Read Online a Touch of Intrigue by L. j. Charles - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: L. j. Charles
Ads: Link
blood brothers.”
I shivered. “Just so I understand. You want us to slice our skin open and share blood? Is that the deal? Isn’t that a seven-year-old boy kind of activity? Not that I mind if it’s what you think we should do, but it seems…odd.” I wasn’t about to question his sanity. Not when he’d slipped a knife out of his pocket and was holding it in front of me.
Tugging free of his hand, I backed up a step and pointed at the knife. “How exactly is this going to go down?”
Smart man that he is, Pierce handed me the blade, hilt first. “Not exactly like seven-year-olds. Prick your fingertip and I’ll lick the blood.”
My eyes had to be the size of dinner plates. Make that platters. “You don’t have any vampires in your family, right?”
He grinned. A regular, normal, Pierce smile that brimmed with laughter. “Not a one. Sounds crazy, but there’s a lot of blood spilled during childbirth. Seemed to fit.”
My heart slowed to a normal rhythm. “I get that, in an off beat abnormal kind of way. And it sort of almost makes sense, but I’m not cutting my fingertips. Thumb?” I gave him a “thumb’s up.”
“We can do thumbs. Blood is blood.”
He took the knife from my hand, punctured the fleshy tip of his thumb, squeezed a few drops of blood out, and then rubbed a rich, red smear over my bottom lip. I licked my lips. Shock at the intimacy of it flooded me, and my core swelled with need. Oh, yeah. Those vampire types knew things normal people didn’t. I brought his thumb to my mouth and sucked, then brushed my tongue over the injury until it closed. “That was—”
“Sexy as hell.” Pierce adjusted his cargoes, then offered me the knife.
“You do it.” I held my thumb up, and stroked his erection with my free hand.
He pressed into my palm, and need flashed behind his eyes. “Distracting me, Belisama?”
“No. Distracting myself.”
There was a prick against my thumb, and then my universe was reduced to a single-focus on Tynan’s mouth, sucking, demanding more. No gentle licks, no tender kisses.
I reached for his zipper, but he grasped my wrist, stopping me. “No condoms.”
“I don’t care.” The words slipped out, almost a dare, and I twisted my hand trying to get to his elusive zipper.
Pierce distracted me with long, hot, frustrating kisses. I wanted more. Tried to work my boots off without untying them. The functioning part of my brain knew I couldn’t get my pants over the boots, and I couldn’t wrap my legs around him until I was free of the restricting clothing. How to accomplish the task was way too complex for my hormone-addled mind to figure out.
He clutched my hips, holding me still. “We’re not…”
He nibbled a sensitive spot on the side of my neck. “Going to…”
A series of delicate licks that he blew against the damp spot reduced me to a puddle of need. Hot, then cool electric tingles spread through me with every nuance of his touch.
“Make a baby…” Pierce slipped his hands around to cup my backside, pulled me firmly against him, and rubbed that beautiful arousal over my sensitized abdomen. I wanted it lower. Where I needed it. So, I stretched up, and tried to work my leg around his thighs. Stumbled. And common sense shattered my hormone-soggy brain. “Baby?” No. Nope. Not ready for that. I leaned back, and gave him a wide-eyed stare.
“Hmm. No condoms.” One final, hard kiss, and he set me away from him.
Our breathing was so loud and ragged the birds had flown for cover. I tightened my thighs, trying to relieve the pressure. It intensified. “Definitely no baby.” My words came out embarrassingly squeaky.
Pierce sucked in a huge lungful of air, adjusted himself, and sighed. “Can’t until I know you’ll be safe.”
There was a wealth of emotion behind his words, and I wanted, needed him to understand we were on the same page. I laid my palm against his cheek. “We’ll work that part out. There’s never any guarantee of
I shivered. “Just so I understand. You want us to slice our skin open and share blood? Is that the deal? Isn’t that a seven-year-old boy kind of activity? Not that I mind if it’s what you think we should do, but it seems…odd.” I wasn’t about to question his sanity. Not when he’d slipped a knife out of his pocket and was holding it in front of me.
Tugging free of his hand, I backed up a step and pointed at the knife. “How exactly is this going to go down?”
Smart man that he is, Pierce handed me the blade, hilt first. “Not exactly like seven-year-olds. Prick your fingertip and I’ll lick the blood.”
My eyes had to be the size of dinner plates. Make that platters. “You don’t have any vampires in your family, right?”
He grinned. A regular, normal, Pierce smile that brimmed with laughter. “Not a one. Sounds crazy, but there’s a lot of blood spilled during childbirth. Seemed to fit.”
My heart slowed to a normal rhythm. “I get that, in an off beat abnormal kind of way. And it sort of almost makes sense, but I’m not cutting my fingertips. Thumb?” I gave him a “thumb’s up.”
“We can do thumbs. Blood is blood.”
He took the knife from my hand, punctured the fleshy tip of his thumb, squeezed a few drops of blood out, and then rubbed a rich, red smear over my bottom lip. I licked my lips. Shock at the intimacy of it flooded me, and my core swelled with need. Oh, yeah. Those vampire types knew things normal people didn’t. I brought his thumb to my mouth and sucked, then brushed my tongue over the injury until it closed. “That was—”
“Sexy as hell.” Pierce adjusted his cargoes, then offered me the knife.
“You do it.” I held my thumb up, and stroked his erection with my free hand.
He pressed into my palm, and need flashed behind his eyes. “Distracting me, Belisama?”
“No. Distracting myself.”
There was a prick against my thumb, and then my universe was reduced to a single-focus on Tynan’s mouth, sucking, demanding more. No gentle licks, no tender kisses.
I reached for his zipper, but he grasped my wrist, stopping me. “No condoms.”
“I don’t care.” The words slipped out, almost a dare, and I twisted my hand trying to get to his elusive zipper.
Pierce distracted me with long, hot, frustrating kisses. I wanted more. Tried to work my boots off without untying them. The functioning part of my brain knew I couldn’t get my pants over the boots, and I couldn’t wrap my legs around him until I was free of the restricting clothing. How to accomplish the task was way too complex for my hormone-addled mind to figure out.
He clutched my hips, holding me still. “We’re not…”
He nibbled a sensitive spot on the side of my neck. “Going to…”
A series of delicate licks that he blew against the damp spot reduced me to a puddle of need. Hot, then cool electric tingles spread through me with every nuance of his touch.
“Make a baby…” Pierce slipped his hands around to cup my backside, pulled me firmly against him, and rubbed that beautiful arousal over my sensitized abdomen. I wanted it lower. Where I needed it. So, I stretched up, and tried to work my leg around his thighs. Stumbled. And common sense shattered my hormone-soggy brain. “Baby?” No. Nope. Not ready for that. I leaned back, and gave him a wide-eyed stare.
“Hmm. No condoms.” One final, hard kiss, and he set me away from him.
Our breathing was so loud and ragged the birds had flown for cover. I tightened my thighs, trying to relieve the pressure. It intensified. “Definitely no baby.” My words came out embarrassingly squeaky.
Pierce sucked in a huge lungful of air, adjusted himself, and sighed. “Can’t until I know you’ll be safe.”
There was a wealth of emotion behind his words, and I wanted, needed him to understand we were on the same page. I laid my palm against his cheek. “We’ll work that part out. There’s never any guarantee of
Similar Books
