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She tensed when he got out, coming around to hold the door
open for her. “Where are we?”

“Relax.” His whisper made her more than relaxed—it melted
her on the spot. He guided her into the buzzing place. “All we need to do is
bowl and have a good time. Nothing else.”

Though she doubted she could relax enough to enjoy,
surprisingly, she did.

At least the visuals—the ripple of muscles as he bent and
took aim, his derriere flexing beneath the snug jeans each time he rolled the
ball—inspired her in addition to making her drool. She was self-conscious at
first, never having tried bowling before, but soon enough, she got the hang of
it, enjoying the thrill of smashing those pins!

The late night dinner on a rooftop restaurant complemented
what she categorized as a perfect evening out. Conversation flowed smoothly
without a hint of awkwardness, the buzzing in her body enhanced by a glass of
wine. He didn’t pressure her in any way—neither with words, nor with
expectations—but the banked desire in his eyes, the intense looks over the rim
of his wineglass scorched the space between them. The light banter trailed off
when she recognized the futility of staving off the inevitable.

He made her wet. He made her want. She didn’t know how she
could put off his advances. Did she even want to? Especially when curiosity
warred with her inherent caution, making her want to let go, grab what he
offered. What did he offer exactly? Sex? Relationship? Whatever it was, she was
ready.

“After you’re done…” She caught and held his gaze. “Let’s
continue this in a more private setting.”

“Hot damn!” He threw down the napkin, signaling the waiter
for the check, reaching out for her across the table. “Let’s go.”

They exited the restaurant in a hurry, his need fueling
hers. The rigid set of his jaw didn’t budge until they reached her place,
without a word being uttered. He knew she wanted him.

Blaming her swift desire to jump his bones on lack of
proper, man-induced orgasms didn’t work. Not when he came so close behind her,
crowding her, invading her space and sending her pulse skyrocketing.

Her fingers scrambled for the switch.

“A woman who’s not afraid of lights? I like that.”

A flush crept from her chest to her cheeks at his innuendo.

In the sudden brightness of her home, he looked absolutely
devastating.

The epitome of her dreams, mouthwateringly handsome,
sophisticated, yet emanating a raw sensuality that he’d kept under wraps
earlier during their date. Imagining him naked had her drooling. Her nipples
pebbled under her top and she worried if the dampness between her legs would
show through her jeans.

Startled by the way her body responded to him, she gulped
and lifted her face to his. His posture was relaxed, but she couldn’t miss the
silent question in his darkening eyes.

Did she dare surrender to the attraction pulsing between
them?

Yes!

For once she decided to go with the flow. After all, one
could only hope…

Chapter Five

Gregory balled his hands into fists, terrified of making the
wrong move. Being horny as hell didn’t help one iota as
she
pushed
him
against the door this time, her perfect body taunting him.

She licked her lips, nodded to herself and took a step
closer, bridging the short distance between them.

“Are you sure?” His question came out hoarse. There was no
way Elena could have missed the raw need in his voice.

She nodded again, gazing at his lips. Heat licked his skin
from her stare and his cock thickened further, getting terribly uncomfortable
in too short a time. How did she do this to him?

He’d planned their entire evening putting her first. He’d
even convinced himself he wouldn’t press her to sleep with him unless she
wanted him to. His cock had been too eager for action from the moment he’d
picked her up.

Never had his hands-off rule backfired on him this badly.
Watching her in jeans and a figure-hugging sweater had been pure torture and
yet topped the charts in terms of sexiness. He hadn’t minded happily dying of
blue-balls as long as she bestowed more of her smiles. Her pretty laughter
touched a place so deep within he vowed to rip into anyone who dared to steal
her happiness. His lust still surged rampant, and he didn’t want to scare her
off, this time for real.

He caught her hands when she moved them to his torso,
pivoting her around so her back dug into the wall and he pressed against her.

She arched, thrusting her chest out, rubbing on him. The
sinuous, feminine movement fired his libido and the monster lurking inside him
reared up. He wanted to let go of her wrists, peel her clothes off and touch
every inch of her creamy flesh. His vision blurred, his urge overcoming his
sensibilities. He gritted his teeth and focused on her, keeping the darkness at
bay. He wouldn’t take her, not until he managed some semblance of control. For
that, he needed to lay the ground rules. Now.

“If I take you to bed…” His words stuck in his throat when
she dragged her body against his, her soft breasts rubbing enticingly over his
torso. He ignored the blatant sensuality of the moment and tried again. “If we
go beyond this…” Her eyes drifted closed and a throaty moan escaped her mouth,
wrenching a groan from him. “You must…”

Opening her eyes, she pressed against him harder, writhing.
Did she even realize what she was doing? As if in answer to his unasked
question, she tugged her hands free from his grasp and circled his shoulders.
Her eyes—heavy lidded and sultry—sent his pulse soaring.

He caught her waist and pulled her against him, words
forgotten. Thoughts fled when she rose on her toes in a bold move to kiss him.

His lust taking over, he bent down, capturing her lips and
her soft gasp into him. He didn’t know whether she removed her clothes or
whether he stripped them off her. Much to his liking, her soft, naked flesh
cushioned him as he plundered her mouth, drinking in her whimpers and her soft
cries.

Each brush of his fingertips on her silken skin enflamed his
senses. It took all the control he could muster not to push her down on the
carpet and bury himself in her wet heat. And before that…

Nibbling at her lower lip, he lifted his head a fraction.
Enough to breathe, enough to convey the most important thing. “Promise to obey
me in the bedroom, Lena.”

Her hands stilled on his chest and she stopped her drugging
kisses. “What?”

Pulling her mouth to his, he whispered. “You heard me.”

She gave a token protest before slithering away from his
grasp, her eyes blazing, her posture defensive. “I’m neither a mindless bimbo
nor a blushing virgin to take orders in the bedroom.”

Fuck! He was approaching this all wrong. “You’re not.” He
took a deep breath and counted to five, willing his fangs to recede. Focused on
keeping his control. “It’s just that my lust is too strong.” He met her glare.
“Hell, I’m too out of sorts to deal with this hunger—for blood, for sex. Obey
me in bed for now. Until I figure out to manage it.”

Her fight left her in a whoosh of breath, her eyes getting
some of the old panic back. He stepped closer, needing her in his arms. The
darkness inside him surged again. Lost in the effort to hold his monster at
bay, he almost missed her soft words. “I don’t want to harm you.”

Her words snapped him out of his inner battle. He caught her
palms and tugged her hands below, pressing them against his straining erection,
showing her an inkling of the intense pain he was under. “You couldn’t do more
harm than this.”

Her heavy-lidded gaze locked with his, and he feared if he
didn’t take her soon, he might well harm himself.

“Look, this—hunger and lust has nothing to do with you.” She
spat the words. “It’s all my fault.”

He buried his nose in her soft hair, inhaling her
tantalizing scent in spite of the fruity shampoo she’d used. “Honey, you don’t
know how right you are.”

His fangs broke free when her naked body pressed against his
with a soft whimper. The blood in her veins beckoned him closer.

Something cut through the lusty haze—stopping him. Belatedly
he registered her reticence.

Was he forcing her? Dammit! He reared back. One look at her
pressed lips and clenched fists confirmed his worst suspicions. That he was a
cad in every sense of the word. And still, he needed her.

He forced himself to look at other things. Objects, which
wouldn’t threaten his emotions. He moved farther into the living room, where he
spied the corner of her worktable. An item on the floor inside her study caught
his gaze. Hell be damned! Was that her skimpy, frayed tee shirt?

The memory of their earlier conversation a week ago rushed
in as he took slow steps toward the table adjacent to her clothing. He bent
down and picked up the soft cotton nightshirt, inhaling her feminine scent, and
then straightened, lifting the phone from the table. He cradled the lightweight
hand piece in his palms, marveling at the device she’d used night after night
to drive him crazy.

“What are you doing?” Her voice was a horrified whisper from
the spot he’d left her standing.

He put the cordless phone on its charger, throwing her tee
on the swivel chair. Every bit of her life fascinated him as much as the woman
herself. She caught his blatant sweep of the room and its contents and her eyes
blazed, throwing darts.

In anger? He very much hoped so.

He almost climaxed on the spot as she slammed the door shut
and barreled toward him, her thighs and breasts jiggling.

His lust surged as he took in every inch of her naked,
luscious body and he mentally figured out the ways he could open those pursed
ruby lips under his.

Moderate breasts, topped with rosy nipples, had him
salivating with need. Her narrow waist and the flare of her hips made his hands
itch to grip them while he pounded her into oblivion. The soft burgundy curls
below matched her hair.

A couple of strides brought him close to her. “One chance is
all I ask, Lena.”

“How can I be sure my voice isn’t making you go crazy with
lust?”

He caressed her breasts, cupping the warm weight in his
palms, while he trailed kisses over her tender jaw. “Anytime you feel
uncomfortable, all you need to do is tell me to stop. And I will, even if my
dick kills me for that.”

She chuckled and gave a soft sigh of acceptance, her body
losing some of the tension. “I might hold you to your promise, Gregory. But not
now. Now can we continue kissing, please?”

Her whisper heated his blood. He nodded, too overwhelmed by
her acceptance to reply. Obliging her, he caught her lips with his, parting
them and sweeping his tongue inside. Her taste drove him wild with abandon and
he mimicked with his tongue what his cock wanted to do to her. His grip on her
breasts roughened and her nipples beaded under his assault, beckoning him
below.

He bent, nipping her collarbone, and moved to a juicy
breast, plumped up and waiting for him. She shuddered as his mouth touched her
nipple. Her cries echoed across the room with each lick and bite as he drowned
in her sexy moans.

His cock protested when he went down on his knees to the
juncture of her trembling thighs. The more he focused on her, the more obscure
his darkness became. Away from the dark edge, his senses expanded and every bit
of her came into sharp focus. From the scent of her juices to the slight
undulation of her hips, she encouraged him without words. Taking a moment to
savor her feminine arousal, he inserted a finger into her slick folds.

She clenched around his digit. He sought her clit and licked
the tender bud. She jerked in reaction, her hands gripping his shoulders.

Hell, she was primed, more than ready, and he wouldn’t have
been surprised if she’d gone off as quickly as a firecracker with a single tug
of his lips. Her glazed eyes locked with his for a wild moment before he bent
to her dripping slit and her head fell back in abandon, exposing her slender,
beguiling neck.

Soon he’d get there and sample her blood, but first he’d assuage
the sharp edge of physical need egging him on.

Elena tried to keep her eyes open and watch her man—her
vampire. His fangs that scraped her neck earlier had receded, and he stilled
near the juncture of her legs, nostrils flaring.

“Dripping wet for me.”

His murmur skittered up her spine, even as his rough hands
gripped her thighs and opened her to his perusal. Elena shuddered with the
desire pounding through her and need settled as a maddening throb at her clit.
He slid a finger into her, filling her, retreating, opening her.

Her legs threatened to give away in spite of his palm on her
abdomen, holding her steady for what she knew would be a wild ride. She’d had
men going crazy for her, but no one had ever made her tremble with need. She
was heady with desire and her vision swam.

“Please.”

She’d taken the lead in the bedroom for so long that she had
all but forgotten the pleasure she could receive instead of give. She’d had no
idea how arousing it would be to give up control, to put herself in a capable lover’s
hands. Fear lent a daring edge to her excitement until Elena didn’t know
whether she whimpered for more or wanted him to stop. When he swiped his thumb
over her clit, she pushed her hips toward him.

“So eager.”

Her skin tingled when his face neared the curls and he
paused, inhaling. When he reached out with his tongue, she ached to have him
inside. To fill her up, to pound into her until her body and mind drowned in
bliss. Fire raced in her blood with every sweep of his tongue and the desires
she’d bottled up for ages threatened to bubble out.

Dare she hope Gregory would be different from other males?
That he’d be able to break past her siren’s curse?

She gripped his soft hair and loved the fact that he hadn’t
cut it too short. His fingers, soft one moment and rough the next, plundered
her depths.

His tongue hit a sensitive nerve as he angled his head a
particular way, and thoughts flew from her mind in sparkling bliss. Only the
sensations remained.

Ecstasy built and, her muscles taut, she gave in to the
point of no return. She held her breath, let go and screamed his name.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t even give her a reprieve.

Pleasure unlike she’d ever known slammed into her, spinning
her senses until she gasped, squirmed and gave up. A heady wave of delight
added to the mix when her body reared up again, ready to launch itself into
flight.

She groaned, clutched his shoulders and rocked her hips in
sync with his tongue.

She clenched around him, letting out a shuddering breath.
Euphoria spread as hot as lava through her limbs, coalescing into a throbbing
point where his fingers and tongue worked their magic. A sharp prick of his
fangs pushed her into the abyss where pain and pleasure mingled into one. The
edges of her vision grayed with the intensity of her climax. He lifted his head
from between her thighs, catching her as her knees buckled.

Her pent up arousal eased a tiny bit and the past few
sleepless nights caught up with her. She shuddered for long minutes, not aware
of him carrying her, nor easing her onto the bed.

Her last thought was,
Damn. I didn’t get to see him naked
yet.

“Soon, my sweet. You’ll see all of me, soon.”

Did she imagine his reply as she snuggled into the fluffy
covers?

Her clit bloomed, her core was drenched. A throaty moan
echoed in her mind. The soft cry turned into mewls and she realized they came
from her. She opened her eyes, shattering the post-orgasmic lethargy.

“Gregory.”

His name on her lips felt right, perfect, after years of
forced abstinence. She lifted her head and saw his glorious naked skin and the
erection nestled beside her. His fingers were lodged deep within her, stroking,
while his thumb circled her clit. Lean muscles bunching, his amber eyes
glinting, he seemed as if he was a man on a mission—a predator on the hunt. She
shivered, feeling very much as if she were vulnerable, exposed prey.

He twisted a finger, pushing her closer to ecstasy. She
groaned as his fingers picked up speed. Just when she thought she’d tumble
headlong into bliss, he stopped. She lifted her hips, wanting him to finish
what he started.

His eyes held a challenge. “More?”

She bit her lip, protesting his stillness, and forced
herself to reply. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you want.”

Her breathing hitched at the epitome of masculinity staring
at her, his hard cock ready to pleasure her. What else could she do but spill
her desires. “You. This. Everything.”

A perfect eyebrow raised and a feral grin spread across his
face. “Everything?”

She nodded, and instead of giving in to her wishes, he
withdrew completely and sat back. She bit back a scream of frustration.