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He kicked the door shut behind him. Stared down at her. No bra. Panties? His nostrils flared. Yeah, but they were wet.
Fuck.
She’d said she wanted him and she did, no denying her body’s response, but even before her lips parted, he knew she was going to say?—
“I just want to forget.”
Yes, he’d known she would say that, because he knew her. Know your enemy.
But Dee wasn’t his enemy. She was?—
She stepped away. Caught the edge of her T-shirt and tossed it to the floor.
His cock jerked against the zipper of his jeans. Damn. Small breasts, but perfect. Round, with tight little nipples that were ready for his mouth and?—
The couch was behind her. He took her in his arms. Swept her back and dropped her onto the cushions. Then he followed and pulled a nipple into his mouth because he had to taste. To take.
Time was running out.
His lips closed around the peak, and his tongue laved her. Her moan filled his ears even as her hips thrust up against him. The scent of her arousal flooded his nostrils. Rich and delicious.
The edge of his teeth pressed against her, and she shivered. Not fear, no, not even close.
Damn her. Damn her.
He kissed his way across her chest. The faint ridges of scar tissue pressed against his mouth. Long, thin lines. Light white now because Sandra Dee was a fast healer.
She could have died.
He knew about the attack. He’d done his research, too.
He caught her other nipple. Sucked her with tongue and lips. Her fingers clenched against his shirt, jerked it up, and then she touched his skin. Hot, fast strokes of her fingers skated over him.
He rocked against her, driving the fully erect length of his cock against her sex. Dee’s legs were open, spread, and when he’d lowered her onto the couch, he’d pushed between them.
The better to play.
The better to torture himself.
“Lose the jeans,” she ordered, her voice a husky rasp, and her fingers were on his stomach, sliding down, aiming for the button of his jeans.
No.
He caught her hands. “You’re not calling the shots here, babe.”
Her eyes were wide, so brown and deep, but burning with a hungry fire. Her lips had parted?—
He kissed her. Drove his tongue deep inside and tasted the wild honey and spice that was Dee. Sweet and wild—the perfect flavor for his little vampire slayer.
The dark hunger built within him. Feeding the lust that he chained back. Tempting, tempting so much…
Her tongue swiped against his. Give her what she wants.
No, no, she didn’t even know what she wanted. Not really.
Not yet.
He tore his mouth from hers and tried to ignore the darkness spreading within him.
