Page 56 of Bad Luck Vampire

“Oh.” Sophie bit her lip, and then admitted apologetically, “I lent it to Megan for the weekend. Sorry.”

“Damn,” Alasdair breathed, and then undid his seat belt. “We might as well go back up to your apartment while I figure out something else then. I’ll have to call the office and have someone come pick up this SUV and take it in to see what the problem is. Maybe they’ll have another one we can use that they can bring with them.”

Nodding, Sophie undid her seat belt and grabbed her purse, then opened her door to get out.

Alasdair retrieved their luggage from the back, and she led him into her building and up to her apartment.

While Alasdair made his phone call, Sophie moved into the kitchen to give him privacy. After standing there for a moment, though, she decided to make coffee. It looked like they had some time to kill.

“Mortimer’s going to see if he has anything available,” Alasdair announced, entering the kitchen as she was filling the coffeepot with water from the tap. “If he can’t, I’ll rent something, but either way we have to wait here for someone to collect the SUV.”

Sophie nodded, and then sucked in a startled breath when his arms slid around her from behind to wrap around her waist.

“Coffee?” he growled by her ear.

“Yes,” she breathed, immediately excited. Leaning back into him, she pressed her bottom against his front, and deliberately rubbed back and forth.

“Sophie, love,” Alasdair groaned, his arms tightening around her to hold her still.

“What?” she asked breathily, trying to keep an eye on the water so it didn’t overflow, but very much distracted by the heat, feel, and scent of Alasdair. She couldn’t rub from side to side anymore the way he was holding her, but she could press back more firmly against him and did, her back arching and thrusting her breasts forward and up as she did.

“Yer naughty,” Alasdair growled, stiff as stone around her now. “And if ye don’y behave yerself I cann’y promise no’ to ravish ye.”

“God, I love your accent,” she breathed, and thrust back against him again. “Ravish me.”

The words had barely left her lips when he released her to take the coffeepot from her hand, set it aside, turned off the tap, then spun her around and began to tug her T-shirt out of her jeans as he kissed her.

Sophie kissed him eagerly back, her own hands moving to the top of his pants. She’d managed to get his belt undone before she had to stop and lift her arms so that he could tug her T-shirt off over her head. While he then set to work on her bra, a pretty pink one this time that she’d picked purely for him, her own hands returned to his jeans. Sophie quickly undid the button and managed to lower his zipper before she had to stop for him to slide the now undone bra off her.

She reached for him again while he was tossing that aside, slid one hand into his open jeans, and found his already burgeoning erection. Sophie clasped and squeezed eagerly and then gasped into his mouth in surprise when a sharp shaft of pleasure and excitement charged through her.

Alasdair broke their kiss on a curse, took one look at her confused expression, and dropped to his knees before her. He undid and peeled her jeans and panties away so swiftly she was left gaping, until he pressed his mouth to what he’d revealed. Gasping as another jolt of pleasure tore through her, Sophie reached for the counter behind her and ended up grabbing the side of the small dish drying rack she kept there. She immediately released it, but must have pulled it forward as she did because the whole thing crashed to the floor, taking the coffee cup, knife, and plate she’d used for her toast that morning with it.

Alasdair stopped what he was doing at once to look at the mess on the floor. Muttered what sounded like, “Dangerous,” and then he scooped her up and carried her out of the kitchen.

Sophie thought he would take her to the bedroom, and began to nibble on his neck and ear as they went. Startled again when her caresses caused pleasure to roll through her own body, she stopped what she was doing and opened her mouth to say something about it. But before she could, Alasdair turned his head and kissed her again, silencing and distracting her. By the time he stopped and dropped to sit down with her sideways in his lap, she’d forgotten all about it.

They were on the couch in the living room, she saw when he broke their kiss and ducked his head to claim one nipple. Sophie just caught a glimpse of his jeans lying on the floor outside the kitchen before he began to draw on the nipple he’d claimed and her eyes closed on a moan of pleasure. But she knew that his pants—that she’d undone in the kitchen—must have slid down his legs as he’d carried her and he had just stepped out of them as he walked and carried her bare-assed in his T-shirt to the couch.

Winnie the Pooh style, Sophie thought, clutching his shoulder and head as Alasdair suckled, and then her eyes popped open and she jerked in his lap when his hand slid between her legs and began to caress her.

Gasping for breath now, she stared blindly at the top of his head, her hips shifting and wiggling over his hard shaft beneath her as his fingers played over her slick skin, and then he suddenly removed his hand from between her legs. Letting her nipple slip from his mouth, he raised his head and lifted and turned her, then set her down to straddle his hips.

Sophie groaned as he eased her down, his cock sliding into her as he did.

“God, love, yer so hot and tight,” he growled, his fingers shifting to her bottom and squeezing her buttocks as he raised and lowered her again.

Sophie just shook her head, unable to speak at that point. He was filling her to bursting, and sending wave after wave of unbearable excitement and need through her with each maddeningly slow stroke. She couldn’t stand it. She didn’t want him to stop. He was driving her crazy. She was going to lose it.

His mouth clamped on her breast in passing, his lips and tongue working the hard little nipple he’d claimed, and Sophie threw her head back on a scream that was choked off when the explosion of pleasure that had claimed her washed over her, taking consciousness with it.

“Well, I guess Niagara is out.”

Sophie glanced around with surprise at those words to see Alasdair entering the kitchen. He was fully dressed again for the first time in hours, while she was naked under the robe she’d pulled on before leaving him asleep in her bed to find something to eat.

“You’re awake,” she said with a smile and then turned back to the stove and the steak she was cooking. She’d woken up hungry after their last sex-capade. Number eight so far that day if she recalled correctly. It was all they’d done since coming back up to her apartment. Sex, sleep, wake up and have sex again only to sleep again. Or faint, really, Sophie thought with a small frown. She assumed Alasdair slept while she was unconscious. For all she knew, he could have been wandering her apartment poking his nose into everything. She doubted it, though. He was usually right there beside her wherever she woke up, whether it was on her couch, the living room floor, or her bed.

Although, the second time she’d woken up on the couch he’d been coming back into her apartment. The men had arrived to tow the SUV away and he’d run the keys down and found out that there were no other vehicles available for them to use.

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