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“So beautiful.”
Huh?
Words cannot describe how he stares at my vagina. His eyes smolder and my body begins to melt under his gaze. My clit pulses, standing up at attention, and I am again wowed that I want more after so much the night before.
I wiggle my hips and he grins, his expression reminding me of the big shark fromFinding Nemo. My stomach dips and butterflies erupt.Focus, woman! Get your mind off how good it is.Dick later.
“It kept making this incessant buzzing sound, so I turned it off for you,” Vlad murmurs.
The grin melts from my face and my heart seizes in my chest. “You did what?”
I didn’t realize it was turned off! I should have looked for it, but the whole “I think he’s dead” thing really messed up my morning.
My palm slaps over my face.Shit! Bernadette is going to kill me. She made me swear before I left I would check in every night, and I meant to after I took a bath.
The blanket falls over my lap and I scramble to get out of the bed. “Where is it?”
Vlad’s eyes darken, but he sighs. “On the dresser.”
I grab the sheet to cover myself and race to it. I snatch it up and turn it on, anxiety rolling through me in a wave. I haven’t had my phone turned off for more than an hour in years.
“You act as if the world will end if you’re not attached to that device.”
My gaze follows his voice. Far across the room, he’s sitting in a chair with his chin in his hand, his elbow propped on the arm rest. My god he is beautiful. Wait.How did I not see him move?
Pulling the sheet tighter to me, I walk over and sit in the chair across from him.
“My friend Bernadette, we have this thing where I’m supposed to check in every night. I didn’t get to last night because I was busy... doing other things.”
“Ahh, I see. Speak with your friend, then.” His eyes dance with amusement and he scans them over me, his gaze practically smoldering with heat. Then he pushes to his feet, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of him shirtless. I startle the next moment, surprised when he leans down to cup my cheek. “Aubrey?”
“Hmm?” I ask, unable to form words.
I gulp when his gaze narrows and his expression hardens, as if enraged. “Put on some clothes before I fucking eat you.”
Warmth pools in my middle at his words, and I bite my lip. He kisses my nose and I sit back, dumbfounded. My mouth is open like an idiot as I watch him walk to the door, my skin flushing when he turns and winks at me on the way out.My god. I am in danger.
“What happened to cuddling?” I shout out. “I might be feeling better.”
I hear him chuckle from the hallway and I grin, biting my lip.
Best vacation ever.
Chapter 14
VLAD
“I cannot believe you,”Doyle says, pacing the carpet of the study as if he is a perturbed parent and I’m a juvenile in need of a lecture.
I glance around the room, my gaze landing on the deep walnut furniture, most of which is the oldest in the castle—if anyone ever cared to look. Even the seat before me is medieval; the carvings in the woodwork and the inlaid metal make it one of my favorites.
“There were things we needed to discuss last night, yet you chose to go play with Aubrey.”
Doyle’s continued interruptions are becoming a thorn in my backside and getting increasingly annoying. He stopped me on my way to collecting her foodstuffs from the pantry, insisting there are things we should discuss, and now I wish he would get on with it. Aubrey has to be sore from how I kept her busy for most of the night, and he is hindering me from returning to her to continue my aftercare plans. Although, he does seem more agitated than usual.
Doyle walks toward the arched window and pulls back a curtain, causing a shaft of sunlight to hit my forearm and I hiss in reproach, yanking it back. “Stop it, asshole. That hurts.”
“Serves you right, you dick,” he says haughtily, throwing his arms over his chest which seems to have grown overnight.
