Page 19 of Shut Up and Bite Me

“Why do you have so many extra bedrooms?” he asks, eyeing me curiously, a cocky smirk on his lips.

“I used to house newly turned vampires that needed help adjusting to their new world. They would practice their skills here. And practice mimicking humans so they could function in society. I still help some new vampires every now and then, but, umm…I don’t really do it anymore. I like to keep my house to myself…” I trail off, not wanting to scare him before he’s even settled in.

I can feel his curiosity pique, and I can tell he wants to know more. But thankfully, he doesn’t push it further.We need to keep the boundaries where they are. He can explore the inside and outside of my body but he won’t get my heart.

The thump of his bags makes me jump, and I hadn’t realized I was so zoned into his stare and reading his emotions that I tuned everything else out.

The prettiest smile flashes on his face. “I’m going to stay in here…with you.”

Good.

Swallowing hard, I suddenly feel nervous. I haven’t felt this out of control before, but I can’t help it with him being so close to me. I want him to finish what we started earlier. But I also don’t want to push him too far too soon.

“What are you thinking? Regretting your decision to bid for me?” he asks sweetly, and I glare at him as if that’s the craziest thing he could have said.

“No. Of course not. I want you here,” I murmur honestly, unsure of why I feel this way.

I swore off ever searching for romance again a long time ago. It’s better if I’m alone; no one can be used as a pawn against me.

He steps forward, closing me in until the doorframe bumps into my back. “Oh really? You just want me for my blood, right? And maybe my talented fingers too.” He waves them in the air in front of my face, and images of our fleeting moment flash in my mind.

His hand presses into the wall by my head as I nod, biting down on my bottom lip. “The only reasons, of course.”

The thought of tasting his blood makes my entire body flutter with excitement, anticipation, and arousal. I’ve never craved someone’s blood as much as I do his, and I have yet to even taste it.

I love our playful banter.

Rolling the sleeve of his long-sleeve T-shirt up, he exposes the bulging veins of his forearms. “Drink up.”

Fuck, I shouldn’t find that as hot as I do.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” I ask, pulling his arm up to my mouth.

He nods, and his breathing shallows out as he watches me with burning intensity. His nerves are skyrocketing, but beneath that slight twinge of fear lies unbounded excitement.

Opening wide, I pretend like I’m going to bite down, but I stop and pull away with bubbling laughter.

He furrows his brows.

“Firstly, I don’t like drinking from the arm. It can be more painful for you because the veins are a lot smaller. Secondly, you’re going to want to sit down.”

His eyes widen slightly, and I feel a spike of worry from him. “It will hurt that bad?”

Shaking my head side to side, I push his chest gently until his legs hit the bed, and he drops down onto the comforter.

“I’ve been dying to get out of this dress,” I mumble as I reach behind my back and tug the zipper down.

Pushing the thin straps off my shoulders, I shimmy it over my strapless bra, down my stomach, and past my lace panties until it pools at my feet.

His visceral reaction to my body makes me want to drop to my knees in front of him right now and make him feel as good as his fiery stare feels on me. I can feel his gaze tingling all across me, over every inch that he consumes.

Leaving my heels on, I step toward him and place my hand on his shoulder as I drop onto my knees on the bed, straddling him and lowering myself down into his lap.

“Is this what you’ll wear every time you bite me? Because I think I could get used to it.” His voice is raspy and low, tugging at my center.

Rolling my eyes playfully, I wrap my arms around his neck. “That could be arranged.”

His hands fall to my hips, and the feeling of his fingers on my bare skin makes me feral. Every thought dissipates from my mind as I lean down and brush my lips against his. Once more. And then my restraint snaps.

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