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He grinned. “Oh, sweetheart, the best sex is yet to come.”

CHAPTER 10

Lara woke hungry, though this time for food. She didn’t know if she’d been sleeping only a few minutes or hours. All she knew was that she was hungry, a post-condition of sex. It never failed; sex always left her stomach growling.

She sighed when she realized she lay on her side hugging the edge of the bed, another post-condition of sex. It was almost as if she was trying to get away from the guy she had just slept with, but she hadn’t felt that way about Michael, so why was she hugging the edge of the bed? Habit no doubt.

She turned slowly not wanting to disturb Michael if he was sleeping, which he was and she smiled. He was such a gorgeous man and thoughtful, two qualities that would make for a great husband. But there was that one snag...he was a vampire.

Her stomach reminded her of why she had woken and as quietly as possible she slipped out of bed. She grabbed Michael’s black sweatshirt off the chaise, slipped it on, and hurried out of the room. Thankfully the lights were on in the hall, and she sped down it, a smile spreading wide when she made it to the stairs without the lights going out.

With her stomach grumbling much too loudly, she made her way to the kitchen and flipped on the lights. It was stilldark outside, and she looked to the microwave clock to see the time, 6:05. Sunrise wasn’t for another hour. She did look out the window to see if it was still snowing, but it was difficult to see anything with it still being dark. Besides, she didn’t want to think of leaving Michael, at least not just yet.

She went to the fridge and gathered the makings for a spinach and mushroom omelet and got busy. She also put the kettle on, dying for a cup of tea. She chopped and beat and hummed to herself, since her singing was so horrible that she couldn’t even stand listening to it.

She turned the boiling tea water down when the kettle began to whistle and was about to start cooking her omelet when she turned and saw Michael standing in the doorway. He wore sweatpants that matched his sweatshirt she was wearing. His hair was rumpled, making him look sexier than he already was, however, the spark of red in his eyes worried her.

“Is something wrong?” she asked

He walked over to her, took the bowl from her hands, sat it on the counter, grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her, his tongue shooting into her mouth with an urgency that she immediately responded to.

His hands dropped to her waist and with a quick lift, she was sitting on the edge of the counter. His hands rushed to push his sweatpants down while their mouths continued to feast on one another. His hands went around her waist and yanked her forward.

A deep gasp rose up in her throat, and she had to tear her mouth away from his to release it when she felt him hard and probing against her. She reached down, grabbing hold of him, and before guiding him inside her, she caressed her clitoris with the tip of his penis and let out a moan that echoed off the kitchen walls and heated her cheeks red.

After that she wasn’t sure how he got inside her, but she was glad he did. And even more glad when he yanked her forward, forcing himself deeper inside her.

With his hands tight at her waist, he urged, “Wrap your legs around me.”

She did and he began to drive in and out her with a force that rattled her bones and sent her passion soaring.

“I’m going to come, damn it” she cried annoyed, wanting the exquisite anticipation to last a bit longer.

“More than once,” he said with conviction and slammed into her.

She toppled over into a breath-stealing climax and let herself drift and enjoy the exquisite sensation and just when she thought it was done another climax gripped her and sent her reeling, Michael joining her.

After sanity, somewhat, returned, Lara rested her brow on Michael’s shoulder, while her hands lay limp on his arm muscles that continued to throb from exertion. His head rested against hers and his hands remained at her waist, and he remained inside her. That was fine with her, she liked him there.

They stayed that way for a while, resting and reveling in the aftermath of quick, yet damn good sex. Lara still couldn’t quite wrap her head around at what she had been missing all these years. It felt so good, so right, so perfect with Michael and that was the catch...it was Michael who had made the difference.

Michael eased out of her as he eased her further back on the counter, though he kept his hands at her waist, as if he wasn’t ready to let go. “You were gone when I woke,”

“I was hungry, for food this time.”

“You don’t understand,” he said, “I should have woken when you did.”

“You didn’t have to wake with me. I can see to feeding myself,” she assured him.

“That’s not the point.” He shook his head. “I should have sensed you waking and I didn’t.”

“And there’s something wrong with that because...”

“Because I was so content from making love to you that I slept more deeply than I normally would.”

She grinned and wiggled her shoulders as she sang, “I have power over a vampire.”

His eyes sparked red and she stopped, seeing that she had angered him. Their eyes held and his eyes grew redder, and then...her stomach grumbled.

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