“Nash said he was having it towed here.”
“That’s good.” She pursed her lips, suddenly feeling like a teenager that had never been around a boy before. Holy hell, she’d been alive for forty years, she knew how to talk to a male.
But this was different in every conceivable way. Not only was he hands down the sexiest guy she’d ever met in her entire existence, but he was also her truemate, and that meant that they were going to be spending forever together. No random one-nighter lay ahead for her, she and Sylas were together forever. Period.
And that was pretty damn cool.
He cleared his throat. “Did you want me to leave? I don’t mind if you’re tired, it’s your nighttime.”
She gave his hand a squeeze, shut the van door firmly, and shook her head. “Hell, no. I want you to come to my place so we can spend time together.” She went onto her toes and brushed her lips over his, her skin practically sizzling at the contact. “I don’t want to spend the day away from you when we just met.”
He gave her a relieved smile. “Good. I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want to push things or make you think I was trying to rush.”
“I don’t think that, I promise.”
She led him to the security door and used a code to unlock it. Her apartment was straight down the long hall and to the left. When they reached her door, she unlocked it and pushed the door open. Before she could step over the threshold, he lifted her into his arms and carried her across.
Okay, be still her freaking non-beating heart.
On top of all his physical sexy goodness, he was also romantic.
He kicked the door shut and said with a husky tone, “Where’s the bedroom, sweetness? We’ve got a lot to discuss.”
* * *
Sylas carried his beautiful truemate into the bedroom and was only marginally aware that he’d actually walked through her apartment at her direction and right to the bedroom; he hadn’t noticed any of the furniture or the rooms themselves, he’d been wholly captivated by her.
Beautiful female in his arms.
All his.
His fangs throbbed in his gums, his cat pacing and purring.
Setting her gently on the bed, he tried to take a step back but she grasped his hips and curled her fingers into his skin, holding him in place between her spread legs.
She stared up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with desire.
He traced her jaw with his fingertips, smoothing them down her throat.
Lowering his head, he kissed her, softly at first. Then he let himself go into the kiss, slipping his tongue between her parted lips and tilting her head to deepen the kiss. He delved into her mouth, sliding his tongue against hers, his spine tingling and his cat letting out a deep purr.
He left her tempting lips and kissed his way down her jaw to her neck, sucking lightly on her soft skin before pulling her shirt aside and exposing her shoulder. She sighed softly, undoing the buttons of his shirt swiftly and then tracing her fingertips along the ridges of his abdomen. His skin tingled everywhere she touched, everything tightening and heating within him.
A seam ripped on her shirt, and he froze for a heartbeat.
“Sorry,” he said against her shoulder.
“I’m not.” She leaned back and pulled the shirt over her head, the seam ripping more with the quick motion.
He was momentarily stunned as she made quick work of her clothes. He’d known that vampires could move faster than shifters, but he’d never seen it in action before. His gorgeous mate was suddenly on her knees in the center of the bed, crooking her finger at him, entirely bare.
Snarling, he stripped, his own shirt ripping as he rushed to free himself of the fabric. She gave him the sexiest smile, all heat and woman. He prowled up the bed and caught her behind her knees with his fingers, pulling up and sending her to her back. She let out a laugh and then moaned when he traced his fingers up her thighs and pushed them farther apart.
Pressing lightly on her thighs, he leaned down and inhaled her sweet scent, his fangs throbbing in his gums. He flicked her clit with his tongue and her hips bucked.
Sensitive sweetheart.
All fucking his.