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A dark eyebrow quirked, causing a miniature cascade down one sculpted cheek. “Forgive me, dulceata, but I believe this is my fantasy, which would explain why you are being difficult.”
“You like it when I’m difficult?”
“I like you any way,” he murmured into my ear, dark, wet hair falling around me as he sped up—
But not enough.
Long, thick strokes were more maddening than satisfying, and I’d about had it. “Damn it!” I tongued his earlobe. “Do what I tell you!”
He slowed down even further, a long, sensual glide. “Make me.”
I bit down on that tantalizing bit of flesh, and felt him vibrate against me. Oh, he’d liked that, had he? “Harder,” I ordered.
“That is cheating,” he muttered, but the pace sped noticeably up.
I bit his neck next, right at the spot where hard shoulder met strong throat, and he barked out a laugh. “Now I know I’m dreaming.”
It bled a little, but the water washed it away. I bit higher next time, closer to the point where he’d left his mark on my own neck, and felt him suddenly go rigid against me. And then shove me into the wall and take me, with a reckless abandon that left me breathless and aching and gasping and—
“Cassie?”
I did jump that time, and gave a shriek, almost falling on my ass. Because that hadn’t been Mircea’s voice. It took a disorienting second of clinging to the soap dish to process the fact that a) those had been Marco’s deep tones, b) they were outside the shower, c) there was no one in here except for me, and d) I might possibly be going crazy, but that wasn’t exactly news.
“Are you all right?” Marco demanded.
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t sure I could. I was panting like a freight train and my eyes were crossing as I struggled to suppress a really inappropriate orgasm. What the hell?
“Cassie?”
I swallowed, staring at the fogged-up door, where the light from the bedroom was mostly blocked by Marco’s Roman profile. He was looking at the wall, despite the fact that even vampire eyes couldn’t have seen much in here, because he knew how I was. They all knew how I was about bodily modesty, which was stupid considering how much of the time I ended up naked, but there you go.
But he wouldn’t be outside for long, if I didn’t manage an answer. Preserving what was left of my modesty wasn’t his job; keeping me alive was. And I’d almost died in the bath once before, because people hadn’t wanted to disturb me, although how I would manage to kill myself in a shower was debatable. But let’s face it, if anybody could . . .
“Cassie.” And okay, that had the “you have exactly three seconds to respond before I charge in and save you, so if you don’t want saving, you better damned well speak up” tone. And since I was still sprawled against the wall, body tight and shuddering, I decided that might not be a
great plan.
“I . . . yes. Yes.”
“Are you sure?” He didn’t sound convinced, and I couldn’t blame him. My voice had been a broken croak.
I cleared my throat and tried again. “Yes, I—I’m fine.”
“Okay. It’s just you’ve been in there awhile.”
Yeah, I guessed so. My fingertips were going pruney, and I felt more than a little waterlogged. Along with really, really confused.
I swallowed. “I was just about to get out.”
“All right.”
“Marco . . . you . . . haven’t heard from Mircea tonight, have you?”
“No, it’s a little early for him to check in. There’s a time difference between here and New York, you know.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“I’ll tell him you’re fine if he calls. Get some sleep, Cassie.”
