Page 7 of Night Wedding
While swaying my body, I rolled my shoulders and then slowly slid the spaghetti strap off one shoulder. “Do you like this?” I teased.
Ah, crap, I’d already asked that question. What else could I say?Think, think. Surely, you can find a way to talk dirty.
“Oh, yes.” His eyes shimmered with a passionate glint.
“How about this?” I continued with the other strap.
Damn, I needed some new lines.
“I love it.” His voice lowered to a dark rich croon that affected me deep in my core.
Oh, well. I guess my basic level of sexy was enough of a turn on for him.
He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and my gaze locked on the skin he exposed. I closed my mouth before I drooled on the rug.
Wait a minute, who was seducing who? No, whom? Ugh, this wasn’t the time for a grammar check.
Returning to the dress, I slid it down my body. I’d chosen a material that could stretch. That way, I wouldn’t have to deal with trying to reach a zipper behind my back and killing the mood. Overthinker in the house.
Once the dress was down to my waist, revealing my black bra, I paused to slow things down. Diego stared at me with lips parted as his gaze traveled down. When he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed. This was going well. Feeling desired invigorated me, spurring me to continue.
With slow, and what I hoped were sensual movements, I slid the dress down over my hips and tossed my hair back. An appreciative growl followed.
Skimming the dress down my legs, I stepped out with one foot, careful not to catch the heel on the dress. After that task was successful, I moved on to the other one and then kicked the dress off.
Left in only a bra, panties, and heels, I pulled myself upright and raised my arms. With a small gyration, I tossed my hair again in the other direction.
Diego’s eyes were fixed on me. Holy bats, this wasn’t bad at all. I felt sexy as hell.
I sauntered over to the bed, emulating the seductive prowl the guys had done in Lucas’ club. With a pause, I flashed a naughty smile. “Do you want me?”
“You know I do.” Diego’s voice sounded throaty as he nodded with vigor.
“Good. Because I want you too.” I continued a little sashay over, adding more oomph to my moves. “And I’m coming to get you.” A part of me cringed at my lines. I definitely needed to work on dirty talk.
As I approached him, my heel got caught in the edge of the area rug. Shit.
A squeak of surprise announced my descent. I put my arms forward to brace myself before hitting the hardwood floor.
“Ow!” Pain radiated from my funny bones, increasing in intensity.
Diego leapt off the bed with vampiric speed over to me. “Are you okay?”
“Crusty cauldrons,” I muttered as he helped me to my feet. My sore knees slowed my rise. Nothing like bones hitting hardwood. “I meant to do that.” I gave him a weak smile.
“Are you hurt?”
“I’m okay. Blasted heels,” I cursed. Bending down, I tore the stupid death traps off my feet and threw them toward the closet door. The pain still throbbed but not as intense as when I fell.
When I rose, Diego’s expression turned feral.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“You’re bleeding.” His voice sounded strangled.
“Uh oh.” Glancing down, I witnessed the damage. A rivulet of blood ran from my knee down my shin. Damn it. Not only had I blown the striptease, but I’d ignited a different kind of hunger in my vampire lover.
Although surrounded by blood in the lab where he’d worked had given him greater resistance to the call, something about my blood turned him into a beast.
