Secret Life Of A Vampire (15 page)

“Jack!” Her muscles clenched and she stopped breathing.

All was deathly silent for a moment. Even the serenade from below had stopped. Jack pulled his fingers out and tugged at her clitoris.

With a scream, she shattered. Her body convulsed. Pigeons, scared from their roosts, circled the bell tower with a flurry of beating wings. Jack leaned against the wall, dizzy with weakness as the sky lightened, announcing the imminent arrival of the sun.

With the last of his strength, he teleported them to his room at the townhouse in New York City. He collapsed on the bed with Lara landing beside him.

The alarm blared, set off by them teleporting in. Fortunately, no one was around to hear it, other than him. Phineas would be at Romatech, working. Jack fumbled in his jeans pocket for his keypad, then punched the button to turn off the alarm.

“What… what happened?” Lara whispered.

He breathed deeply as super vampire strength poured back into his body. The night was still young in New York. He had hours now that he could spend making love to Lara.

And that was exactly what he planned to do.

Lara pressed a hand to her brow as she waited for the room to stop spinning. Everything had happened so quickly. She'd had such a huge orgasm, she thought she'd passed out. But now, she realized they'd teleported.

Jack shifted position beside her, causing the bed to jiggle slightly. Bed? She was on her back in a bed. On a black-and-red-striped bedspread.

Jack propped himself up on an elbow and peered down at her. “Are you all right?”

She caught her breath. He'd said that he loved her. “Jack.” She touched his cheek.

“Cara mia.” With a smile, he skimmed his fingers down her neck, then down between her breasts. “Where were we?”

“Where are we?” She glanced around the room. The black furniture and plain, cream-colored walls looked awfully modern for a palazzo.

He cupped her breast. “My bedroom.”

“We…” She shuddered when he teased her nipple. An aftershock from her orgasm shot through her. “Oh God.” He was so good. And he'd said that he loved her.

He removed his leather jacket and tossed it on the floor.

“We—we teleported, right?”

“Yes.” He stretched out beside her.

“To your bedroom at the palazzo?”

He hesitated, then kissed her brow. “It doesn't matter. We're together, and we have all night.”

“I…” She had trouble concentrating when he was nibbling down her neck. “Are we still in Venice?” She felt his sigh against her skin.

“We're in New York.”

She frowned. “But I was having a great time in Venice.”

“I noticed.” He untied the ribbons that fastened the cape around her neck. “You were shuddering in my arms, drenching my hand, and nearly ripping my hair out.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks, and another aftershock hummed between her legs. She'd never had an orgasm like that before. She'd screamed so loud, she'd probably afflicted permanent trauma on all the pigeons. But it had been so incredibly romantic. And Jack had said that he loved her. “I loved it there. Why did we leave?”

“We only planned to go for a few hours, remember? We wanted to do more work on the Apollo case.”

“We're not exactly working here.”

He smiled as he circled a finger around one of her breasts. “I was distracted by the lure of heaven.”

She took a deep breath. “Venice was very romantic.”

“We can be romantic here.” He gave her a hopeful look.

He wanted to make love to her. Lara swallowed hard. It was one thing to get blindsided with his declaration of love in Venice. She'd gotten swept into a whirlwind of passion, and it had been glorious. Unfortunately, another teleportation trip had knocked her back to reality.

She still didn't know jack about Jack.

She'd asked him flat out how old he was, and he had evaded the question. She'd hoped to find out more about him on the date, but he'd managed to tell her nothing—except that he loved her. “I'm feeling a little frustrated.”

He glanced at his jeans. “You're not the only one.”

“Do you really love me?”

“Yes.” He met her gaze, his eyes intense and sincere. “I do love you.”

Her eyes blurred with tears. “Why did you take me to Venice?”

“I wanted to share my home with you. I wanted to know if you could love it the way I do.”

“Jack.” She touched his cheek. “I did love it. I didn't want to leave.”

“Then could you see yourself living there? With me?”

She gulped. “That—that's kinda sudden.” How could she live with a man she knew so little about? She knew he was sweet and loveable. She knew he had to be human. He felt emotions like a human. He said he loved her. And right now, he looked genuinely worried. She sat up and located her bra squished inside her dress. She refastened it.

Jack sat beside her. “You don't have to go.”

“I think I do.” She buttoned up her dress. “I seem to have lost my belt.”

“I'll call Mario, and he'll have someone collect it. I can return it to you tomorrow night.”

“You could teleport back tomorrow night?” When he nodded, she continued, “But you can't go now?”

He looked away. “No.”

“That's not making any sense to me.”

He remained silent.

Her shoulders drooped. “You're not going to explain, are you?” She blinked back tears. How could he say he loved her, if he didn't trust her? She slid off the bed and retrieved her underwear from his jacket pocket. His ring was still stuck to it.

“Lara, you don't have to go.”

He looked so sad, it was breaking her heart. “I—I don't have my handbag.”

“I'll bring it to your apartment later.”

“I need it now, so I can take a cab home.”

Jack sighed. “I'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere.”

“Okay.” Lara perched on the edge of his bed. He vanished in front of her eyes.

“Oh, shit.” She collapsed onto his bed and gazed at the ceiling. She was falling in love with him. He had all the wonderful qualities she'd ever wanted in a man. But those additional qualities, those supernatural powers, gave her pause.

She'd been forced to the conclusion that somehow he was genetically different from the average human. Some sort of strange mutation had occurred in the human species that gave some people super powers and incredibly long life spans. And he wasn't alone. There were others like him, and they wanted their existence kept secret. Maybe they were afraid of being misunderstood or exploited. They had a point. If others thought they had discovered the fountain of youth, they would be hunted down for the secret.

But she would never do anything to hurt Jack or his friends. Why wouldn't he trust her?

She closed her eyes and remembered their playfulness in the gondola and their passion in the bell tower. My God, what passion. She'd never experienced anything that wild and exciting before. It would be so easy to strip off her clothes and climb into Jack's bed.

She turned her head to look at the pillows. She could spend the night here. Jack would give her a night of glorious sex. And she wanted him. She wanted him so bad.

But she wanted answers, too! How could she make herself completely vulnerable to a man who wouldn't tell her anything?

He'd said that he loved her.

Dammit! Lara sat up. If he loved her, he needed to trust her. She wanted to love him, but how could she make that final plunge when he kept so many secrets from her?

With a sigh, she dropped her underwear on the bed. She hung the velvet cape in his closet. She couldn't resist grazing her fingers over his other clothes. Damn, she was in so deep.

She used the phone on Jack's bedside table to call a cab. Then she took her underwear into his bathroom to search for a pair of scissors. There was no mirror above the vanity. How strange. She rummaged through the drawers. Toothpaste, razors, dental floss, the usual stuff. For a supernatural being, Jack could seem awfully normal.

She found a small pair of scissors and snipped his ring free. It was a heavy, golden ring with some kind of elaborate insignia on top. Very old-looking. Strands of her underwear were still entwined in the design. She pulled the strands free and set the ring on the vanity.

“Lara?” Jack's voice came from the bedroom. He must have just teleported back.

She quickly put on her underwear, then opened the bathroom door. “I'm here.” The look of relief on his face touched her heart.

He set her handbag on his dresser. “I'd like to take you out again.” He gazed at her with that hungry look that made her knees weak. “We have unfinished business.”

Good Lord, if the man was any sexier, she'd have a heart attack. But what a way to go. “I—I had a wonderful time.” Sheesh, what a lame thing to say.

“You screamed.”

“Well, yes.” Her cheeks grew hot. “I don't usually…”

“I liked it.” His eyes glittered with a softness that made her heart squeeze painfully in her chest.

Oh, she wanted to run into his arms. She wanted to love him. “Jack, I'm so… tempted by you.”

The gold flecks in his eyes started to gleam. “Cara mia, let me love you.”

She sucked in a ragged breath and prayed for strength. “I can't. I can't get more involved with you until you tell me everything.” She lifted her chin. “So, here's your chance. Talk to me. Let me into your world.”

He grimaced with a pained expression. “Lara, there are several reasons why I can't tell you. If it was only me, I might risk it. But there are others like me—dear friends who trust me. Their lives depend on my silence.”

“I wouldn't do anything to hurt you or your friends.”

He shook his head. “I can't risk their lives.”

Dammit, why wouldn't he trust her? She clutched her hands into fists.

“I'm sorry, Lara, but I have to be loyal to my friends. Would you be able to respect me if I was the type of man to betray them?”

For the first time, she realized she was forcing him to choose between her and his friends. And if what she suspected was true, and he was centuries old, then he could have had these friends for a long, long time. Still, she was falling in love with him. Didn't she have the right to expect his trust?

She made a strangled sound of frustration. “What will it take for you to open up to me? Do we have to be married before it could happen?”

His eyes widened. “Are you proposing?”

“No!” She gritted her teeth. “I was being sarcastic.”

His brows drew together. “Do not toy with me, Lara.”

She groaned. “I only meant that if we're going to make ourselves vulnerable to each other, then we have to trust each other. I can't go any further until you trust me enough to tell me everything.”

He dragged a hand through his hair. “Isn't it enough that I love you? That I would protect you with my life? And I will honor and cherish you for the rest of my life?”

That was beautiful, but still, she needed to know. “How long a life are we talking about exactly?”

He scowled at her. “It shouldn't matter. Not if you love me.”

“Of course it matters! I'm not stupid, Jack. I'm guessing that you're really old. In fact, I have this bizarre theory that Giacomo Casanova is actually your father. Can you deny that?”

His face paled.

Her heart sank as time stretched out and he remained silent. He couldn't deny it. Her theory must be correct.

She pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from crying out loud. What was she doing here? She couldn't fall in love with someone who never aged. This was awful! He should have warned her.

He had. He'd told her to run like the hounds of hell were after her. He'd tried to avoid her. She was the one who had tracked him down at the wedding, at his townhouse, at Romatech. She'd pursued him relentlessly.

And now, he said he loved her.

Oh God, what had she done? “I need to go.” She grabbed her handbag and strode from the room.

“Lara, I could teleport you home.” He followed her as she headed down the stairs. “Or I could drive.”

“I already called a cab.” She was breathing heavily by the time she reached the ground floor. Her chest felt like it had been hit by a Mack truck.

“I need to turn off the alarm.” He zoomed past her to the security panel by the door.

Tears stung her eyes. He was so different from her. Too different. “I won't tell anyone about you. You can trust me, Jack. You and your friends will be safe.”

He frowned as he opened the door. “I want to see you again. We've come too far to give up now.”

She stepped onto the front porch. It hurt too much to give him up entirely. “We'll keep in touch. We're working that case together, remember?” She descended the steps. “I was really impressed by all the work you did.”

“When I am determined, nothing can stop me from obtaining my goal.”

She paused at the sidewalk to look back at him. He was watching her with a fierce gleam in his eyes. She had to wonder if she had become his personal goal.

Lara dragged out of bed Tuesday afternoon about one. She'd been too upset to sleep when she'd returned to her apartment the night before. And she needed to stay acclimated to the night shift. So she kept herself busy printing off hard copies and studying all the material from the Apollo folder that she'd e-mailed to herself.

By five a.m., the kitchen table was covered with information, and her eyes were stinging too much to look at it anymore. She'd stumbled off to bed. Her last waking thought had been about Jack. She'd been right to back off. But when her eyes flitted shut, she remembered the soft way his eyes glimmered with love when he looked at her.

“Jack,” she whispered and hugged the spare pillow to her chest. How could she not want him? She drifted off to sleep and dreamed of Venice.

After she awoke, she trudged into the kitchen, still bleary-eyed. She started the coffee machine and fixed herself a bowl of cereal. There was a dirty bowl and glass in the sink. LaToya must have been in a rush this morning before going to work.

Lara was sitting at the kitchen table, methodically spooning cereal into her mouth and wondering if Jack ever ate cereal, when she noticed the table was bare.

She blinked. Where the hell was all the stuff she'd printed out? She jumped to her feet and quickly checked the apartment. All the Apollo papers were gone.

LaToya. Lara grabbed the phone and called her.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” LaToya told her. “I was just about to call to wake you up. I think they're going to want to see you.”

“Who?”

“The special task force,” LaToya said. “Can you believe it? This is so exciting. Here, let me get into an interrogation room here so no one can hear us.”

“LaToya, did you take all my Apollo stuff?”

“Of course. You had so much information, girlfriend. It was amazing.”

Lara's heart sank. “You shouldn't have taken it.”

There was a pause, then LaToya whispered, “Are you serious? Girl, you can't withhold information concerning an ongoing investigation. People get arrested for that.”

Lara winced. Her roommate had a point. “All right, but you should have asked me before taking it.”

LaToya scoffed. “Why? Were you intending to keep it a secret? I thought we were working together. And I thought the idea was to catch the guy.”

“Well, yes, but…” She'd wanted to work the case with Jack. If the police took over, she'd have no reason to see him again. Her heart sank deeper.