Page 6 of Vampires Don't Give Hickeys
“No. I’m the knowledge guy, not the apple pie guy.”
“The knowledge guy...” I sipped the coffee, watching him over the rim of the mug. “But you seem so...dangerous.”
His lips twitched. “Knowledgeisdangerous when you know how to use it.”
I grinned and leaned a little closer, a dare on the tip of my tongue. “And do you know how to use it?”
He wrapped one foot around the leg of my chair and swiveled both our chairs around so we faced each other. It all happened so fast, I only had time to gasp and cling to the arms of the chair.
“Take a guess,” he growled.
“Yes?”
He leaned in, his gaze pinned to my lips. “You wanted to know what you smell like?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Like desire.” He moved one hand to the spot where my neck met my shoulder. His fingertips glided like ice across my hot skin, and I released a shuddery breath at the sensation. “Like hot, dripping desire mixed with sunshine.”
“Wow.” I swallowed hard, barely keeping from flinging myself at him and ripping off all of his clothes. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He sat back, his mouth twitching, and moved my chair back to the table with his foot.
I blinked at the piles of books, my breaths heaving, all thoughts spiraling around the vampire beside me. He’d wound me up with just a touch. Imagine what he could do with his whole body. A low pulse started between my legs, humming need through my blood so loud, I was sure he could hear it.
“Um, so.” I forced myself to focus on something, anything other than him, because I shouldn’t want to fuck a vampire’s brains out. Staking him like a pin cushion, yes. Riding him like a motorcycle, no.
“So,” Eddie said, a smile in his voice, and fixed his chair as well.
My gaze landed on one of the open books on the table that had a drawing of a lethal-looking knife on the page.
“Seraph knife,” I read. “Used to kill demons.”
Eddie nodded and raked both hands through his hair, spiking it up even more. God, he was hotter than sin. “I thought about that, but even if you killed the one coming for you, the devil would just send another. And another.”
“Good point.” I glanced at my watch and gasped. Shit. It was nearly two o’clock in the morning, and that economics paper wasn’t going to write itself. “I have to go, but do you mind if I borrow a few of these?”
He turned in his seat to face me, his dangerous, wild, brilliant vibe thrilling me from head to toe. “Only if you promise to return them tomorrow night.”
So I did promise, because I didn’t want to lose my Eddie privileges.
