Page 116 of Betrayed in Blood
“Mmm.” I snuggled into the bed and reached out but couldn’t find the covers. Then my hand hit something solid.
“Wake up, sleepy head.” A warm breath tickled over my skin.
I grinned. “I’m cold.”
A soft chuckle. “You’re a tease.” The weight of his body slid over me, and it felt good. Safe. Protected. Wanted.
I turned my head, and though I couldn’t see the windows, the shadows told me it was late afternoon. “What are you doing home early? I thought it would be later.”
“Were you maybe expecting someone else?” He barely hid his humor.
“I just needed a warm blanket.”
“So that’s all I am now?” His hands slid down my sides, forcing me to curl up with giggles. My one funny spot wasn’t the bottom of my feet. It ran along my sides from pits to hips. When in the heat of passion, his slow, deep caresses elicited sensual shivers. When we were hanging out in bed, and he traced his fingertips over the same area, it drove me wild with giggles.
He turned me over and then his lips were on mine. Sweet Jesus, what a homecoming. I drank him in like fine brandy. It seemed much longer than two weeks. Before I knew what was happening, he pulled back and rolled off me, coming to stand next to the bed. Goosebumps immediately erupted at the loss of his warmth.
“Hey. That was fast.” I sat up.
“I don’t want to be late for your surprise.”
I rubbed my eyes and watched him go through my dresser. He pulled out sweats and a sweatshirt, tossing each one as he found them.
“Come on, get dressed.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Hurry.”
I picked up the sweats and pulled them on, a bit wobbly on my feet. I’d been in a deep sleep when he woke me, but his strange excitement made me smile, and after two attempts to get the sweatshirt over my head, I tugged it into place.
He handed me my big furry socks, the ones I use during the coldest part of winter.
“I need shoes.”
He looked me over. “You’re fine as you are.”
I gave him a long perusal, noticing for the first time he wore sweats, too. How did I not notice that? Oh yeah. He’d covered me with his warm body, and nothing else mattered.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door, raced down the stairs, then through the halls until he reached the stairs that led to the widow’s walk. Our special place. But what was the rush? Maybe he had something to tell me and didn’t want prying ears. A difficult feat with a house full of vamps.
When he flung the door open to the outer walk, my breath caught.
It was sunset. The sky was filled with a kaleidoscope of oranges, pinks, and yellows. Sparse blue-gray clouds hung in the sky in anticipation of the setting sun, which was only minutes away.
“Wow.”
“Quick. There’s still time.”
My eyes were on the sky as he tugged me forward, and then I was falling. My heart dropped to my belly until I made a soft landing. I looked around as Devon laughed. Then I glanced down. We were lying on a down sleeping bag. Make that two down sleeping bags, both fully opened. One acted as a bottom sheet and the other the cover. I pushed on them as I struggled to sit. There was an air mattress beneath them.
“What is this?”
He tugged me higher on the mattress to where six huge pillows had been stacked. He leaned against them and pulled me into his arms. I snuggled into him as we watched the best view anyone could have from bed.
“How long have you been planning this?” I asked, somewhat wistful as the sun sunk below the horizon.
“Since the day you left for Oasis.”
