Page 13 of Love at First Bite
“Is it my turn now?” His eyes raked down to my mouth.
“What? Turn for…”
“Truth or dare,” he reminded me, and I smiled.
“Oh, sure, I can do that.”
“Truth or dare?” he asked. His thumb started to stroke my back slowly. The light, barely-there back and forth of his touchmade me feel dizzier than any drink I’d ever consumed in my almost thirty years.
“Truth.”
“Do you think witches would match well with vampires?” I giggled like a schoolgirl with a crush at the way he’d tossed my own question back at me.
“I sure hope so,” I whispered, breathier than I’d intended, before subconsciously licking my bottom lip.
“Truth or dare?” I smiled, sitting straighter and maybe a little closer to him.
“Truth,” he chose. I breathed deeply. My lungs filled with his scent, something musky and woody, with a touch of spice, completely alluring. Something that made me feel bolder while a need grew inside of me to get closer.
“Have you ever kissed someone without knowing their name?”
“Not yet,” he answered with a wickedly devilish smile. The touch on my back became firmer. Almost possessive.
“Truth or dare?” Unsure of how I was going to answer as I opened my mouth, I was saved by the bartender, who cleared his throat as he stood behind us, but I couldn’t get myself to look away. Or even move, for that matter. I wasn’t sure if I was breathing.
“Here are your vampire kisses,” the bartender announced. Without breaking eye contact, my sexy vampire I had no actual claim on reached out for the drinks, handing me one and then taking his.
“Put it on my tab,” he murmured.
“You don’t have to do that. I offered?—“
“Please?” That word, rough and deep, tumbled from his lips. I couldn’t imagine he was the kind of man who saidpleaseon a regular basis, so I pressed my lips together and nodded.
“Got it. I’ll put it on your tab, Count Dracula,” the bartender said with an almost amused tone, not that either of us bothered to look at him before he went to help someone else.
“What should we cheer to?” I asked, and I watched his gaze drop to my lips. The way he looked at them made my mouth tingle with awareness.
“How about to making new friends and vampire kisses?” he suggested, green eyes smoldering.
“I like that.”
“Good. Cheers.” He tipped his drink. The steam rising from just above the bright red liquid added to the magic of the moment. I lifted mine and our glasses clinked before we slowly took that first sip. My eyes widened as flavor hit my tongue. There was a tartness of the cranberry but sweetness from strawberries that combined beautifully.
“Good?” he asked, and I smiled.
“Dangerously good.”
“Hmm, seems to be the theme tonight,” he murmured. My nipples tightened so hard they ached beneath my lacy bra. “Where were we?” he asked. “Right, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” I found myself replying. Maybe from the liquid courage of the pretty drink or maybe from the animal magnetism that seemed to radiate from him.
“Kiss me,” he ordered, with stern demand. My sex tightened with need.
I didn’t think.
I didn’t hesitate.
I leaned in and kissed a man whose name I didn’t know but knew deep Iin my bones, beyond reason, would mean something to me for the rest of my life.
