Page 15 of Love at First Bite
I knew in my gut, heart, and soul this wasn’t something she did. Shit, there was a glimmer of innocence that still looked up at me beneath those dark lashes covered behind that orange lacy mask that hinted at inexperience.
And it fucking endeared me. She was adorable and sexy and mine.
Mine? Where the hell did that come from?How the hell had one night irrevocably changed my life? But tonight? Those kisses? These few minutes between us? The woman in front of me, even though I couldn’t see her entire face and she couldn’t see mine, I knew had changed everything. I wasn’t going to fight it.
“My place or yours?” I asked. I was more than ready for her to look at me with disgust for being so forward. But my sweet enchantress didn’t. She fucking trembled in my arms with need instead of fear, fueling my own. Doubling it.
“Yours,” she answered confidently. Her eyes never wavered from mine.
My jaw clenched, and I swallowed. My Adam’s apple felt heavy, and I didn’t miss the way her eyes followed the way it bobbed. Her swollen lips parted, and the tip of her pretty, pink tongue swiped her bottom one like she was thinking about licking me.
She was fucking perfection.
I pulled away, hating the cool air that fell between us as I reached for my wallet. Handing my black card to Austin, I pulledout my business card and license all without looking away from my pretty, little witch.
“Give me your phone, my little spell master.” Her lips twitched, and she handed it over like a good girl.
“What are you doing?” she asked. I lost sight of her as I set my card and licenses onto the bar top and snapped a picture of them before handing her cell back to her, quickly shoving my documents back inside my wallet.
“Send that to your girls, baby. That way, they know you’re safe, who you’re with, and how to find you.”
“Oh.” She blinked before she nodded and shot the pic over to her friends.
I looked over her shoulder at the girls she had been with, who were suddenly looking at their phones and giggling.
“Oh my god,” my sweet witch sighed. “You’d think we were sixteen,” she mumbled, and something tightened in my gut.
“You make me feel like I am,” I rasped. “I’m forty,” I shared. I was making a mess of this, going at things ass backwards after meeting the girl I was certain I was going to marry.
“I’m twenty-eight.”
“Twelve years,” I muttered, and she smiled.
“You do math well for a vampire,” she teased, and I gruffly chuckled. I leaned in closer, hating the space between us even if it was mere inches.
“Is this going to be a problem? Our ages?”
“Not tonight,” she answered, and even though I knew in my balls I wanted more than a night, I didn’t try to correct her.
“Thank fuck,” I cursed and felt the soft sound of her laughter at the base of my spine. I knew I’d do whatever I could do to get that sound out of her again. “You still good with coming to my place?”
“Very.” She nodded, and I extended my hand to her.
The moment her palm touched mine, something rushed through me. Like some kind of love potion had been in the drinks tonight. Something that felt like magic. Like forever.
7.Tabitha
The darkness of the night filled the inside the cab of his truck, making the space feel intimate in a way I didn’t know was possible. But then again, I was never the let’s-maybe-make-out-in-the-backseat kinda girl in high school. Or college for that matter.
The hot older Vampire had not only opened the door for me but had buckled me in. Like some kind of daddy in a book.Vampire daddy.I glanced at him and chewed on my bottom lip. He was older. In control, with confidence that only added to the pulsing ache between my legs that seemed to grow with every beat of my heart. Yeah, I liked thinking of him as a vampire daddy.
“Pull the skirt of your dress up, baby,” he muttered roughly, his hands holding the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip.
There were a million and a half other things I should have been doing at that moment. Freaking out that I was in a stranger’s truck when I should have been hanging out with my girls should have been at the top. Maybe asking his name was another. Shit. I had been in such a hurry, lust heavy in my veins when I shot off the text to the girls, I didn’t think of looking at it.But I knew if I did, the magic of the evening would disappear. I wasn’t ready for that.
“Baby,” he warned, and something in my head snapped. Like his good girl, I did as I was told and lifted the skirt.
“Shit.” The deep curse vibrated through the cab, only making me want to squirm. “Look at those thighs,” he rasped, his voice almost hoarse. His right hand left the steering wheel and covered my thigh.
