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“This is serious, Simon. It’s not like a freaking mosquito. If I’ve even got one bite, I’ll?—”
“What?” Real curious now. “If they bit you, there’s not a damn thing you can do about it now.”
“I know.” Soft. Her hands lifted, hovered between them. “I just—” Her eyes widened as she stared at her fingers. “Her blood’s still on me. On my hands.”
Her fingernails were tinted red. Steaks of blood had dried on the back of her hand.
“Sink.” Snapped out from Dee.
He pointed to the bathroom and watched her dash away as he enjoyed the tight ripple of her ass. He followed slowly, the better to enjoy the view. Nice.
Dee wrenched on the water and, with his temperamental faucet, it flew everywhere. But she didn’t so much as flinch beneath the lash of what he knew to be icy cold water. Simon stalked closer and watched as she grabbed his soap and began to all but scrub the flesh off her fingers.
After about five minutes, he told her, “I think you’ve got it.”
She stiffened. Dropped the soap. The rush of the water seemed too loud to him. Always did, though.
“Check me,” she growled the words. “I’ve got to know.”
He eased up behind her, and he saw her elbow move as she turned off the water. But Dee didn’t turn to face him.
The lights blazed in the small bathroom, giving him a perfect view of her body. Small, fragile…sexy. Even though she was small, the woman really had a fine ass. Maybe it was those panties. They hugged her curves so very, very well.
“Simon.”
His fingertips skimmed her shoulders. “Hold still.”
He caught the sharp inhalation of her breath. His gaze lifted from her sweet ass and scanned the rest of her body. Okay, his cock was so hard that it was about to burst through his jeans, but he’d hold onto control and manage to focus for a while. He had to, for her.
This—his fingers trailed over her small shoulder blades—was important. To her and to him.
Because if she’d been bitten, then she’d been compromised. She’d be a risk to herself, to her friends.
To him.
Not that a bite would change his plans. No way would he abandon her now. Not when he’d really just found her.
“The bra’s got to come off.” Guttural. Too bad. Not like he could manage much more than that. Simon figured he was lucky to be able to speak right then. His fingers slipped under the straps, then trailed down to the hook. If the vamps had fed on her, they would have tried to hide the mark.
They wouldn’t want her aware.
The better to keep track, to torment.
He unhooked the bra. Pushed the straps off her shoulders and let the bra fall.
Simon had one damn good idea why the vamps had let Dee keep breathing and why they’d tried to set her up.
Word on the street was that certain vamps had plans for Sandra Dee. Plans of pain and madness.
Death would have been too easy.
His mouth hovered over her, right above her shoulder. The skin looked so tender. He could?—
“What do you see?”
Simon jerked back. “Let me check your front.”
A huff, but she spun around.
