Page 37 of Tempting the Dhampir

Sadie rolls her back as she slowly straightens and pads over to the other side of the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, she pushes those glorious tits out. “What am I doing, zooms?”

I don’t trust that coy tone one bit.

“You’re playing dirty. You want me to break first.” I put down the cups and stalk over to her, stopping so close she has to tilt her head back to look at me.

“You’ve got so much to tempt me with. There’s no way I can compete with the effect you have on me with this stunning body,” I admit, my voice remarkably raspy.

Reaching out my right hand unhurriedly so Sadie can stop me at any time, I let my fingers brush along her collarbone. Wanting to confirm that she’s okay with my touch, I shift my gaze from my fingers, where they’re dancing across her skin, to her face. To the rosy color of her cheeks and her parted mouth. Sadie’s almost as affected by my touch as I’m affected by touching her.

I move my hand down at a leisurely pace. I want her to be able to stop me at any moment if there’s a chance I’m crossing a boundary she’s not happy with. But the goose bumps in the wake of my touch and her rapidly increasing breaths let me know I’ve got the green light to continue.

I skim the backs of my fingers between the valley of her breasts to under the curve of her right breast. Her breath hitches, and it’s like a physical touch that tugs on my cock.

I continue my patient exploration of her body, tracing the dip of her waist to the curve of her hips. When I reach the flimsy string of her bikini, I follow its line across her body, slowing my progress when I’m directly over her pussy. Not allowing myself to linger too long, I continue tracing the string to the other side. I shift my hand so the backs of my fingers drag over her left hip and continue their journey up, skimming across her ribs, under her left breast, up to her sternum.

When I reach Sadie’s throat, I splay my hand lightly around her neck. Her breaths turn to pants, and my own breathing is labored. Our rapidly beating heartbeats synchronize in their rhythm. The scent of her arousal wraps around me, spurring me on.

I slowly trace her lips with my thumb, smearing her red lipstick on her bottom lip first, then her top lip as I circle her mouth. When my thumb is back on her bottom lip, I push down slightly, and she opens her mouth a fraction wider.

The moment is electric. I feel like we’re suspended in the air, supercharged in a cloud about to erupt in an electric storm. Like lightning waiting on the fringes to strike down at a moment’s notice.

Sadie’s tongue darts out to taste my finger. When I drag my gaze from her lips, I can see the want in her eyes. She nips at my thumb, and I push it deeper into her mouth, past the first knuckle. Closing her lips around it, she sucks, and I’m done for. My breathing turns ragged, and a hungry groan falls past my lips, my cock straining toward her.

I want to kiss this gorgeous woman. I want to consume her. Worship her. I want to bring her to such pleasurable heights that the mere thought of me makes her wet.

I ease my thumb from Sadie’s mouth, and she chases it with another nip. Her nipples are so hard they’re almost jutting through the flimsy material.

Sadie moves away from me and reaches for her coffee. She composes herself as she takes a sip, then with a self-satisfied smile in place, she does a little shoulder shimmy and singsongs, “You think I’m sexy.”

“I thought we established that fact,” I say flatly, adjusting my very obvious hard-on.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Oh yeah? What do you like about me?”

Sadie looks my body up and down, tilts her head this way and that, and makes a motion for me to turn around. I do a slow spin for her and wait for her answer with bated breath.

“You’re nice enough to look at,” she says, all blasé.

I smirk back at her. “Liar. Your delicious scent has been spelling out exactly how attracted you are to me. When you did your little assessment of my body, it totally spiked, kind of like an unspoken confession. Besides that, you could’ve tried to convince me with your cool act, but the way your heart is galloping is kind of a dead giveaway.”

“You can hear my heart?” Sadie asks, eyes as big as saucers.

“I can hear lots of little sounds, better keep that in mind for the rest of your stay.”

“Pft. I was just joking.” She rolls her eyes and waves a dismissive hand, clearly uncomfortable with being called out. “Not to change the topic or anything, but is there a plan for today?”

I take a sip of my lukewarm coffee and grimace. “I was thinking maybe we can head down around sunset and I can show you around the hotel. Last night went fast and might have been overwhelming on top of everything that’s happened over the last two days. So, if you’re up for it, let’s maybe meet around eight?”

“Sounds good. Think I can go like this?” Sadie gestures to the scraps of material covering only her best bits.

I shake my head. “Sparkles. Please don’t let me die at twenty-eight. You’d start a riot if you went downstairs looking this good, and then I’d have to fight each male off. I’d totally try, but success is not guaranteed when going up against certain species.” I try to think about who we have scheduled to visit and if I could possibly fight them.

“Just kidding. I’ll pick something that covers a bit more. But it’s still going to be very much my style.” Sadie adds the last sentence like she thinks I’m not going to approve.

“Wouldn’t want you to be anything but yourself,” I say sincerely.

The look she gives me is half surprised and half touched, as if the men in her past haven’t truly appreciated her for exactly who she is. I’ll be sure to regularly remind her how perfect she is.

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