In Blood and Worth Loving (12 page)

Surely he didn’t know about Doug. She frowned. Even if he did, how likely was he to envy Doug or any other man? “Of who?”

He nibbled at her ear. “My shirt.”

She drew back to look at him. “Your shirt?”

He nodded. “Because it gets to caress your breasts and cover your large, lovely round ass.”

She blinked at him. “What did you have for breakfast?”

 
“Nothing yet.” He thrust his fingers into her pussy.

She gasped, opened her legs, and pushed his hand away.

“Why do you ask?” He arched a brow. “What? Did you think I was incapable of sweet talk?”

“Actually, yes,” she admitted.

He rewarded her honesty with a sharp spank on each cheek.

“Ouch!”

“I’m as capable of sweet talk as the next man.”

“But more prone to slapping my ass than any other male I’ve met.”

“Don’t blame me because you have a big ass made for spanking.”

“You weren’t impressed when you first saw it.”

He kissed her neck. “I’m impressed now, honey.”

She felt shy yet sexy. “What impresses you most?”

“Everything.”

She drew away from him. “You can’t expect me to believe that.”

“Why not? It’s true.”

“I saw the look on your face when you first arrived,
Adrian
.”

He compressed his lips. “Let’s not go there again, Brandi. When I say everything I mean everything. I like the rich, chocolate color of your skin. Your large, natural breasts enchant me. You already know what I think of your ass. We won’t even discuss your pussy.”

She felt almost giddy because she knew that she had managed to change his opinion of her. She didn’t doubt for a second that he now found her attractive. “Why don’t we discuss my pussy,
Adrian
?”

“First, for the remainder of the weekend, it’s not your pussy. It’s mine.”

Her stomach muscles clenched.

“And second because if we discuss it, I’m going to want to fuck it again.”

She shrugged. “So? Do you see anyone objecting?”

“Are you flirting with me?”

She shook her head. “No. Why do you ask?”

He slapped her ass. “Do you know what happens to irresistible women who flirt with me?”

Irresistible now was she? “They get fucked?”

“Oh, yeah, honey. They get fucked repeatedly…harder and deeper each time.”

“So who’s stopping you?”

He stood up, kicking his stool aside.

Noting the look in his dark blue eyes, she knew how they’d be spending the morning. She smiled and reached out to rub her palm over the tent in his briefs. “This feels almost like a dream.”

“I thought the same thing.”

“You did? When?”

“Last night while I watched you sleep.”

“You watched me sleep?”

“Yes.”

She smiled. “Did you like what you saw,
Adrian
?”

“Apparently so or I wouldn’t still be here.”

She slipped her hand in his briefs to palm him. “I’m glad you’re still here.”

He removed her hand from his briefs.

“Don’t you like being touched?”

“It depends on who’s doing the touching, but I think you can safely assume I like your touch, honey.”

Her smile widened.
 
“Then what’s the problem?”

“Who says there’s a problem?” He lifted her off her stool and swept her up into his arms.

She linked her arms around his neck. “You’d better be careful,
Adrian
,” she warned.

“Of what?”

She stroked her fingers through the dark hair at his nape. “A full-figured woman can easily get used to a male who can not only pick her up, but effortlessly carry her up an entire flight of stairs and still have the energy to love her until she can’t stop coming once he gets her in bed.”

A slow smile spread across his handsome face, quickly followed by warm, deep laughter. When he sobered he met her gaze. “Why are you staring at me?”

She caressed his cheek. “You must know you’re a handsome male.”

He shrugged.
 

“Actually, you’re more drop-dead gorgeous than handsome.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Have you ever met a woman who didn’t?”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about other women. For me tonight, there are no other women. There’s just you, sweet, sexy Brandi.”

She wondered what her chances were of getting him to want more than a weekend with her. “You’re smooth as well as handsome.”

“And you are sultry, sweet, and irresistible.”

There was that delicious word again. Irresistible. She caressed his neck.

He smiled.

She trailed her fingers over his lips. “When you smile and laugh…”

“When I smile and laugh—what?”

“You take my breath away.”

“You do that for me as well.”

The admission pleased her and gave her the courage to go on. “And you make me wonder and hope.”

“Wonder and hope what?”

She shrugged. “For…more.”

He tensed. “For more than what?”

“I can’t help wondering what it would be like to have more than just this weekend with you, Adrian. I want to be your woman. Your only woman.”

“My only woman?” His smile vanished.

She frowned. Why had his voice cooled? “Rayna said you were ready to settle down.”

“And you think I…Don’t, Brandi.”

“Don’t what?”

He shook his head and looked away.

She pressed her hand against his cheek and turned his head so she could look in his eyes. “Don’t what,
Adrian
?”

“Don’t ruin what’s left of the weekend by trying to change the rules mid stream.”

“What rules?”

“The ones we both agreed to—a single weekend of sex.”

She stared at him, shaking her head. “Is that really all you want from me, Adrian?”

He placed her on her feet. “Yes. That’s all I want from you, Brandi.”

Recalling his tenderness, she placed her hands on his chest. “I don’t believe that.”

“Believe it. I want a single weekend of sex. I won’t deny that sex with you is superb, but I’m not aware of having said or done anything to make you think I wanted more.”

She allowed her hands to drop to her sides. When would she learn that sweet talk meant nothing to most men? It probably meant even less to a vampire. She nodded. “Fine. I won’t forget all you want is weekend sex.”

She waited—hoping he’d say something to give her hope.

His silence gave her all the answer she needed. “Fine. Have it your way,
Adrian
.”

“I usually do.”

How could he speak to her with such cool disregard after all the sweet things he’d said? She sucked in a breath and walked away from him. He made no effort to stop her from storming out of the kitchen.

Chapter Eight

Adrian
ran a hand through his hair. What the hell was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she leave well enough alone? Why did she push and push until she pissed him off and goaded him into saying things he’d later regret? He’d allowed her to jerk his chain the night before. Clearly that had been a mistake because now she wanted to change the rules of the weekend. If he allowed that, the next thing he knew she’d be trying to lead him down the aisle.

When he settled down, it sure as hell wouldn’t be with a human woman prone to resorting to tears every time she didn’t get her way. He should be with Marcella instead of with a female who gave every indication of being capable of wreaking havoc with his life and his emotions if he were foolish enough to linger around her too long.

He frowned, knowing he was partially responsible for her misconceptions.
You make me burn like no other woman ever has.
He knew better than to say things like that to a human woman. A fem would have taken such a declaration for what it was worth while a human woman imagined every horny man who told her love lies was in love with her.

Human women were unpredictable and too emotionally demanding.
 
A man never knew where he stood with them. Fems were different. He thought of Marcella. She was safe. Their relationship presented no surprises. He’d had nothing but surprises from the moment he met Brandi.
 

Unfortunately there was very little possibility of his ever being able to impregnate Marcella. On the plus side, she didn’t turn his world upside down or expect to be his only lover. Brandi had already managed to get under his skin. If he were going to minimize the emotional havoc she generated, he needed to get the hell away from her ASAP.