lurch this time, and his sent her fully atop the counter, angled back over the faucet.
“You’re mistaken, love. I’m not that stupid. You’re the epitome of what every newly created vampire male wants and desires. You have to be.”
Love?
Liquid bliss raced through her at the word, and then it got pumped there with every flick of his tongue, accompanied by the scrape of his teeth. And then he moved closer, gripped her right against him, lifting her right into those abs in order to kiss her. That’s how he caught her moan in his mouth. She felt one of his canine teeth slicing open inner flesh, exactly as she did to him, and at the first exquisite taste, she went reeling. Soaring. Every nerve ending screamed with the sensation while striving for more of the same. And still more. The man could kiss. And it kept his mouth much better occupied than arguing.
He stood, backing from the sink, with her legs wrapped about his slim hips, while she slid up and down over one virile and readied male. Good thing he was strong, since his hands supported the movements. She heard ripping, sensed air at her back and then the cool glass of the inner shower sanctum met her flesh.
“How do you get the water on?”
He breathed the question along her earlobe, pulling that into his mouth in order to lick and then bite.
“Water on. 105 degrees. Mist.”
Water began misting from well above them, wetting his rich brown hair into a dark chestnut shade, and sticking it to his neck, while wetting what was left of her Park Avenue suit, as well as completely ruining her French twist. She didn’t care.
“That’s amazing. It obeys your voice.”
“That was one of my modifications. I designed it.”
She’d have designed him, too, if she’d had the imagination for it. The mist had gone to saturation level, causing a slide of naked male flesh against what was left of her blouse and chemise. She hadn’t worn a bra. This could’ve been why.
“It is definitely ‘jump on Doctor Findlay’ time. And you’re over-dressed.”
Sasha breathed in the amusement and got a nose full of mist and a coughing reaction. That had never happened before.
“And I don’t see any way of correcting it, shy of ruining your attire this time. You game?”
Giggling and nodding and drowning. Sasha had never tried that combination before and felt dizzy with the sensation. Or maybe it was the way he’d moved his kiss to her shoulder, sliding his tongue down her arm, before getting diverted to her breast. And then, he was suckling right through the sodden blouse, driving her into realms of ecstasy she’d never known.
Sasha careened right into absolute pleasure, tightening her thighs about him while rocking in throes of it. Light seared the enclave. Sparks fired through both of them. Heat fused them, while their hearts beat in unison. He was waiting when it ended. Lifting his head in order to put his nose against hers, blinking often against an onslaught of water droplets that turned him into an absolute water god.
Sasha gulped. And kept gulping. She was very lucky they were in water. He’d never know the depth of her emotion. She had no idea love such as this existed. It thrust through the hatred of centuries and then rinsed it away. Magically. Completely.
“What else does your little shower do?”
Oh. He was cocky. Self-assured. And perfect. Sasha regarded him for long moments while neither of them moved. And then she said it.
“Water. Vibrate.”
And then all she had to do was hold on.
CHAPTER NINE
“Two of spades. Four of hearts. Ace of spades. Three of diamonds. You wish
another
card?”
Stuart nodded. He didn’t know why the croupier still asked. It was a two of diamonds. He’d reached another perfect twenty-one, and she’d be handing him another stack of $10,000 chips. If they used cards he couldn’t see through, it would be a different matter, but the casino hadn’t figured it out yet. It might not be a dream, but since it was
“You’re mistaken, love. I’m not that stupid. You’re the epitome of what every newly created vampire male wants and desires. You have to be.”
Love?
Liquid bliss raced through her at the word, and then it got pumped there with every flick of his tongue, accompanied by the scrape of his teeth. And then he moved closer, gripped her right against him, lifting her right into those abs in order to kiss her. That’s how he caught her moan in his mouth. She felt one of his canine teeth slicing open inner flesh, exactly as she did to him, and at the first exquisite taste, she went reeling. Soaring. Every nerve ending screamed with the sensation while striving for more of the same. And still more. The man could kiss. And it kept his mouth much better occupied than arguing.
He stood, backing from the sink, with her legs wrapped about his slim hips, while she slid up and down over one virile and readied male. Good thing he was strong, since his hands supported the movements. She heard ripping, sensed air at her back and then the cool glass of the inner shower sanctum met her flesh.
“How do you get the water on?”
He breathed the question along her earlobe, pulling that into his mouth in order to lick and then bite.
“Water on. 105 degrees. Mist.”
Water began misting from well above them, wetting his rich brown hair into a dark chestnut shade, and sticking it to his neck, while wetting what was left of her Park Avenue suit, as well as completely ruining her French twist. She didn’t care.
“That’s amazing. It obeys your voice.”
“That was one of my modifications. I designed it.”
She’d have designed him, too, if she’d had the imagination for it. The mist had gone to saturation level, causing a slide of naked male flesh against what was left of her blouse and chemise. She hadn’t worn a bra. This could’ve been why.
“It is definitely ‘jump on Doctor Findlay’ time. And you’re over-dressed.”
Sasha breathed in the amusement and got a nose full of mist and a coughing reaction. That had never happened before.
“And I don’t see any way of correcting it, shy of ruining your attire this time. You game?”
Giggling and nodding and drowning. Sasha had never tried that combination before and felt dizzy with the sensation. Or maybe it was the way he’d moved his kiss to her shoulder, sliding his tongue down her arm, before getting diverted to her breast. And then, he was suckling right through the sodden blouse, driving her into realms of ecstasy she’d never known.
Sasha careened right into absolute pleasure, tightening her thighs about him while rocking in throes of it. Light seared the enclave. Sparks fired through both of them. Heat fused them, while their hearts beat in unison. He was waiting when it ended. Lifting his head in order to put his nose against hers, blinking often against an onslaught of water droplets that turned him into an absolute water god.
Sasha gulped. And kept gulping. She was very lucky they were in water. He’d never know the depth of her emotion. She had no idea love such as this existed. It thrust through the hatred of centuries and then rinsed it away. Magically. Completely.
“What else does your little shower do?”
Oh. He was cocky. Self-assured. And perfect. Sasha regarded him for long moments while neither of them moved. And then she said it.
“Water. Vibrate.”
And then all she had to do was hold on.
CHAPTER NINE
“Two of spades. Four of hearts. Ace of spades. Three of diamonds. You wish
another
card?”
Stuart nodded. He didn’t know why the croupier still asked. It was a two of diamonds. He’d reached another perfect twenty-one, and she’d be handing him another stack of $10,000 chips. If they used cards he couldn’t see through, it would be a different matter, but the casino hadn’t figured it out yet. It might not be a dream, but since it was
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