Page 69 of Road Trip with a Vampire
I didn’t know who started the kiss, couldn’t tell whether it was a bad idea to do this with someone I still didn’t really know or if kissing Peter was the best idea I’d ever had. All I knew were his strong hands stroking up and down my back, my fingers twining through his soft, dark hair—and the coiling want in the pit of my belly, threatening to undo me just from this.
“Is this really happening?” Peter mumbled, his breath cool against my lips. He sounded dazed, as though half-convinced this was just an elaborate dream.
“It is,” I confirmed. I leaned in close and, in an ironic pantomime of how he fed, kissed a line from his ear straight down the column of his throat. I let my tongue dart out as I moved, tasting him, reveling in the way he bucked up into me when I lingered in one spot, swirling my tongue.
“I feel like I’ve wanted you for a very long time.” Peter’s breathing was ragged now. His fingertips dug into my hips so hard I was sure to have bruises tomorrow. I reveled in it.Wantedhim undone. “Months. Years, even. It isn’t possible, because we only just met, and yet—”
He was already hard as a rock beneath me. On impulse, I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. His hands trailed down my thighs, his eyes two dark pools as he stared up at me in patient wonder. Waiting to see what I would do.
WhatwasI going to do?
“Take your shirt off,” I instructed. I was making this up as Iwent along. I’d had no plans for any of this to happen, but if there was one thing I knew I wanted, it was to finally get a good look at Peter’s glorious chest.
It was awkward for him because of how I was perched atop him. But he obliged as quickly as he could, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor beside the couch. Miles of pale, muscled torso greeted me. Gods, what had hedoneas a human to be this sculpted? My fingers itched to trace every ridge and contour of his body, and with only a moment’s hesitation I did just that, starting with featherlight caresses along his collarbones before growing bolder, moving down, down, down his body with purpose.
He was like marble beneath my fingertips, cold and hard and unyielding. When I reached his waistband, he caught my wrists before pulling them away from his body.
“Not yet,” he rasped.
“Why not?” I pouted. His cock was large, tenting the fabric of his jeans. I wanted to see it, wanted to feel it in my hands.
“Patience,” he lectured mock seriously.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
He laughed, then sobered, eyes soft again. “You’re all I can think about,” he admitted. He made quick work of my shirt, my bra, tossing them to the floor to join his shirt before I could even offer to help him. My nipples pebbled into hard little points the moment they hit the cool air of the room. Peter’s eyes dropped to my chest, darkening as he took in the sight of me above him. “The other night I dreamed I was fucking you, my cock buried so deep in your cunt and my teeth so deep in your neck we were both screaming.”
He said it so quietly I had to strain to hear him, but oh gods,his filthy mouth would be my undoing. I wanted it. All of it. Right here, right now, on this expensive couch. I could tell he did, too, from the way he all but tore my leggings and then my underwear down my body. His fingers were a bit rough, but I didn’t care. It was everything I needed.
I reached for the waistband of his jeans again. This time he didn’t stop me. I undid his button, then the zipper—whether through magic or the use of my hands, I didn’t know. I was past the point of caring. Before I managed to get his pants off, he tugged me up his body like I weighed nothing at all, positioning me exactly where he wanted me. The way his strong hands flexed on my hips, thelookhe gave me…
My body’s reaction was primal, pulling a whimper from me before I could stopper the sound.
“You should tell me to stop,” he panted. “That you don’t want this.” I knew he didn’t want to stop any more than I did. As if to prove it, he lifted his hips, awkwardly shimmying out of his jeans and his boxers. Then he wrapped his arms around my body, crushing me to him. He traced his nose along the column of my throat, breathing me in. Pressing a kiss to the spot where I knew that just before he was about to come, he’d be begging me to let him bite me. After all, he wouldn’t be able to come without it.
Imagining his teeth driving into my neck, the indescribable pleasure it would bring us both…
It was getting hard to think clearly.
“But Idowant this,” I managed.
His hold on me tightened. His cock, hard and urgent, pressed against my core. His body trembled beneath mine as he fought to retain control over himself.
“I’m not good for you,” he murmured, his words ghosting over my lips. “I’m beginning to think I’m notgood, period.”
Enough of this. I pulled back just enough that I could see his face. His jaw was slack, eyelids drooping with desire.
“Did you not hear what I said about my past?” I asked, incredulous. “You think I’m some angel whose virtue needs protecting?” On impulse, I shifted my hips, letting him glide through my folds. His eyes rolled back in his head, and the groan that left him was broken, guttural. Another small shift and he’d be inside me. My toes curled in anticipation.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Zelda.”
“I don’t care who or what you were before I met you,” I said. “All I care about is who you arenow. You don’t get to decide what is and isn’t good for me. And no, Iwon’ttell you to stop. Because I don’t want you to stop.”
His answering groan was feral. “If you let me fuck you right now, I’llneverstop.”
It was a final warning. It was also one of the hottest fucking things anyone had ever said to me.
“I want this. I wantyou.” Peter’s eyes darkened even further, nostrils flaring. His resistance was crumbling. I could see him teetering on the edge. All it would take was one little push. So I shoved with both hands. “If I fuckyou,” I countered, “Imay never stop.”
