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Cooper pulled Anita into his room in Wesley’s house and shut the door. They were finally alone.

“Are you sure Wes and Virginia are flying to Baltimore tonight?” Anita asked. “They were still at Samson’s house when we left.”

He grinned and pulled her into his arms. “I didn’t say they were flying to Baltimore.”

Anita’s forehead furrowed, and she looked utterly delectable. “But how then?”

“Remember when you saw Virginia disappear downstairs in the basement?”

She nodded. “Yeah, but what’s that got to do with them going to Baltimore?”

“There is a portal down there in the last room. It can only be opened by a Stealth Guardian. It’s used to teleport to other portals the Stealth Guardians maintain. It takes only a few seconds.”

“You’re kidding, right? Teleportation isn’t real.”

“It is. I’ve been in the portal before. It’s a little disorienting, but I can assure you it works just fine. Maybe I’ll ask Virginia to chauffeur us somewhere for our honeymoon.” Not that he needed to go anywhere at all, because all he wanted to do was make love to Anita all day and all night.

“I haven’t even thought about a honeymoon yet.”

“I’m not gonna rush you on that.” He brushed his lips over hers in a featherlight kiss. “But what I do want right now is to blood-bond with you. I can’t wait another moment.”

She smiled sinfully. “In that case, we shouldn’t waste time with chit-chat.”

“I like the way you think. I knew there was a reason why I love you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t love me only for my brains.”

Cooper palmed her ass and yanked her against him. “I think you’re on the right track, Deputy.”

“Actually, it’s detective now.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Cooper pulled on the seam of Anita’s sweater and drew it over her head, freeing her. Beneath it, she wore a T-shirt, but from the way her breasts bounced freely, he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“I like it that you don’t wear a bra,” he murmured as he snatched the T-shirt and took it off her to reveal the olive skin beneath.

“You do, huh? How about you show a little skin too?” Her lips puckered, tempting him.

“That can be arranged.” Unceremoniously, he rid himself of his shirt and tossed it on a chair. But he didn’t stop there, and continued undressing. He loved the way Anita watched him as he removed layer after layer until he stood in front of her without a stitch on him.

He caught her gazing at his cock, which was hard and heavy. Desire shone from her blue irises, and she licked her lips.

“Now you,” he demanded, pointing to her pants and shoes. “Or do you need help?”

She smirked. “And have you shred the few clothes I brought to San Francisco with me?”

She motioned to his hands, and when he followed her look, he realized that his fingers had turned into sharp claws. He hadn’t even noticed that his vampire side was already emerging, eager to bond with the woman he loved.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he watched her take off her shoes.

“Don’t be,” she said, her voice huskier than he’d ever heard it. “I like it. That wildness… it’s a turn-on.” She shimmied out of her jeans.

He ran his eyes over her nearly nude body, and his throat went dry when she finally stepped out of her panties. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him.

With his other hand on her nape, he brought his face to hers. “I haven’t thanked you properly yet for saving my life.”