Night's Touch (16 page)

He whistled softly. "Hi, yourself. Wow, you look fantastic!"

"Thank you. Come on in."

When he stepped across the threshold, she felt a funny little tingle slip down her spine.

"So," he said, "where would you like to go tonight?"

"I don't know." She lowered her gaze. "Do we have to go somewhere?"

"Not if you don't want to."

"I could order something from room service and we could stay in and watch a movie."

"Sure, darlin', if that's what you want."

"Are you hungry?"

"You bet. You look good enough to eat."

She stared at him, wide-eyed, her cheeks almost as pink as her shirt. "Vince…"

He pulled her into his arms, his gaze capturing hers. "Do you want me to stop?"

"You haven't done anything yet," she said, her voice little more than a squeak.

"But I want to." His lips brushed her cheek, the tip of her nose, her eyelids. "I want to taste every inch of you, explore every curve."

She blinked up at him, her eyelids fluttering down as his mouth closed over hers. She was drowning in a haze of sensation. His mouth was everywhere, dropping feather-light kisses along both sides of her neck, nuzzling her breasts. His breath penetrated the thin silk of her shirt, heating her skin, melting her resistance. He kissed her again, long and deep, and when his tongue tangled with hers, she felt the electric heat of it sizzle all the way to the very center of her being.

Without knowing quite how they got there, she found herself lying on the sofa with Vince stretched out beside her, his mouth on hers, their bodies pressed intimately together from shoulder to thigh. His hand slid slowly, seductively, up and down her side, his thumb skimming the edge of her breast.

She moaned softly, thinking she had never known such pleasure, or such torment. She strained against him, her hips moving in the age-old dance of mating. Her body was on fire, screaming for relief.

"Cara, dammit…"

His breath whispered against her neck. She felt the heat of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth.

"Vince… please, Vince."

Her voice spurred him on, urging him to take what she was offering, to satisfy her hunger and his own, even as the voice of his conscience warred within him. He closed his eyes, the scent of her need and her blood arousing him until it was almost painful.

It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to let her go. He took a deep breath, about to sit up and tell her they needed to take a walk and cool off, when her hand slid between their bodies, cupping his manhood, driving him over the edge.

Scooping her into his arms, he carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed.

She looked up at him, her eyes smoky with desire and a hint of uncertainty.

Vince swore softly. What the hell was he thinking? He had to tell her the truth, now. And when he did, she'd walk out of his life just like she'd walked away from her parents.

"Cara…"

"Make love to me, Vince."

"I don't think that's a good…"

"Don't think." She reached for his hand, drawing him down on the bed beside her. "Don't you want me?"

"Is that a trick question?" He had to keep things light between them before he did something they would both regret when it was over.

"Now you're making fun of me."

"No, darlin'. I just don't want to hurt you."

"I'm a big girl. I know what I'm doing." She ran her hands over his chest, up over his shoulders, down his arms.

"Have you ever been with a man before?"

"Of course."

He drew his fingertip along her cheek. "Now, why don't I believe you?"

"Come closer," she said, her hand sliding seductively over his belly, "and I'll prove it."

"Cara, we need to talk."

"Later," she said, and drawing his head down, she kissed him, and he was lost.

With a low groan, he pulled her into his arms and surrendered to the hunger burning through him.

Her skin was soft and smooth, warm with life, her lips sweeter than wine. His hand delved into the wealth of her hair, loving the way the strands curled around his fingers. He massaged her nape, her back, gentling her to his touch. She was passionate and pliable in his arms, willing to follow wherever he led. He caressed her until she writhed beneath him, as eager and anxious as he.

He basked in her touch as she explored his body in return. It took all his willpower to hold both his hunger and his desire in check until, with a soft whimper, she urged him to take her.

Murmuring her name, he lifted her hips to receive him, only then realizing that he had been right all along. She had never been intimate with a man. But by then, it was too late.

She fell asleep in his arms.

Feeling like the worst kind of heel, Vince stroked her hair while his nostrils filled with the scent of her blood, not just the blood he had tasted, but the virginal blood that stained the sheets, proving she had been a maiden.

He swore softly.

How could he have done such a despicable thing? Sure, he was a vampire, but he had always prided himself on remaining a gentleman. He didn't satisfy his thirst on the blood of innocents. He didn't vent his lust on virgins.

Tonight he had done both.

What was he to do with her now?

And what would Roshan do when he found out Vince had defiled his little girl? Vince swore softly. Whatever DeLongpre did to him would be no more than he deserved.

He was tempted to sneak out of the hotel and never see her again, but he couldn't bring himself to do such a cowardly thing. It was bad enough that he had defiled her.

Instead, he held her in his arms until he felt the approach of dawn, and then he kissed her cheek, pulled on his pants, and went home.

Cara woke with a smile on her face. For a moment, she lay there, her eyes closed, remembering the night past. Making love to Vince had been the most wonderful, incredible experience of her life. For a moment, she held the memory close, reliving every kiss, every caress, every word he had whispered in her ear, the way he had cried her name as his body melded with hers, the soul shattering ecstasy that had followed.

Vince. Feeling suddenly shy, she reached for him, only he wasn't there.

Opening her eyes, she sat up and glanced around the room. Then she saw the note on his pillow. Sitting up, she read it out loud.

"Cara, I had an early appointment and I didn't want to wake you. I'll meet you at the library at 9. Love, V."

She hugged the note to her breast and then, unbidden but inevitable, came the guilt. She had slept with a man she hardly knew. She told herself it didn't matter, that these days lots of people slept together when they weren't married or even engaged. No one even gave it a second thought. Couples lived together, slept together, and moved on. Movies and TV shows were all about sex. Advertisers used sex to sell everything from toothpaste to deodorant. And yet, deep inside, no matter how she tried to rationalize it, she knew what she had done was wrong.

With a sigh, she flopped down on her stomach. If her parents found out, they would be disappointed in her. She told herself she didn't care what they thought. They were vampires, after all. But she did care, far more than she wanted to.

Lying there in bed, she remembered all the good times she had shared with her parents. They had always made a big fuss over her birthdays, showering her with presents. Christmases had always been special. She smiled as she remembered how her father had always searched for the tallest tree, and how the three of them had always stayed up late to decorate it. She remembered laughter and presents and love. Lots of love. Her parents had taken her ice skating in the moonlight and for carriage rides in the park. They had arranged for her to take horseback riding lessons and ballet lessons. She remembered Easter egg hunts and enormous chocolate Valentines. She had never wanted for anything. Even now, she had a savings account with a balance of several thousand dollars that was hers to do with as she pleased.

She punched her fist into the pillow as the word
vampire
slithered through her mind. She told herself it didn't matter, but it did. She no longer knew how to relate to them. It was like suddenly finding out they were aliens or pod people. Their whole lifestyle was foreign to her.

Rising, she wandered into the living room. She didn't like staying in a hotel; she wasn't ready to go back home. But she could rent a house! Of course, it was the perfect solution.

Excited by the idea, she showered and dressed, grabbed a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll at the hotel coffee shop, and then drove to the nearest real estate office. A glance in her rearview mirror told her that her watchdog was still watching—not that she was surprised. She was certain her father had informed Di Giorgio of her whereabouts the minute he got home.

However, she was too excited at the prospect of having a house of her own to be upset.

Vince spent the day alternately working on putting a new engine in an ancient Chevy and worrying about his date with Cara. Making love to her last night had changed everything.

He had never intended to fall in love, especially with a mortal female. He wasn't even sure when he had fallen in love with Cara DeLongpre. Sure, he had fallen in lust the moment he saw her in The Nocturne. What man wouldn't? But love? How the hell had that happened? He tried to tell himself he hadn't known her long enough to love her, but from that first night, he couldn't imagine his life without her.

Of course, he had never intended to make love to her, either. As good as it had been, he couldn't help feeling it had been a big mistake. Taking her blood had been an even bigger one, but, like taking her innocence, it couldn't be undone.

He muttered an oath as he scraped his hand on the engine block. He stared at the blood oozing from his knuckles, remembering how sweet Cara's had been, wondering if she remembered that, at the height of their lovemaking, he had tasted her.

When the phone rang, he figured it was the Chevy's owner calling to see if his car was ready. Instead, he heard Cara's voice, sweet and a little breathless.

"Hi," she said. "I hope you don't mind me calling you at work."

"Not at all." Lord, just hearing her voice made him hard. "You can call me anytime."

"Guess what I did this afternoon?"

"I can't imagine."

"I rented a house! Wait until you see it. I'm on my way to the store to buy dishes and stuff before I go to work. So, what are you doing?"

"Putting a new engine in an old Chevy."

"Oh."

He sat on a corner of the desk. "Why?"

"I thought… never mind."

"You thought what?"

"That maybe you'd go shopping with me. I could come by and pick you up."

Vince glanced outside. It wouldn't be dark for another couple of hours. "I'm afraid I can't leave right now, but we're still on for tonight, right? Nine o'clock?"

"Right." Though she tried to hide it, he heard the disappointment in her voice.

"I'm sorry, darlin'."

"It's okay, I understand. See ya later."

He swore softly as he hung up the receiver. Not that he particularly wanted to go shopping for dishes, but he hated to disappoint Cara. Still, it couldn't be helped.

At dusk, he took the Chevy for a test run. Twenty minutes later, the owner came to pick it up.

Vince closed up shop, took a shower, pulled on a pair of jeans and a black shirt, and combed his hair.

Leaving the garage, he prowled the streets, searching for prey. It didn't take him long. He fed quickly, then went to The Nocturne to pass a few hours until it was time to meet Cara.

It was with a mingled sense of anticipation and trepidation that he slid behind the wheel of the Mustang and drove to the library. Tonight. He would tell her the truth tonight.

Cara looked up when the library door opened. All night, she had been on pins and needles. Every time the door opened, she had hoped it would be Vince. She checked the time, thinking that the hours had never passed so slowly.

She was working in the stacks a few minutes before closing time when she sensed a presence behind her. Hoping it was Vince, she turned around, only to come face to face with Anton.

"Hi, sweet cakes," he said cheerfully.

"Hello."

"I haven't seen you for a while, so I thought I'd come by and make sure you're all right."

"I'm fine, thank you."

He canted his head to one side. "You're mad at me, aren't you?"

"Why should I be mad?" she retorted.

"Why, indeed?"

"You were right about my parents," she said. "I guess I can't be mad at you for that."
Even though you made me see my parents for what they truly are and ruined my life
, she thought bleakly.

"I'm sorry if I spoke out of turn," he said with an apologetic smile, "but I really thought you should know."

"And now I do. If you'll excuse me, I've got work to do."

"How about if I wait for you to get off? We could go out for a drink."

"No, thank you. I have a date."

"I see. How about tomorrow night?"

"I don't think so."

"So you are mad."

"No, I'm just not interested in seeing you anymore. I'm sorry."

"Because I told you about your parents?"

"Partly."

He lifted one brow. "Partly?"

"I really have to go, Anton."

He nodded, his eyes narrowing. He looked suddenly ominous, even dangerous. She told herself she was seeing things that weren't there, but she couldn't stifle the shiver of unease that ran down her spine. She watched him walk away and breathed a sigh of relief when he went out the door. Hopefully, she would never see him again.

"Is that him?" Sarah Beth asked, coming up behind her.

"Him?" Cara shelved the last book on the cart and started toward the front desk.

"The man who's had you tied in knots the last few days," Sarah Beth said, falling into step beside her.

"Oh, no."

"Good, cause I don't like his looks at all."

Before Cara could reply, the door opened again. This time she didn't have to look to know that Vince had arrived.