In Blood and Worth Loving (11 page)
As if he’d read her naughty thought, he turned the stove off, covered the pan, and set it on the warming burner before he stalked across the room. Cupping his hands over her breasts, he bent to lick and kiss the side of her neck.
Feeling the tip of his tongue probing the two small puncture wounds, she shivered, her pussy filling with moisture.
“Think of them as love bites, honey,” he whispered.
The endearment, which had annoyed her the night before, now pleased her. She linked her arms around his waist. “Love bites?”
“Or a testament to your power to drive me wild with need and desire.”
She liked the idea of driving him wild. When she lifted her face, he slid his palms down her body and under his shirt to cup her ass.
“Have I told you that you have a very nice ass?”
She rubbed herself against his bulging cock. “I think you might have mentioned it last night, but feel free to mention it again as often as you like.”
He reached between their bodies to ease his cock out of his briefs.
Her stomach muscles clenched as he rubbed the big head against her slit. “
Adrian
…”
He guided her backwards, gently pressing her against the wall near the door. He used his knee to ease her legs apart. “Yes, honey?”
“What are you doing?”
He pushed his shirt up over her breasts and bending his knees, he positioned his cock at her entrance.
To her surprise, he hesitated, staring down into her eyes.
Surely he wasn’t asking for permission to continue.
He waited.
Touched, she smiled as she eased her hips forward until the head of his shaft slid between the lips of her slit.
Locking his gaze on hers, he pushed into her with an exquisite leisure which allowed them both to savor every second.
Once he was balls deep in her, he bent his head.
She lifted hers with her lips already parted.
He touched his mouth gently against hers for several moments before he slid his palms over her ass and started to fuck her.
“Oh…
Adrian
…” She slipped her arms around his neck.
He nibbled at her neck.
“Fuck me back, honey.”
She rotated her hips and tightened her vaginal muscles around him.
“That’s it,” he whispered, tightening his palms on her ass. “God, you’re so sweet.” He raked his teeth against the side of her neck. “You make me burn like no other woman ever has.”
The admission spoken in a lust-deepened voice sent a thrill of delight dancing up and down her spine. She liked that he spoke of her being sweet. Did that mean he might be ready to think of her as something more than just an easy lay?
She turned her head in an attempt to see the expression in his eyes. “Adrian—”
“We’ll talk later. Right now I need you,” he told her. He kissed her, clutched her closer, and fucked her with hard, deep strokes that had her clinging to him and coming all over his cock within minutes.
He dragged his lips from hers and sank his incisors into her neck as he shuddered against her.
She held him in her arms, kissing his hair as he pumped her full of his seed.
After he stopped coming, he removed his incisors, buried his lips against her neck, and kept her pinned against the wall.
Brandi liked that his cock was still hard and still inside her. She would have been content to hold him close indefinitely. But when her stomach rumbled, he lifted his head and eased his cock out of her.
He pulled his shirt down to cover her breasts before he lifted her chin. The kiss he pressed against her mouth was soft, gentle, and lacking passion.
She leaned against his chest, filled with anticipation of seeing a softer side of him. Her stomach rumbled again.
He arched a brow. “Hungry?”
She nodded. She hungered for food, sex, and tenderness.
“Then eat.” He pushed his cock back in his briefs and placed an arm around her shoulders, and led her to the island in the middle of the kitchen. He pulled out one of the stools and held it while she sat.
He surprised her further by washing his hands before he returned to the range.
She smiled. “This is what I call service.”
He walked over to her and licked the side of her neck and caressed her ass. “I aim to please, honey.” He paused before he met her gaze. “Do I?”
He was full of surprises. She would never have expected that question from such a handsome male and accomplished lover. In that moment, he seemed almost as vulnerable as she felt. She caressed his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair. “Yes. Oh, yes,
Adrian
. Never in my wildest fantasy did I imagine sex could be as satisfying as it is with you. You touched both my body and my emotions.”
He turned away without responding.
She turned to watch him.
At the sink he wet a dish-towel and swung it over his shoulder before he picked up a serving spoon and a plate.
She inhaled when he set a plate filled with eggs, bacon, and French toast in front of her. “It smells delicious,
Adrian
.”
“Good.” He returned to the counter, his hand hovering over the percolator. “Coffee?”
“Yes. Thanks.”
“How do you like it?”
“With cream and sugar.”
He returned to the island with coffee and a glass of orange juice.
The orange juice had lots of pulp—just as she liked it. She looked at him as he sat on the stool beside her. “Fresh squeezed?”
He nodded and handed her the wet towel.
Smiling at him, she wiped her hands. “You think of everything.”
He arched a brow, a warm, intimate look in his steel blue eyes. God, he was so handsome. And he was hers—at least for the weekend.
He slipped his palm under her shirt. While she ate, he alternated between rubbing her back and massaging her ass. Within minutes her nipples were hard and her pussy filled with moisture.
“
Adrian
! You just finished fucking me.”
He straightened to look at her. “I just finished fucking
you
?”
Her cheeks burned. “Okay. We fucked each other.”
Apparently satisfied by her answer, he leaned over to nibble at her neck. “I love the smell of sweet, tight pussy, filled with my seed and ready to be fucked again.”
She moistened her lips and glanced at the empty space on the island in front of him. “Aren’t you eating?”
He caressed her thighs.
She sucked in a breath and parted her legs.
He slipped his free hand between her legs to finger her wet slit. “This is what I want for breakfast.”
She closed her legs, trapping his hand between her thighs. “Do you eat,
Adrian
?”
“Food? Yes.”
She frowned. “I didn’t think vampires ate.”
“Some do. Some don’t. We’re not all the same, Brandi. Some of us cast reflections. Some don’t. Some are lucky enough to be able to father kids. Some aren’t. Some kill indiscriminately. Some don’t.”
She put her fork down and turned to face him. “Can you?”
“Can I what? Father kids?”
She nodded.
“You know how old I am. I’ve never yet managed to impregnate anyone.”
“You’ve tried?”
He nodded. “Only for the last forty years.”
“Why?”
“Why? Like most human males, I wanted to be a father.”
She felt guilty for being glad he wasn’t. If he’d had a child, surely the mother would be in his life. She didn’t allow the errant thought of what it would be like to have his baby to linger.
He stroked her neck. “Don’t you want to be a mother?”
She nodded. “I’d like to have two, maybe three kids one day.”
They stared at each other in silence for several moments.
Feeling as if he were probing her thoughts, she moistened her lips and lowered her lids. It was time they changed the subject before she did something foolish—like admitting the idea of having his baby intrigued her. “Have you ever killed anyone, Adrian?”
He shrugged. “I’m a vampire. Have I killed before? Yes.”
“Will you kill again?”
“Probably.”
She stared at him. “Why? Why would you kill?”
“Because I met someone who needed killing. Why else?”
She didn’t like how casually he discussed taking someone’s life. “Have you ever killed a woman?”
He met her gaze. “You’re wondering if I’ve ever killed a lover.”
She nodded. “Have you?”
“I can promise you that I won’t kill you, Brandi.”
“That’s a relief, but it really doesn’t answer my question.”
He shook his head. “If I answered your question, I’d have to kill you,” he deadpanned.
“Be serious,
Adrian
.”
“And there are much nicer things I’d like to do to and with you, honey.”
“Adrian—”
“I’m bored with talking about me, Brandi.”
She decided pushing would only annoy him and spoil the mood. “Okay. What would you like to talk about?”
He slid his free hand up to pinch her nipples. “I’m jealous,” he murmured.
