temple, her cheek and found her mouth again. Morgaine wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his. Sly’s embrace was strong, but it only made Morgaine feel safer. He deepened the kiss. Everything else fled to the far recesses of her mind.
His tongue swept over hers creating a jolt of excitement in her core. They’d both been celibate far too long. Morgaine needed him…inside her. Needed to feel his strength plunging into her.
The passion he had sparked burned hotter. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and ground her pelvis into him.
Sly broke the kiss and groaned. He stared into her eyes. “I want you.” His voice rasped, adding to her arousal. The possessive look in his deep brown eyes fueled her lust as much as his words did.
“Take me.” Her hands slid over the hard wall of his chest. “I want you too.”
His eyes darkened and almost glowed. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
Her inhibitions started to melt away, replaced by a sense of safe exploration. The hand she had placed against his chest descended. Her fingers slid over his rippled abs through his thin shirt. Hunger overtook her. A raw, desperate need stole her breath as she came upon his hip bone. Her heart pounded, but she slid her hand inward to where their bodies met. At last, she gripped his hard shaft through his pants and squeezed. He let out a low growl. There couldn’t be any doubt about what she meant.
Sharp waves of desire caused her womb to throb. Her nipples tightened behind the cups of her lace bra.
When she spoke, her voice sounded low and throaty—seductive even to her own ears. “Take me, Sly. I need you to tear my clothes off and fuck me. Like you can’t wait another moment. Likewecan’t wait—because I can’t.”
His eyes blazed with an internal fire that seemed to heat his skin. Or perhaps he had just absorbed enough of her intense heat that he was radiating it back to her.
Without breaking eye contact, he gripped the top of her blouse. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me. I want you to tear off my clothes and take me. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
He groaned. His fingers curled around and gathered a handful of cloth just above her breasts. With one quick yank, he ripped the line of buttons open, sending them flying and plinking in all directions. They both kicked off their shoes and let them plop on the floor.
His hand cupped her breast and squeezed, then he teased the nipple through the rough fabric of her bra with his thumb. When he leaned over and pulled the nipple into his mouth to suck, Morgaine’s head fell back, and she moaned. The blissfulsensations bordered on agony. She thought she might come right then and there.
His sharp fang hooked through the lace and tore, freeing her breast. Her sharp intake of breath made him hesitate.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
At last, he seized the fabric between them and tore it loose. He descended on one breast, then the other, hungrily suckling each one. He was careful his fangs did no more than graze her skin. This is exactly what she wanted…what she’d pictured when she allowed herself to have fantasies of Sly making love to her.
“Touch me everywhere,” she rasped.
