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“Every moment of every night. You haunt me,” I confess without meaning to, but fuck…she’s so soft and willing in my arms, so sweet and wet and desperate for relief.
I can’t pull away, not until I give her the pleasure she deserves.
“Once more. Just this once,” I say, the words easing my guilt just enough that I don’t hesitate to drop to my knees and loop her thigh over my shoulder.
And then the pink, glistening folds of her pussy are only inches from my lips, and I can’t think of anything but how starved I am for her salt and the feel of her bucking into my mouth as she comes. I drag my tongue up her center to her clit, she clings to my hair tight enough to make my scalp ache, and I’m lost.
Lost in her whimpers as I drive my tongue into her pulsing channel.
Lost in her taste as her pussy opens for me, blossoming as I suckle her clit until she’s panting my name.
Lost in her magic as she explodes on my mouth, flooding my tongue with the ocean and starlight taste of her.
“So sweet,” I moan as I lap up every bit of her pleasure. “This is all I need. All I’ll ever need.”
“Oh Goddess, Baron,” she sobs, her voice thick. “Goddess, it was so good, but I… I think I’m…” She moans and presses a hand to her stomach. “I might be sick.”
In a heartbeat I’m on my feet, cupping her face in one hand as I steady her with the other. “What’s wrong?” I ask, searching her for signs of injury. “Did I hurt you?”
She starts to laugh, but winces instead. “No. You were wonderful. You’re always wonderful. I just…I think I drank too much last night. I can’t handle wine. More than one glass and I have a funny stomach for days.” She swallows hard, her delicate throat working in a way that’s mesmerizing to the predator in me.
I want to pierce that delicate flesh and taste her in that way, too, want to give her the kind of blinding orgasm mortal women can only achieve with a little supernatural assistance from a vampire at their throat, but I can’t. This has already gone too far.
“I’ll get some crackers at home and be just fine,” she says, her lips trembling into a shaky smile. “And then we can pick up where we left off tonight.”
I force myself to step back and will my eager hands from her curves. “Annie, I told you—”
“I know what you told me, but you’re wrong about this being wrong. Wrong things don’t feel this right, Baron. Like the wine, even when I was drinking it, I knew it was a bad idea. My head was spinning, and my cheeks felt too hot, and I knew I’d regret a second glass. But it’s not like that with you. All I feel is…” She swallows again and the irresistible pink tip of her tongue slips out to dampen her lips. “Beautiful and safe. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, and I know you feel it, too.”
I shake my head, but I can’t bring myself to lie to her.
She’s right, I do feel the same pull. But just because she feels like home doesn’t mean I deserve one.
I’m about to tell her as much, to insist she look into my eyes and see that there is no hope for happily ever after or whatever it is that she wants from me, when she presses a hand to her mouth and lets out a shaky breath.
“I’ll go find you something to eat,” I say, my thoughts racing. “Perhaps Sophie has something in her office or the break room upstairs.”
Annie shakes her head and mumbles through her fingers, “No!” Her hand drops to her side. “I mean, yes, she does, but I don’t want you to go. I’ll go home and eat and clean myself up and come back tonight.”
“Annie, I—”
“I saved your life,” she says, steel creeping into her tone and her lagoon green eyes. “I mean, I don’t like to brag, but I did. And while a ‘thank you, Annie, for saving my life,’ would usually be more than enough payment for services rendered, it’s not this time. I want more.”
My brows pinch together. “I have gold coins in storage at the estate. I can fetch them at sunset if—”
“I don’t want your money,” she says, her lips hooking up on one side in a wry smile. “I want your time and…cooperation. Give me one month. One month of dating like normal people, and if by the end of thirty days you still want to push me away and crawl back into your grumpy vampire hole, I’ll let you.”
“No.” The word is a militarized zone, a chasm between us only a fool would try to jump.
“Two weeks,” she says, reaching out to grab my sleeve when I start to turn away. “Okay, fine, one week. Just one. You drive a hard bargain, but that should be enough.” She wags a finger at my face. “But you have to give it a real chance. I want a week of dating and talking and making memories together. If you pout and grouch your way through it, then we have to start over. Those are the rules." She grunts softly and presses her lips together. “Okay, now I really have to go. See you back here tonight.” She grabs her coat from the floor and starts to move past me, but backs up almost immediately to add, “Why are you here, by the way? And not at home where you’re safe from being burned alive?”
I briefly explain the break-in and the concern that it wasn’t safe to seek shelter from the sun at my cabin today, watching her expression grow progressively distraught as I describe the devastation of my desk and library.
“Oh no,” she says, squeezing my arm. “That’s so awful. But maybe we can fix them. Maybe I can fix them. I have some experience with restoration.” She pushes up on tiptoe, kissing my cheek. “Don’t worry. We’ll make this better. I promise. And what a perfect official first date—book rescue and peppermint tea. I’ll bring the tea.”
I exhale and shake my head, but the determined expression on her face doesn’t waiver. If I don’t bend on this, she will fight me until she gets what she wants and waste precious time she should be using to find someone more appropriate to care for. “Fine,” I finally say. “One week. But that’s it, and when it’s over and I ask you to leave me alone, you have to honor my wishes.”
Her eyes narrow, but she finally nods. “All right. If you ask me to leave you alone, I will. But maybe you won’t. You have to admit that’s a possibility, if not to me, then at least to yourself.”
