some food inside her before she totally drained her body of energy.
It was early, not quite dawn yet, and his mind was foggy with fatigue. Sleep. Rubbing a hand over his gritty eyes, he muttered, “Got to get some sleep.”
Taking a chair, he turned it around, bracing the back of it against the door. It was unlikely that anybody would find them here—the car Jenai and Stephanie had stashed had been one he hadn’t been aware of. And it was unlikely anybody else was aware of it either. Since it wasn’t likely they could be tracked, and Ronan knew nobody had followed them, he should be okay to get some sleep.
If a threat came close, he knew either he, Jenai, or both of them would feel it in time to do something. Hopefully, though, that wouldn’t happen.
Because Stephanie was in bad shape, and the two of them were exhausted.
Casting a hungry look at Jenai’s long, slender body curled under a thin blanket, he lowered himself onto the chair, crossed his arms over his chest and, for the first time in two days, allowed himself to rest.
* * * * *
Jenai slid from the bed just after dawn, rubbing her eyes, feeling too tired and sluggish.
Probably came from feeding Steph. She was more used to taking blood on the spur of the moment, not opening a vein to give it.
Hunger was an ache in her belly. She needed to hunt, to feed, but she couldn’t leave Steph alone.
Stretching her arms over her head, she arched her back and yawned, trying to wake up.
There was a soft, sighing breath and in that instant, she realized—she wasn’t alone. Feeling his eyes on her, she turned slowly and saw Ronan. Holy hell. After five years of dreaming about him, actually seeing him, having him close enough for her to smell the scent of his skin, hear his heartbeat, was damn near intoxicating.
Licking her lips, she watched his eyes move up from her ankles, slide over her legs, her hips, up her torso, lingering on her breasts for a long second. Her nipples tightened and puckered under that look and then his eyes continued up, studying her mouth for a long second, and then he met her eyes.
She swallowed as the air in the room suddenly seemed too heavy, too hot, full of ripe need and rising lust.
“You look like an angel while you sleep.”
Her cheeks flushed and something inside her heart shifted—an odd, soft feeling—at his words. The thought of him watching her sleep did something to her too, but she couldn’t quite define it.
Something hot and sweet, like cotton candy in the summer. At that fanciful thought, she scowled, unaware of the blush that stained her cheeks.
Lowering her lashes, she said softly, “I’m no angel.”
Ronan smiled, moving toward her, his eyes gleaming brightly in the dim light of the hotel room. “Hmmm. Maybe not. An angel probably wouldn’t make me feel the way you do, the way you’ve always made me feel. Wouldn’t make me want what you make me want.”
The last words were breathed against her mouth as he reached out, closing his hands around her arms and drawing her closer. She was close enough to feel the heat of his body, like a whispered promise, but they weren’t actually touching—not yet. Just his hands on her arms, and then his mouth on hers as his lips came down and closed over hers, his tongue pushed inside.
Oh, hell.
He tasted even better than he smelled.
As he stroked his tongue across hers, he slid his hands down her arms, then around her waist to pull her closer still. Jenai whimpered as her breasts flattened against the hot, hard wall of his chest and his hands skimmed down her hips, bringing her pelvis tight against his, so that she could feel the heat and length of his cock pressing against the mound of her sex.
“Bloody hell, I can’t believe I’m finally touching you,” he growled against her lips.
Jenai’s head fell limply back as he tore his mouth away from hers and started to kiss his way down her neck. She gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders as he scraped his
It was early, not quite dawn yet, and his mind was foggy with fatigue. Sleep. Rubbing a hand over his gritty eyes, he muttered, “Got to get some sleep.”
Taking a chair, he turned it around, bracing the back of it against the door. It was unlikely that anybody would find them here—the car Jenai and Stephanie had stashed had been one he hadn’t been aware of. And it was unlikely anybody else was aware of it either. Since it wasn’t likely they could be tracked, and Ronan knew nobody had followed them, he should be okay to get some sleep.
If a threat came close, he knew either he, Jenai, or both of them would feel it in time to do something. Hopefully, though, that wouldn’t happen.
Because Stephanie was in bad shape, and the two of them were exhausted.
Casting a hungry look at Jenai’s long, slender body curled under a thin blanket, he lowered himself onto the chair, crossed his arms over his chest and, for the first time in two days, allowed himself to rest.
* * * * *
Jenai slid from the bed just after dawn, rubbing her eyes, feeling too tired and sluggish.
Probably came from feeding Steph. She was more used to taking blood on the spur of the moment, not opening a vein to give it.
Hunger was an ache in her belly. She needed to hunt, to feed, but she couldn’t leave Steph alone.
Stretching her arms over her head, she arched her back and yawned, trying to wake up.
There was a soft, sighing breath and in that instant, she realized—she wasn’t alone. Feeling his eyes on her, she turned slowly and saw Ronan. Holy hell. After five years of dreaming about him, actually seeing him, having him close enough for her to smell the scent of his skin, hear his heartbeat, was damn near intoxicating.
Licking her lips, she watched his eyes move up from her ankles, slide over her legs, her hips, up her torso, lingering on her breasts for a long second. Her nipples tightened and puckered under that look and then his eyes continued up, studying her mouth for a long second, and then he met her eyes.
She swallowed as the air in the room suddenly seemed too heavy, too hot, full of ripe need and rising lust.
“You look like an angel while you sleep.”
Her cheeks flushed and something inside her heart shifted—an odd, soft feeling—at his words. The thought of him watching her sleep did something to her too, but she couldn’t quite define it.
Something hot and sweet, like cotton candy in the summer. At that fanciful thought, she scowled, unaware of the blush that stained her cheeks.
Lowering her lashes, she said softly, “I’m no angel.”
Ronan smiled, moving toward her, his eyes gleaming brightly in the dim light of the hotel room. “Hmmm. Maybe not. An angel probably wouldn’t make me feel the way you do, the way you’ve always made me feel. Wouldn’t make me want what you make me want.”
The last words were breathed against her mouth as he reached out, closing his hands around her arms and drawing her closer. She was close enough to feel the heat of his body, like a whispered promise, but they weren’t actually touching—not yet. Just his hands on her arms, and then his mouth on hers as his lips came down and closed over hers, his tongue pushed inside.
Oh, hell.
He tasted even better than he smelled.
As he stroked his tongue across hers, he slid his hands down her arms, then around her waist to pull her closer still. Jenai whimpered as her breasts flattened against the hot, hard wall of his chest and his hands skimmed down her hips, bringing her pelvis tight against his, so that she could feel the heat and length of his cock pressing against the mound of her sex.
“Bloody hell, I can’t believe I’m finally touching you,” he growled against her lips.
Jenai’s head fell limply back as he tore his mouth away from hers and started to kiss his way down her neck. She gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders as he scraped his
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