Page 6 of Hunting My Vampire

I felt a twitch in my groin, my body ignoring my mind.

I decided to ignore it.

“On second thought, we can’t do it. I’m here alone, it’s too much. Please take your business to Richmond or Burlington.”

He was still smiling.

“How about the Lambo?” he asked. “Could you look at it for me?”

I looked over to the car. “What’s wrong with it?” I asked in spite of myself. It was a beautiful machine and it looked like it was in perfect condition.

“There is a bit of a leak, I think,” he said.

“Could be a worn seal? You should really have a qualified technician look at it though,” I added quickly.

“I trust you,” he said, this time without a smile. He stared into my eyes, his blue eyes turning dark. I found myself unable to breathe, swallowing with difficulty. The air was thick with desire and sexual attraction.

I stepped away from the desk, trying to break the tension.

“Bring it into the workshop,” I said, slightly breathless, motioning for him to bring the car round.

I walked into the office at the back to get some of my finer tools and when I turned around, he was there in the office with me. He closed the door behind him. We were alone in the workshop and he knew it.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, breathless.

“Kaya.” He only said my name and I felt my pulse quickening.

“No!” I said, firmly. “This isn’t happening!”

I pushed him aside, opening the door.

He didn’t try to stop me but as I opened the door he almost whispered, “Why are you fighting me?”

I wanted to say that he knew why; that I couldn’t allow him anywhere near me, that he was dangerous. But his presence was overpowering, it was making me dizzy. He was filling the space with his presence and I couldn’t think clearly anymore. I knewgiving in to him was bad but I couldn’t remember why. It seemed like my body wanted this too, why wouldn’t my mind just let it go?

“Stop this,” I said to him, pleadingly.

“Only you can stop it,” he said to me, his voice barely audible. “I can’t help it, I want you, I can’t think of anything else.”

He stepped forward and there were mere inches between us. I closed my eyes but I could feel him standing so close to me. I felt myself drawn to him, trying to hold myself back but it was impossible.

I wouldn’t allow myself to give in though, I wouldn’t tell him it was okay. He was waiting for a sign from me. For some reason, he wasn’t going to make the first move. I could hardly believe it. It seemed almost gentlemanly. I hadn’t expected such courtesy from him, a vampire, of all things. Suddenly, with a bit of a shock, I realized I wanted him to push me up against the wall, I wanted him to be rough with me. I’d never been one for romance and soft candlelight. I liked a real man and the feel of hands that were rough and knew how to work.

I felt something come over me, a shift in my mood, my guard coming down. I moved closer to him, almost touching him, but not quite.

It was all the invitation he needed.

He slammed my body against the wall, kissing me with such ferocity that I was stunned and immediately felt incredibly turned on. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening but he was warm, not cold as I’d expected. The heat that radiated from him enveloped me and I was kissing him back, hungrily. His hands were all over me, squeezing and stroking, hard and rough.

God, it felt good.

It had been so long since I had been with a man. These were not the kind of feelings I usually indulged. I didn’t like toget too close to people, especially men. I never invited anyone home. Casual flings, drunk one-night stands, these were the sorts of hook-ups I generally went for. And it had been a long time since I had been with anyone like that.

He unzipped my overall, slid it off my shoulders and it collapsed in a heap at my feet. He kissed me again, his mouth hot against my neck and for a moment, I braced for the teeth, I wondered if this was the moment when he would drink my blood, but his lips moved down to my breasts, his hands cupping and caressing them.

I heard myself moaning and groaning, wanting more. My longing for him was so intense it took me by surprise. I felt myself pushing my pussy against him, begging him to touch me and he lifted me onto a workbench, spreading my legs as I leaned back, giving myself to him.

He was kissing my legs, his tongue trailing my thighs, sucking and licking the skin, while I was whimpering with delight. I couldn’t believe how good this felt, how much I wanted this. I no longer thought about anything else but having him inside of me as soon as possible, I wanted nothing else.

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