Page 18 of Vampires Don't Give Hickeys
He nuzzled my temple. “I can hear you thinking, Sunshine,” he murmured.
“I’m thinking aboutyou.” I closed my eyes at his touch, fighting the urge to rub my cheek against his. “Thank you for fixing my blue bean.”
He chuckled, a warm sound that expanded my chest. “What?”
“Blue bean. Guys get blue balls without an orgasm, and ladies get blue bean. It’s the part—”
“I know the part.” He smiled into my hair. “I’m quite familiar with the female anatomy.”
“I can tell.”
He pulled back slightly to look down at me. “But not with the whole...experience.”
I nodded, since I didn’t want things to get awkward if I pretended I had no idea what he was talking about. “You were perfect.” I turned my head to look at him so he’d know I meant it, though his smile hinted that he didn’t really need his ego stroked. He knew he’d done good.
His gaze searched my face like a loving caress. “I wanted you, before I tasted you here...” He brushed his lips over mine. “And here.” He rolled his hips forward, his cock still inside me and stiffening once again.
“You’ve wanted me since you smelled my dripping desire and sunshine?”
He shook his head, the ends of his hair tickling my jaw. “Not just that. There was something else. Something inside you.”
“And what was that?”
“Loss. As clear as the blue in your eyes.”
An ache speared through my chest, almost as familiar as Mom herself. But I saw the same thing in him, too. He tried to hide it behind his glasses and shaggy hair and a stack of books, but it was there, a pain that he’d likely carried with him for a long time. For him to be a breath away from me, touching me from head to toe, and making himself vulnerable by talking about this choked my throat with tears. He trusted me, had given me his virginity, was baring his soul even though he hadn’t yet admitted his loss, and neither of those was something I could ever take lightly. Trust was clearly an issue for him, so I swore to myself I would keep it close to my heart and never betray it.
“We have time for explanations,” he said, pushing himself up so his arms bracketed my head, “but the first one we’d all like to hear is about what happened to you.” He pulled out, a soft smile on his handsome face, and stood to untie me, his naked body a thing of beauty. “Sleep now, though, next to me. We’ll talk in the morning when you’re rested.”
He wanted me to sleep with him? Little did he know I slept like a fish, a floppy, touchy-feely fish. Once he’d untied me, I scooted toward the pillows as he climbed underneath the sheet with his book and laptop.
“What if I...touch you?” I asked.
“Touch me?” He frowned as he pulled up another book on his laptop and opened the worn one in his hands, and it was then I realized that two-handed reading was the sexiest kind of reading. With a look that sped my heartbeat into a wild gallop, he settled back into the pillows next to me. “You already have, Sunshine.”
Chapter Seven
