Page 98 of My Vampire Plus-One

Hopefully, we would have time to explore his past together, later.

In the here and now, Reggie moved his hand from where it rested against the wall beside my head and covered mine with it. He squeezed gently, his bright blue eyes full of unspoken question.

Are you sure?

I’d spent my entire life avoiding risks, not putting so much as a single toe out of line. But as I looked into his eyes, and thought about what taking this leap might mean…

For the first time in recent memory, there was nothing I wanted more than to jump.

I didn’t have to know what this meant for next week, or next month, or two years from now. I wanted this fornow. That was enough.

I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered, barely trusting my voice.

It was like a switch flipped inside him. Whereas moments ago his kisses had been gentle and restrained, now he was a man unleashed. His hands slid down my body and gripped my ass, hauling me closer to him, the chill of his touch seeping through the fabric of my clothes and down to my skin. My arms wrapped instinctively around his neck, and he held me tight, tighter, as he ravished my mouth, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before delving inside. He smelled incredible—like the laundry detergent he must have used on his shirt, cool male skin, and his own uniquely Reggie scent. It was indescribably erotic, what we were doing. I moaned against the pleasure already rising inside me.

“I’m going to make you feel so good tonight,” he promised against my lips. “Can I tell you what I plan to do?”

There was a hint of wickedness in his voice. I melted against him. “Yes.” My hands slid into his hair, tugging hard on the strands of messy gold. He groaned—he liked that, I thought through my haze of lust; I’d have to file that away for later—and gripped my ass hard. “Tell me.”

It took him a moment to regain composure enough to respond. “I’m going to bend you over every flat surface in this apartment like we are in one of those filthy Regency novels Frederick pretends he doesn’t read,” he murmured against my cheek.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Even now, he was doing his utmost to disarm me. To put me at ease. But my heart was threatening to beat right out of my chest, and the way he’d begun moving against me showed me he wanted this as much as I did.

The time for jokes was over.

Risking everything, I slid my hand down his torso, not stopping until I reached the bulge at the front of his jeans.

The noise he made was so guttural it was barely human. The sound went straight between my legs, making me crave the feelof him above me, pressing me down into the mattress. I wanted to see him, tofeelhim go feral with me.

His mouth was back on my neck, kissing and licking and sucking with so much enthusiasm I would definitely have a massive bruise tomorrow. He was whimpering as he mouthed at me, his hips speeding up as I gripped him. I couldn’t help but wonder whether he wanted to bite my neck and taste my blood.

A groan went through me at the thought of him sinking his teeth into me. His tongue, lapping at the puncture wounds he’d made. The pleasure of my taste driving him into an even greater frenzy.

“I better stop,” he said. If he had been breathing heavily earlier, he was gasping now. “We haven’t discussed…” He trailed off and buried his face in my neck again. “I want you—allof you—so badly. I just know you would taste so sweet. Like something out of my filthiest, most reprehensible wet dreams. But I…You…”

He shook himself a little, and pulled back so that he could gauge my reaction to his half confession. His eyes were wild, black pupils blown huge inside brilliant blue irises. He looked desperate. Broken.

I reached up, cupping his cheek in my free hand. He leaned into my touch, his blue eyes never leaving my face. How could I tell him what I was thinking? Slowly—so slowly—I unbuttoned his jeans.

“How connected are blood and sex for you?” I asked.

He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut tight. His cock throbbed once,hard, against my palm.

“They don’t have to be connected at all if you don’t want them to be,” he breathed. “I promise. But…but in order to finish, I—”

“Have you ever touched yourself, imagining drinking my blood?” The Amelia of three weeks ago could never have imagined I’d be having this conversation today. That I would be saying these things. That I would even be in this situation in the first place.

But here I was, dirty talking a vampire, trying to make him lose control. Just a little. And getting more turned on by it than anything I’d ever experienced in my life.

“Yes,” he confessed. “I don’t feed directly from humans anymore, but—fuck, yes.” His face was still buried in the crook of my neck. His hips were now moving relentlessly against my hand. “So many times. Nearly every night since—fuck—since I met you.”

We were skating dangerously close to an edge from which there would be no return. I knew that. Before we went any further, I had to know there was a safety net to catch me when I fell. “If I take you to my bedroom right now, will you want to…” I licked my lips without thinking about it. His eyes tracked the movement of my tongue.Ravenous.“Will you want to bite me?”

His answer was immediate. “Yes.” He stopped his movements, his hands coming up to cup my face. Cool palms against flushed skin. “I will. If I get you in your bed, if I get younaked—I’ll want to bite you just as badly as I’ll want to fuck you.”

The unadulterated lust I saw in his eyes threatened to liquefy me where I stood. “Reggie—”

“I would be so gentle with you,” he murmured, fingertips caressing my chin. “You wouldn’t feel a thing—and you would be in no danger. I promise. But if that’s not something you want, I’ll just…” He trailed off. Shook his head. “We can make this about you, instead. I want you however I can get you. In any way you will let me touch you.”

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