Page 9 of Some Swans Don't Swim
Eddie held out a hand, his laughter still dancing in his eyes. “Wait until you see the basement in this place.”
“Is there a shower?” I asked.
He nodded as I took his hand. “There is. As soon as you clean up, I’ll tell you how to catch Krampus.”
“We’ll be up here if you need us,” Jacek said to our backs.
I waved and blew both him and Sawyer kisses over my shoulder as I followed Eddie to the door. “If it involves cutting Krampus’s tongue out, I’m already halfway there.”
“No tongues, unfortunately. Just swans.”
“Huh?”
“Shower first, swans second.”
“Are you telling me I’m filthy?”
“Only in the best way possible.”
I looked down at myself and grimaced. “Accurate.”
Downstairs, I smelled the magic before I saw it—paper and ink and leather and knowledge. Bookshelf after bookshelf lined the walls with cozy chairs and reading lamps clustered throughout the large space. Nestled between the shelves on one wall stood a fireplace, which made me nervous. Fire plus books equaled bad. Through an arched doorway on the far wall, pinball and old arcade games surrounded a pool table.
I whistled. “Impressive. But do they have a demonology section in their library?”
“Sadly, they don’t. But there is a complete set of signed Harry Potter books.”
I quirked up my eyebrows, impressed. “Well, I guess we’ll just live here, then.”
Eddie grinned and pointed toward a nearby door. “The shower’s through there.”
It took a little longer than normal to scrub my body—and yes, the inside of my mouth too—clean because I spent much too long playing with all the dials and buttons on the shower wall. One button lit the rain showerhead into a swirl of different colors, and I punched that sucker again and again. Honestly, it didn’t take much to amuse me. After I turned into a prune, I wrapped myself in a big, fluffy towel and wandered out into the library again.
Eddie sat in a leather armchair in front of the fire, looking very much at home while he read from his Krampus book. He glanced up and did a double take when he saw me, still wet and dripping on the plush carpet. The way he looked at me, raking his gaze over my cleavage barely contained in the towel, down to my legs and back up again, started a low, powerful thrum between my thighs. My nipples perked against the towel into tight, painful points.
“Come here,” he growled.
With an extra wiggle in my hips, I crossed toward him. The movement rubbed the towel over my nipples, caressed it over the tops of my thighs, only fueling my need.
“Stop right there,” he ordered once my toes hit the white fur rug in front of the fireplace. “Lose the towel.”
I smiled, used to Eddie’s dominant side. Behind those hot glasses and his bookish exterior, he was a wild, kinky man who knew exactly what he wanted, and he was too irresistible to resist. After a simple finger tug, the towel dropped at my feet.
His gaze never leaving mine, he set the book on the side table and leaned back in the chair. He sat with his legs spread, his hard cock pressed tight against his black dress pants.
I licked my lips. I couldn’t help it. The vampire was too delicious.
He shifted in the chair and rubbed his hand over his thigh. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“There was a disco shower,” I said, hiking my thumb over my shoulder. “We should probably get one for your house.”
A smile slid over his mouth, the one he only reserved for me. “Our house, you mean.”
“That too.” I dug my fingers into my thighs, the ache between them seeming to pull me toward his waiting cock. My hips rolled forward as if I were thrusting against Eddie himself. It felt so good, even though it was just empty air in front of me, that I did it again and ground my thighs together. “Eddie...” My voice came out like a moan, like a plea, like a promise. If he didn’t fuck me soon, I would have to pounce on him.
A low rumble vibrated in his throat, and he shifted his hand from his thigh to his cock and squeezed. “You’re so gorgeous right now, Sunshine, with the firelight on your skin.” He stroked himself, slowly, outlining his erection through his pants in perfect clarity. “Did you fuck yourself in the shower?”
“There were too many buttons in there that I didn’t have time to press mine.” I grazed my fingertips across the front of my thighs. “That’s where you come in since you know exactly what every button does.”
