The Fangover (8 page)

She probably didn’t need to be that specific, but once she started babbling, she couldn’t seem to stop. Going for another sip of her blood, she banged her teeth with the rim of the wineglass. She sighed. She was such a dork. It was a fact.

Wyatt gave her a low, slow grin that did strange things to her insides. “I drive you nuts? Sexually?”

Duh. “Yes.”

“That’s good to know. Because you drive me nuts. Sexually.”

He was leaning closer to her. That was good. “Oh,” was her brilliant response.

“Want to drive each other nuts right now?”

There were probably mysteries that needed solving and Johnny’s possessions needed cataloging, but what was another thirty minutes? Wyatt’s hand landed on her knee. Or an hour.

“We could do that,” she said breathlessly. Who the hell did that voice belong to? She’d never heard herself sound like that before. Next she’d be giggling and getting a purse pooch.

“Where should we start?” Wyatt’s thumb moved in a circle on her knee, over and over, a slow, steady touch that made goose bumps raise on her skin underneath the denim of her jeans.

The problem with not having had sex in three decades (before the other night, that is) was that she didn’t really know how to play the seduction game. Then again, she’d coughed up that weird girly voice, so maybe she needed to stop thinking and just go with it. “You’re definitely heading in the right direction,” she told him.

“Should I go north?” His hand started to slide up her thigh.

“That works.” Stella studied his lips, so close to hers. She wanted to be kissing him again. She honestly had forgotten how lovely making out with someone could be until twenty minutes ago.

Instead of waiting for him to kiss her, Stella decided to take matters into her own hands and move in on Wyatt. Going with her impulse, she buried her fingers in his thick, wavy hair. It felt as good as it looked. A man shouldn’t have hair that sexy. It was just criminal. His eyes darkened as he realized her intent, his feathery touch moving closer and closer to her inner thighs.

Stella let her eyes drift closed as she dropped her lips onto his. It was amazing how easy it was to kiss him, how naturally their mouths fit together, how comfortable she was taking the lead and teasing her tongue inside him. Within seconds, their kisses heated up, an urgency entering their movements as their tongues dueled with each other. Stella’s nipples thrust forward against her bra, and she felt a warmth spreading throughout her body and coalescing in her most intimate spot. Remembering the thrust of him into her against the counter, Stella gave a soft moan. Her body was aching to repeat that particular pleasure.

Wyatt’s thumb finally reached the apex of her thighs and rubbed over her jeans right where her clitoris was. She lifted her right leg onto his to bring herself closer to his touch, wanting more of the delicious sensation. He took the obvious invitation and cupped his hand so that he was touching her from the seat of her backside to the zipper of her jeans. It was a simple touch, but intimate and dominating, one that heightened her arousal. Instinctively, she started rocking onto his hand, wanting harder contact.

“Stella,” he murmured, nipping at her bottom lip.

Oh, that was such a mistake if he wanted to take this slow. It sent her desire into overdrive, but maybe that had been his intention. Going onto her knees, she yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor so that when she kissed him again, her breasts were up against his rock-solid chest. Good, but not quite good enough. Reaching back, she undid her bra and sent that sailing. She wanted her flesh against him, her tight nipples brushing on the cotton of his T-shirt while his tongue plunged into her with hard, possessive kisses.

Chapter Seven

ROLL WITH IT, BABY

W
YATT
hadn’t seen the night going down this way, but he was going to roll with it. As Stella stripped off her bra, he stared at the smooth, creamy perfection of her small breasts, her nipples tight little dusky buds just begging to be sucked. Stella was a tiny woman, and Wyatt knew she’d been raised in poverty and malnutrition in Ireland at the turn of the last century, so everything about her was petite. He was glad she wasn’t mortal because he’d be worried about gripping too hard, pumping too fast, hurting her in some way. But he didn’t have to worry about bruising or hurting her, and she was acting like she wanted it hard and fast.

Hallelujah.

He took one nipple into his mouth and suckled it, tweaking the other one with his fingers. Her response was to rock down onto him, her legs on either side of his. Part of him wondered if she would pull away as fast as she had the first time, but he wasn’t going to worry about that enough to halt what they were doing. He hadn’t expected to be in this position again without a lot of time, finessing, and alcohol. But here they were and he was going to take full advantage. Holding on to her tiny waist, he continued to suck and nip at her, loving the way she gave him such clear signals that she was enjoying his touch. When he tugged her nipple forward, she gasped in delight, her fingers digging into his skin. She didn’t seem to have any worry about hurting him. That was a serious grip she had going on.

“Take your shirt off,” she said, her voice breathy and eager. “I want to feel you against me.”

He couldn’t argue with that. Wyatt jerked his shirt off over his head, the chain and silver gun pendant dropping back down onto his chest. That necklace and a tattoo on his hipbone were the only remnants of his gunslinger days. Stella bent over and kissed his shoulder blade while he palmed her nipple. His eyes drifted shut at the soft, worshipful touch. Damn, this was a fantasy sprung to life for him.

Her teeth wrapped around his necklace and she tugged lightly on the chain before letting it drop. “I’ve always liked your necklace, though it’s not exactly politically correct.”

Wyatt pinched her nipple again, enjoying the gasp she gave, the dark pools of desire her emerald eyes had become. “That’s not my job to worry about someone else’s feelings or beliefs. I’m a vampire. I live my life my own way. Now stop talking and kiss me again.”

He wouldn’t have thought Stella would like to be dominated in bed, given that she was something of a control freak, but that’s what his gut told him she wanted. She liked to start it up then turn it over. He was more than happy to oblige.

“Bossy,” she said in a flirty voice. “Geez.”

“You like it, admit it.” Wyatt smacked her ass. It was a good ass. One he’d stared at in the bar many, many times. He’d seen tourists staring at her ass, too, as they drank themselves silly and danced to the music their cover band, The Impalers, pounded out night after night. As far as Wyatt knew though, none of them had ever been allowed to touch Stella’s stellar ass. But he was now, and it was small and tight and made him want to slide his dick into her from behind so he could see all her sexy, smooth skin surrounding him.

“Hey!”

It was the most fake indignation he’d ever heard. Especially since her ass actually arched out toward his hand when he pulled it away.

Wyatt popped the button on her jeans, ignoring her obvious request. If he was going to have another crack at her, he wanted no fabric between the palm of his hand and her skin. Her breath caught.

“Did I say you could take my pants off?” she asked.

Little flirt. He was so smacking her ass again. “I thought it was implied.” Wyatt yanked the zipper down and flicked his finger on the waistband of her panties. “Once you took off your shirt, you left me with no choice but to get you totally naked and fuck you senseless.”

She bit her lip, plump and pink from his kisses. “I suppose you’re right. I guess you have to do what you have to do.”

“What I’m going to do is you.” Wyatt took her jeans and panties down to her thighs, then flipped her onto her stomach so he could work them the rest of the way down her legs.

“This isn’t very dignified,” she told him. “My face is in the couch pillow.”

“If your face was in a pillow I wouldn’t be able to hear you bitching about it,” he told her, amused. She wanted to play the game obviously, but it was still hard for her to give up that control.

“This makes me feel like a naughty kid.”

“There are whole industries based around that feeling, sweetheart.” Wyatt lightly hit her now gloriously bare backside. “Are you saying you don’t see the appeal?” He gave another soft swat.

“No. Of course not.” But her voice and her flesh betrayed her. Goose bumps were on her skin, and she was breathy, excited.

It was the most amazingly sexy thing Wyatt had ever seen and heard. He wasn’t sure exactly how they’d gotten here but he fucking loved it.

When he didn’t smack her again, he watched the almost imperceptible shift as she raised her ass slightly in offering. Didn’t like it, huh? That was such a lie. Determined to tease her, he caressed her flesh instead, skimming his palm over her curves, brushing down to where the curve met her sex. With just his middle finger, he fluttered between those swollen lips, felt her damp welcoming sweetness, and enjoyed her gasp of approval and the way her knees spread apart to give him ease of access.

But he just pulled away and delivered a resounding slap onto her ass.

She wanted to play, he could play.

Stella jumped, clearly startled, turning her head to try and see him. “Wyatt!”

“What?” He slid his hand over the pink stain that had bloomed on her ass cheek, and went lower, planning to repeat the maneuver. “Don’t you like this? Should I pull your pants back up? Take you home?”

“Yes. I mean, no. I mean, I shouldn’t like this . . .”

She sounded sweetly confused. It sent a rush of blood straight to his cock with the realization that no one else had played with Stella like this before. He was the first. And she liked it. Which made him really like it.

“I’m glad you do.” Wyatt dipped his finger more fully inside her this time, letting his head drop back as he felt how tight and wet she was. Damn, she was just amazing.

“This feels totally dirty or something.”

Her words sounded scandalized. Her body told a different story. Her hips had started moving, creating a nice rhythm so that he had to just sit there while she pumped onto his finger. He added another one to the first and was rewarded by a soft moan.

“Nothing that feels this good is dirty.” Not between two people who cared about each other. That’s what he really wanted to say but he didn’t want to risk her freaking out on him again. He wasn’t sure why she was so resistant to the idea of them dating. If it was just the timing, or something else entirely.

But he was patient. Hell, he had eternity. Literally.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” But he didn’t want to push her too far out of her comfort zone so Wyatt pulled his hand back. She gave a cluck of disappointment but he just urged her up onto her knees.

“Where am I going?” she asked, eyes glazed with passion, cheeks pink.

Usually vampires got flushed only when they fed, but her arousal had caused a rush of blood to her cheeks and he found that as exciting as anything else. She looked beautiful. Luminous. Stunned at the rush of emotion he suddenly felt, Wyatt leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss. “I want to take my pants off.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea.”

It really was one of the best ideas he’d ever had. Wyatt shucked his jeans and briefs, then brought Stella back to him, one of her legs on either side of his thighs. The soft, dewy warmth of her body teased across the tip of his erection. The carpet definitely matched the drapes in Stella’s case, her auburn curls an enticing pop against her pale skin.

He wasn’t sure that he had ever experienced a moment with greater anticipation in his life. Torn between wanting to draw out their mutual ache and satisfying it, Wyatt gripped her waist and flicked his tongue across her nipple.

“Please, Wyatt.” Stella squirmed in his lap, trying to raise herself up so she could join their bodies.

But he wasn’t quite ready. “Bite me again,” he demanded. He wasn’t sure why, other than he wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible. He wanted to connect them, to feel the pull of her fangs inside him while he was inside her. To be something more.

So maybe he did know why. He was in love with Stella. That was why.

He was trying to bind her to him.

Maybe that wasn’t fair. But she never hesitated. Her eyes widened, yet she leaned forward, straight for his neck this time, and licked his flesh before sinking her fangs right into his jugular.

Holy hell. Wyatt groaned at the pleasure her drawing on his blood created inside him. Shifting her hips, he dropped her down onto his cock at the same time he thrust up.

“Oh!” Stella drew back, blood pooling on her lips. “Wyatt!”

Then she went back to sucking him so that every muscle, every ligament, every tendon in his body felt like it was being drawn up on a string by Stella, an erotic tug that pulled him all up and into her. Her mouth was warm, her sex was warm, and he felt like he was floating in a vat of honey, kicking toward an orgasm. He didn’t want to get there before her but he couldn’t stop himself from pumping hard, taking it deep, enjoying the way she broke contact with his neck to cry out, lips cherry red, back arching. Reaching down between their bodies, Wyatt strummed over her clitoris.

Her eyes widened and she paused before silently exploding. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He was overwhelmed with desire and passion and the realization that he did in fact love her and wanted to be with her forever. It was on that thought that he came, hard, holding her tight, his blood on her mouth.

Her gaze caught his and they shared the moment, each riding the wave of their simultaneous orgasm. Stella’s emerald eyes darkened and he was surprised how long they stayed locked on his before she let out a sigh and dropped her head back.

Holy hell. Wyatt sucked in a deep breath and let up his death grip on Stella. That was unreal. The way they came together was just sexy beyond belief. He’d never experienced anything like he had with her.

“Baby, that was incredible,” he said, knowing it was trite, but not having any other words to describe it. He really wanted to tell her the words that were burning in his heart, but he’d already done that and made an ass out of himself. And he hadn’t even meant it then the way he would mean it now.

So he left it at that.

She pushed her hair back off her forehead and gave a soft laugh. “It most definitely was. I could get addicted to this.”

Wyatt fought a grin. He liked the sound of that.

But then she frowned and the moment passed. Before he could say another word, she was off him and back in her jeans.

“So we heading to Johnny’s?” she asked, pulling on her shirt. Like nothing had happened. Nothing whatsoever.

Wyatt stared at her, naked, his lap sadly empty after smoking-hot sex. He ran his fingers through his hair. Reminded himself he was patient. And that the timing was wrong.

“Whatever you want to do.” He wasn’t going to push, but he wasn’t going to roll over and play dead either.

Standing up, Wyatt strode right up to her and took her in his arms without bothering with his clothes. Then he gave her a slow, leisurely kiss, placing her hands straight onto his bare ass. She tasted delicious. “Next time you can do the spanking.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, yeah? Why, are you going to be bad?”

“If driving you nuts is bad, then yeah. But if you’re looking for a bad boy, that’s not me. I don’t believe in treating women like shit.” He kissed the corner of her full mouth. “Just so you know.”

Her fingers flexed on his ass cheeks and he knew he’d driven his point home.