Page 126 of Road Trip with a Vampire
His hand was so cool against my heated skin, the touch so tender, it felt like my heart might break if he stopped.
“Zelda.” Peter let out a shaky exhale. Chuckled. “Gods. I—”
A rustle of fabric and thewhooshof something falling to the floor cut off the rest of whatever he’d been about to say. Suddenly, Peter looked like he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. His eyes were wide, wild.Horrified.
He pointedly shifted his lower body away from me. “Zelda, I…I’m so sorry.”
I blinked up at him in confusion for another few moments before realization struck. Sure enough, when I looked down, I saw his cock, already halfway hard—and the flowery towel he’d had wrapped around his waist a minute ago puddled in a heap at his feet.
He must have let go of it when we started kissing. Thelaughter that bubbled up inside me was like the sun finally rising after the longest night of the year. I was delirious, giddy with it.
“Peter!” I gasped, breathless. I was laughing so hard I had to clutch my sides to keep from falling over. This was the most ridiculous make-up makeout in history. Somehow, it just made it more perfect. “Oh mygods.”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think—” he began, then broke off, bemused when I couldn’t stop laughing. “I didn’t stop to think that by cupping your face I’d stop cupping…other things.” When that just made me laugh harder, his mouth slid sideways into the goofiest grin I’d ever seen. “I hope you’re not laughing at…you know.” He gestured to the lower half of his body.
“Gods no,” I said, still laughing. “Promise.”
His smile grew. “Good,” he said, a touch smug. And then, before I could say another word: “I love you so much, Zelda.”
My breath caught as my laughter floated away, his words like a clarion in the quiet room. Speechless, I reached up with a shaking hand and cupped his cheek. His eyes slipped closed as he leaned into my touch, his stubble scratching roughly against my palm. The Peter I’d traveled with had been meticulous about shaving. How bad had the past few weeks been for him? For the first time I noticed the dark circles beneath his eyes, the crow’s-feet at the corners that hadn’t been there when we’d parted.
I reached up on tiptoes and pressed a lingering kiss to his other cheek. I wasn’t good at sayingI love youback, but hopefully one day soon I would be.
“Does this mean,” Peter murmured, his voice just above a whisper, “that you’ve forgiven me?”
I kissed his lips this time. “Yes.” He shuddered against me, and I kissed him again. “I just needed a little time to get there.”
A moment later he scooped me up into his arms like I weighedno more than a doll. His strong arms cradled me close, and I went willingly, my head resting against his broad chest. With his head bowed and his forehead pressed to mine, he walked us slowly through the apartment until we reached the closed door to my bedroom.
He swallowed so hard I could feel the movement beneath my cheek. “Does this also mean you’ll let me show you all the ways I’ve missed you?”
I craned my neck so I could smirk up at him. “Do you mean will I sleep with you?”
He huffed a laugh, brushing my nose with his. “Something like that.”
“I’ll let you sleep with me,” I admitted. I traced my fingertips down the column of my throat, watching as his eyes tracked the movement. His arms tightened around me. “I’ll let you do other things, too.”
He swallowed. “Zelda. What are you saying?”
He knew what I meant, but he needed me to say it out loud. He’d bitten me every time we’d had sex, but only ever on my express invitation. Maybe even with his memories restored he just didn’t trust himself to act on his biological imperative to bite unless he had clear confirmation it was what I wanted.
Hopefully, one day, he would know I would always want his bite. In the meantime, I lifted myself up so I could whisper it in his ear. “I’msayingI want you to bite me.”
If I’d thought I’d seen Peter move fast before, it was nothing compared to how he wrenched open my bedroom door, then all but threw me on my bed. His sweatshirt was off a heartbeat later, and then my own clothes, all lying in a forgotten heap as he crawled over me. Tentative touches and grateful words were gonenow, the predatory gleam in Peter’s eyes letting me know better than words ever could how much he wanted me.
“Sorry if I’m moving too fast,” he breathed. He was shivering with need, all but vibrating with it. “If you need me to stop—”
He let the rest of that sentence hang between us as he kissed his way down my body. My nerves were aglow with sensation and sizzling anticipation as he kissed and touched, and I dug my hands into his soft brown hair to ground myself.
When I gave his locks a gentle tug, I reveled in the broken sound that escaped him.
“If I need you to stop, I’ll tell you,” I promised, gasping when he paused at my navel to swirl his tongue. “But I won’t need you to stop.”
He let out a choked noise halfway between a laugh and a sob. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured against the sensitive skin of my stomach. I writhed at the feeling, at the scratch of his stubble when he moved lower, and then lower still. Though there was no space left between our bodies, he was still too far away. “Butgods, I can think of no better way to go.”
I hardly recognized the sound that escaped me when his cock slid home. It was raw, primal, and my back bowed off the bed, body arching up, up, up against his as I urged him on. It was like we had never been apart when he began moving, his body pistoning into mine with so much pent-up desire, the force of it knocked my head against the headboard. I didn’t care; the small blossom of pain just ratcheted up my pleasure, made me want him to go a little harder, a little rougher. I gripped his ass in both hands and dug the sharp points of my nails into him as he moved and swore above me, coaxing him forward, willing him to never stop.
“You feel…sofuckinggood,” he gritted out. The tendons inhis neck stood out in sharp relief as he strained above me, his dark eyes cloudy with desire as he fought to maintain eye contact. “I never told you.”
