it’s your first time, but I also know I can’t do anything to make it easier for you. I can’t risk it. Last time, I nearly died. This time I’m not sure I would survive.”
“And I’m guessing you dying on me might be a little more traumatic than me not…you know…”
“Coming apart in my arms. You were beautiful.”
“Yeah, if only I hadn’t melted your brain afterward.”
A small smile tugged at his lips. He took a step closer so the heat radiating from his body warmed her skin. “Well, keep that in mind,” he said. “If you feel anything—anything at all—tell me to stop.”
He looked sexy as hell in his black jeans and black T-shirt. And she couldn’t help it; at the thought of what they were going to do together, her sex grew hot and heavy, damp with need.
His nostrils flared and he closed his eyes for a moment. “I’ve never tried not to make a girl come before.”
She didn’t want to hear about him and other girls. “I’ll recite poetry in my head, or do my times tables or—”
He cut her off with a glance, grasped the hem of her T-shirt and tugged it over her head. Then his hands went to her waist, unsnapped her jeans, and stripped them from her together with her panties. In seconds, she was naked.
For a moment, he stared down at her, his expression hot with need. She flicked her gaze down his long lean body and saw the line of his erection pressing against his jeans.
Her mouth went dry and her sex flooded with moist heat. She pressed her thighs together as a pulse started its insistent throb at her very core.
“Two times two is four,” she muttered.
His quick laugh interrupted her, and then the amusement vanished from his face. He stared at her with pure masculine lust and her breath caught in her throat, her nipples tightening almost painfully. She remembered the feel of his lips on her breasts, between her thighs and tried to banish the thought.
He pushed her back against the small cot so she toppled onto her back and lay staring up at him. He appeared huge from this angle and as she watched, he unzipped his jeans and his erection sprang free.
He came down on his knees between her legs, nudging them further apart. Her hips lifted from the bed of their own accord and she closed her eyes and tried to think of something else. Vampires.
Pretend a vampire lay on top of her. About to shove inside her.
But she knew his scent now as though it were her own, and a moan of need escaped her lips.
Then he was nudging at the opening to her body, parting her sex and pushing inside.
“Christ, you’re wet. And tight. And Jesus… that feels so good.”
And he filled her with one stroke.
Keira lay there, feeling the fullness of him, fighting the urge to wrap her legs around him, rub up against him. She could feel the swollen nub at her core, so sensitive, if she shifted slightly…
His hands went to her hips and he held her in place. “Next time.” His words were a dark sensual promise.
Then he balanced on his elbows and withdrew. The drag of him against her flesh was exquisite.
Vampires. There was a particularly scary one called Seth—her skin prickled and shivers ran through her whenever he was close. She screwed her eyes shut and brought up his face in her mind.
Then Connor thrust into her hard and her lids flew open. His face was a mask of concentration. He withdrew, then entered her again. He was big, this was new, and the feeling bordered on pain. She tried to hold on to that as his speed increased until he was slamming into her.
She focused on his face, tried to ignore the ripples of pleasure tugging at her spine. His expression grew fierce, predatory, his eyes almost feral, his lips gritted together in a hard line.
Then finally, his back arched, he shoved into her one last time and flooded her with his seed.
Chapter Ten
“I’m sorry,” he muttered five minutes later. “But that was so fucking good.” Pushing himself onto his elbows, he glanced down. “Shit,
“And I’m guessing you dying on me might be a little more traumatic than me not…you know…”
“Coming apart in my arms. You were beautiful.”
“Yeah, if only I hadn’t melted your brain afterward.”
A small smile tugged at his lips. He took a step closer so the heat radiating from his body warmed her skin. “Well, keep that in mind,” he said. “If you feel anything—anything at all—tell me to stop.”
He looked sexy as hell in his black jeans and black T-shirt. And she couldn’t help it; at the thought of what they were going to do together, her sex grew hot and heavy, damp with need.
His nostrils flared and he closed his eyes for a moment. “I’ve never tried not to make a girl come before.”
She didn’t want to hear about him and other girls. “I’ll recite poetry in my head, or do my times tables or—”
He cut her off with a glance, grasped the hem of her T-shirt and tugged it over her head. Then his hands went to her waist, unsnapped her jeans, and stripped them from her together with her panties. In seconds, she was naked.
For a moment, he stared down at her, his expression hot with need. She flicked her gaze down his long lean body and saw the line of his erection pressing against his jeans.
Her mouth went dry and her sex flooded with moist heat. She pressed her thighs together as a pulse started its insistent throb at her very core.
“Two times two is four,” she muttered.
His quick laugh interrupted her, and then the amusement vanished from his face. He stared at her with pure masculine lust and her breath caught in her throat, her nipples tightening almost painfully. She remembered the feel of his lips on her breasts, between her thighs and tried to banish the thought.
He pushed her back against the small cot so she toppled onto her back and lay staring up at him. He appeared huge from this angle and as she watched, he unzipped his jeans and his erection sprang free.
He came down on his knees between her legs, nudging them further apart. Her hips lifted from the bed of their own accord and she closed her eyes and tried to think of something else. Vampires.
Pretend a vampire lay on top of her. About to shove inside her.
But she knew his scent now as though it were her own, and a moan of need escaped her lips.
Then he was nudging at the opening to her body, parting her sex and pushing inside.
“Christ, you’re wet. And tight. And Jesus… that feels so good.”
And he filled her with one stroke.
Keira lay there, feeling the fullness of him, fighting the urge to wrap her legs around him, rub up against him. She could feel the swollen nub at her core, so sensitive, if she shifted slightly…
His hands went to her hips and he held her in place. “Next time.” His words were a dark sensual promise.
Then he balanced on his elbows and withdrew. The drag of him against her flesh was exquisite.
Vampires. There was a particularly scary one called Seth—her skin prickled and shivers ran through her whenever he was close. She screwed her eyes shut and brought up his face in her mind.
Then Connor thrust into her hard and her lids flew open. His face was a mask of concentration. He withdrew, then entered her again. He was big, this was new, and the feeling bordered on pain. She tried to hold on to that as his speed increased until he was slamming into her.
She focused on his face, tried to ignore the ripples of pleasure tugging at her spine. His expression grew fierce, predatory, his eyes almost feral, his lips gritted together in a hard line.
Then finally, his back arched, he shoved into her one last time and flooded her with his seed.
Chapter Ten
“I’m sorry,” he muttered five minutes later. “But that was so fucking good.” Pushing himself onto his elbows, he glanced down. “Shit,
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