Page 43 of Vampire Lee

Dillon’s fingers dug into his chest, and he winced but did nothing to dislodge them. “You’re okay. I promise.”

The noise died down to raspy breaths, and Lee continued to knead his muscles and murmur nonsense. He didn’t know what he said, mostly told Dillon he was fine, and Lee was sorry.

Little by little, Dillon relaxed in his arms.

“There you go. You’re all right.”

Lee massaged his neck and rested his chin on the top of Dillon’s head, a shuddering breath leaving him. Fuck, that was nerve-wracking, and he was only the spectator. “I only meant to smell you, swear to God.”

Dillon snorted, which made Lee hug him tighter to his chest.

“You smell awfully nice when you’re not panicking.” He inhaled. “Like…” What did he smell like? “…human, I guess.”

“How strange.” Dillon’s voice was nothing but a broken whisper, but it made Lee grin.

“I know, so strange.” He leaned back and tried to look into Dillon’s eyes, but when he did, Dillon closed his.

“Come on, babe. Look at me.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“You did before and nothing happened.”

Dillon remained quiet for several seconds. “Then there were other people around, and we weren’t in bed.”

Ah, the bed. Lee bent and kissed his forehead. “I won’t ever control your mind.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Look at me.”

Dillon shook his head, and Lee leaned forward again and kissed his temple, then his cheek, then a little closer to Dillon’s mouth, and those eyes shot open.

“There you go.” Lee brushed his lips over Dillon’s, not so much a kiss as a caress. “I’m sorry, I fucked up.”

Chapter 13

Dillon swallowed hard. What the hell just happened? Lee was kissing him, sort of. He didn’t think it was part of the cuddling, or maybe it was. He frowned at him, and Lee grinned—no pointy teeth showing.

“What are you doing?” His whisper was so low, he was surprised Lee heard him, but then again, he was in bed with a vampire. Freaky super senses.

“Well, I was aiming for some undemanding body contact, but I think I screwed up.”

“You think?”

“I only wanted to smell you.” Lee grinned again.

“You smell me now.”

“Yeah, but I wanted…” He grabbed Dillon’s hand and raised it to his face. Part of him wanted to yank away, being bitten on or near the hands hurt like hell—unless they fooled his mind into thinking it was pleasurable.

Lee ran his nose over his wrist. So weird. “Sunshine.”

“Huh?”

“You smell of sunshine.”

“Did you hit your head at some point today?”

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