Page 72 of The Incubus and the Bodyguard

He claimed her mouth in a kiss that made her blood sing. She melted against him with a soft sound, her hands rising to sink into his hair.

It was a while before they came up for air.

They stared at one another, desire setting the space between them alight.

“How fast can you get us to the apartment?” Vlad mumbled, his face flushed and his pupils liquid fire.

Delphine steered her thoughts in the right direction with some difficulty and did a quick mental calculation.

“Twenty minutes.”

Vlad nipped at her lip with his teeth, making her belly clench all over again. “I know a shortcut.”

They made it there in fifteen and barely managed to get inside the elevator before they were all over each other again, their mouths hungry and their touch desperate. Tarang padded straight to a sunny spot on the upstairs landing the moment they entered the apartment, evidently intent on giving them their privacy this time.

Delphine pushed Vlad against the wall like she’d done the first night and began popping the buttons of his shirt. She made an impatient sound when she got halfway down and ripped the whole thing off his chest.

Vlad chuckled as buttons went flying everywhere.

“You know, that’s a very expensive Armani shirt.”

“Bill me.” Delphine kicked her boots off while he stripped her shirt off her shoulders, his eyes bright with desire as he stared at the lace covering her bare skin.

Her hands found his belt buckle.

Vlad’s breathing accelerated, his gaze growing heavy-lidded.

He picked her up with a strength that surprised her, wrapped her legs around his hips, and pressed her back to the wall. Delphine’s stomach tightened in delicious anticipation as Vlad molded their bodies together.

“I think I could get addicted to this,” he whispered hotly against her mouth, his crimson pupils pulsing with a fire that threatened to scorch her.

She flashed him a sinful smile, took hold of his face, and claimed his lips.

They never made it to the bedroom.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

Vlad woketo sunlight warming his face. He blinked groggily.

Memories of last night danced through his mind. His eyes slammed open.

He sat up, hand reaching out blindly for the woman at his side, only to find empty space and cool leather.

His heart sank.

The scent of coffee teased his nostrils. Vlad looked around.

Delphine sat in the window seat overlooking Manhattan. She was wearing his shirt and nothing else, her long legs stretched out in front of her. Steam curled from the mug in her hands as she watched the city below, her expression thoughtful.

Relief clenched Vlad’s gut, along with a flood of emotions that made his breath catch.

“You’re still here.”

She looked over, one eyebrow arching. “Did you think I’d make a run for it?”

“The thought crossed my mind.” Vlad relaxed and propped himself on an elbow.

Her gaze danced down his naked chest and lingered on the blanket covering his lower half.

---