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He was in the usual position he assumed for his death-sleep. Flat on his back, big feet pointed to the ceiling, hands clasped neatly over his flat stomach. He'd probably learned this position from centuries of sleeping in a coffin.
Toni did a double take to the area below his clasped hands. There was a definite bulge in his pajama bottoms. She leaned over for a closer look. Good grief, he'd fallen into his death-sleep with a hard-on. Was it possible for a stiff to be that stiff?
She straightened with a deep breath. "Naughty boy," she whispered and glanced at his handsome face. A shadow of dark whiskers lined his strong jaw. His black eyelashes were so thick. She would hate him if she didn't love him so much. She reached out to touch the cute dimple in his chin.
His eyes suddenly opened. She jumped. A hand locked around her wrist in a tight grip. She gasped.
"Surprise." He seized her by the arms and rolled her onto the bed.
Chapter Twenty-four
He'd certainly surprised her. She lay on the bed, her bonnie mouth dropped open. He rolled onto
his side to face her and propped himself up on an elbow.
"You--you're not dead," she whispered.
He smiled. "No' at the moment."
"How? You took that drug? The Stay-Awake drug?"
"Aye. I know where it's hidden."
She sat up. "But Ian, it makes you grow older." "One year for each day." He shrugged one shoulder. "So I'll look twenty-eight instead of twenty- seven."
Her mouth fell open again. "You were willing to age a year?"
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"To spend a day with you, aye."
"That's so sweet." She stretched out, facing him. "But are you sure you should be sweet? I mean, you're awake, and the bad guys are asleep."
His smile widened. She was as much a warrior as he was. "So ye want to slaughter them while they're unable to defend themselves?"
She winced. "I realize it's not a very honorable thing to do, but they would do it to you in a second."
"Aye, they would, so we'll have to make sure they never get that drug." He reached out to brush a tendril of damp hair off her cheek. "Actually, I would be tempted to kill them all and be done with this mess, but they have about twenty Russian mafia guys guarding them with high-powered assault rifles."
"Oh." She made a face. "That would be nasty."
"Aye, verra nasty. Ever since Roman visited them during the day, they've been extra vigilant." He trailed a finger along the line of her jaw. "And then there's the problem of me burning to a crisp if I go out in the sun."
"I guess we'll have to stay inside."
"Aye." He skimmed his finger over her ear.
"I guess we could think of something to pass the time." Her eyes twinkled as she glanced at his pajama bottoms. "It looks like you've been thinking ahead of me."
He smiled wryly. "A man should never be unprepared."
It was true that while he lay in bed, waiting for her to arrive, he'd grown aroused just thinking about making love to her. He knew his eyes were turning red now. A red tint shaded the room, making Toni's skin look pink and ripe with blood. It would be a challenge to keep control. He'd purposely filled up with synthetic blood to make it easier.
The way she'd looked at him when he'd unleashed all his Vamp power in Dr. Proctor's library-- that had stretched his control to the max. He'd heard her heart racing. He'd smelled the scent of her arousal. He'd wanted to leap on her and sink his fangs into her neck.
His gums tingled, and he collapsed on his back, squeezing his eyes shut. Control. He didn't dare make love to her if he couldn't control himself.
"Are you all right?" she whispered.
"I doona want to influence you in any way. If ye stay in my bed, it should be yer decision. But know that I will make love to you."
"Well, I was sorta counting on that." Her voice sounded muffled, then something soft fell on his face.
He brushed it aside and opened his eyes. There was a navy polo shirt in his hand. Her shirt. She sat beside him, sliding her bra straps off her shoulders. The heart pendant he'd given her was nestled between her br**sts.
"Are ye certain?"
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"Do I look uncertain?" She flung her bra on the floor.
He pounced, pushing her onto her back. "I love a decisive woman."
She smiled. "I love an aggressive man."
He splayed a hand around her rib cage. "I know ye havena known me for verra long."
"But I've waited for you for years."
"For centuries. I think my heart recognized you the verra first night we met. It just took a few more nights for my brain to catch up."
She touched his face. "I was the same way."
He skimmed his hand up to cover her breast. "I want ye to know that I'll be faithful. I love ye dearly. That will never change."
"Oh, Ian." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you, too."
He leaned down to kiss her lips. They were soft and moist, and they opened sweetly. He swirled his tongue inside, exploring and tasting. She quivered beneath him, so fragile in her mortality but so strong with passion. She was everything he wasn't. Everything he craved. Life and light. Pure and good.
Her tongue skimmed along his teeth, then swirled bravely around the sharp point of one of his fangs. He groaned. Did she know how badly she was flirting with danger? She pressed her tongue against the point.
With a sharp breath, he broke the kiss. Her skin, her neck, her br**sts--they all looked pink and delicious through his red-tinted eyes.
"By all the saints, I want you." He trailed kisses down her throat to her br**sts. Her pounding heart echoed in his ears, pounding faster and accelerating the flames of his passion. He scooped a hand behind her back and lifted her rib cage in the air. Her back arched, pressing her br**sts against his mouth. With a moan, she flung her arms to the side, as if surrendering her body to his needs.
And he needed her. Every inch of her. He nibbled and suckled on her plump ni**les till the tips grew hard in his mouth. He sucked on one and pinched the other one lightly. When he tugged on both, she gasped.
"Oh, please." She grasped his T-shirt and pulled.
He yanked his T-shirt over his head and threw it. Then he unbuckled the belt around her hips and attacked the waistband and zipper of her khaki trousers. "Bloody hell, I never thought I'd be removing a pair of men's pants."
She laughed and tried to help him by lifting her hips in the air. He groaned at the sight. He tugged her pants down to her ankles, but was halted by her athletic shoes. With a quick flick of his wrists, they went flying into the air. Her socks and trousers followed.
"I love yer legs." He grasped an ankle and lifted her bare leg so he could plant kisses along her calf.
"Take off your pants."
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"Now?" He tickled the underside of her knee. Her leg jerked. "Yes. Now." He lowered her ankle onto his shoulder, then rose to his knees to pull his pajama bottoms down.
His erection sprang out. She propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him. "Wow." "I hope ye doona expect me to dance like that guy at the Horny Devils." He tossed his pajamas on
the floor. "What guy?" she murmured, her eyes glued to his crotch. The more she stared, the more swollen he became. At this rate, he wasn't going to last another
minute. He needed to distract her quickly. "Now, where were we?" He kissed her ankle.
"No." She slid her leg off his shoulder and leaned forward. "I want to touch you." She circled her hand around his erection. "Och, lass. I canna endure this for long." "Aw, come on." She squeezed gently. "You're a tough guy." "Aye." He hissed in a breath as she teased the tip with her thumb. He'd already leaked a drop, and
she spread the moisture around. "I am tough." He gritted his teeth. "I'm a seasoned warrior." "A real he-man." She shoved him back onto the bed. His head was halfway off the end of the bed. He gasped when her mouth enveloped him. He
crushed the comforter in his fists. He could handle this. He wasn't a green boy. "I--I grew a few
inches over the summer." She made a sound of appreciation deep in her throat. Her fingers tickled his balls, then squeezed. Her tongue was swirling around him. The room swirled around him. He couldn't believe it. This was different from all the sex he'd had over the centuries. Maybe it was because his equipment was slightly different--bigger and more mature. Or maybe it was because Toni was...Toni. She was making love to him. He never wanted it to stop.
