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Authors: Amanda J. Greene
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her movements, Kerstyn scooted to the edge of the chair and craned her neck for a better view. He stepped to the edge of the pool and her breath caught as he dove into the water, his large frame barely disturbing the surface and creating no sound. She watched him move beneath the water from one end of the Olympic-size pool to the other. Occasionally, he would come up. Water dripped from his face and rolled down his chest as he ran his hands through his hair before slipping under again. After what seemed like an eternity, he pushed himself up out of the water, sitting on the tiled edge. He reached for his towel, wiped his face off, then ran it over his hair and across his chiseled chest.
God, she was envious of a towel.
Heat flushed her cheeks and ran down her spine. She could not help the sigh that escaped her lips when he stood, wrapping the towel around his waist, covering the black swim trunks that clung to his backside.
He walked back toward the house, disappearing beneath the patio. She heard the door snick closed. Her mouth was dry, her heart slammed in her chest as she envisioned him entering his room, dropping the towel, his trunks―
She closed her eyes. There was no denying she wanted to be with him. She needed to be with him. She wanted her dream to come true. She wanted to taste his flesh, she wanted to run her fingers over his muscled body, she wanted to straddle his hips. For the first time in her life, the thought of biting a man for his blood was erotic. She wanted to taste him in every way.
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Kerstyn dragged in slow breaths, letting them out even slower as she attempted to calm herself. She stood, bringing the chair inside with her and closing the balcony doors.
She needed to think of anything other than her dream. As she sat on her bed, she formed a mental list of questions and those questions demanded answers. But she was not about to go hunt Dimitri down before getting her lust under control. Throwing herself at him and tackling him to the ground would not help her confusion though it would quell her newfound desire.
She had ditched her dress earlier and had slept in her bra and panties. Now, Kerstyn rummaged through the clothes still scattered on the floor where she had dropped them deciding that tomorrow she would put everything in its proper place. Finding a pair of flannel pajama pants and a tank top with a built-in bra, she slipped into her loungewear, found her pink, fuzzy slippers, and went in search of Dimitri.
Kerstyn recited her question list again in her head as she crossed the living room, passed through the kitchen, went down the hall, and stopped in front of Dimitri’s room. She raised her hand, preparing to knock when the delicately carved double doors were thrown open. Kerstyn jumped, her breath lodged in her throat.
Dimitri’s frame filled the doorway. Her eyes met his bare chest.
Thin rivers of water dripped from his damp hair and rolled down his shoulders to his abdomen. He wore nothing but white workout shorts and a pair of super-sized, white running shoes.
She swallowed and forced her gaze to leave his pectorals and travel up his thick neck to his face.
“Can’t sleep either?” she squeaked.
He shrugged. The beast within him was restless, craving action.
The swim had been no help, not with Kerstyn sitting on her balcony with the scent of her arousal floating on the breeze. Her hot gaze had been a caress firing his blood, triggering his need despite the cool water. He had hoped in vain a cold shower would help. Now, he prayed that a death-defying workout would do what the swim and shower could not—calm the beast.
“I was just heading to the gym.”
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“Twenty-Four Hour Fitness?” she asked. She had no idea what time it was, but it was late…or was it early now? “You know, not all Twenty-Four Hour Fitness centers are open twenty-four hours.”
“I have a gym set up in the basement.”
She dropped her eyes to the floor and stepped back, giving him room
God, she was envious of a towel.
Heat flushed her cheeks and ran down her spine. She could not help the sigh that escaped her lips when he stood, wrapping the towel around his waist, covering the black swim trunks that clung to his backside.
He walked back toward the house, disappearing beneath the patio. She heard the door snick closed. Her mouth was dry, her heart slammed in her chest as she envisioned him entering his room, dropping the towel, his trunks―
She closed her eyes. There was no denying she wanted to be with him. She needed to be with him. She wanted her dream to come true. She wanted to taste his flesh, she wanted to run her fingers over his muscled body, she wanted to straddle his hips. For the first time in her life, the thought of biting a man for his blood was erotic. She wanted to taste him in every way.
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Kerstyn dragged in slow breaths, letting them out even slower as she attempted to calm herself. She stood, bringing the chair inside with her and closing the balcony doors.
She needed to think of anything other than her dream. As she sat on her bed, she formed a mental list of questions and those questions demanded answers. But she was not about to go hunt Dimitri down before getting her lust under control. Throwing herself at him and tackling him to the ground would not help her confusion though it would quell her newfound desire.
She had ditched her dress earlier and had slept in her bra and panties. Now, Kerstyn rummaged through the clothes still scattered on the floor where she had dropped them deciding that tomorrow she would put everything in its proper place. Finding a pair of flannel pajama pants and a tank top with a built-in bra, she slipped into her loungewear, found her pink, fuzzy slippers, and went in search of Dimitri.
Kerstyn recited her question list again in her head as she crossed the living room, passed through the kitchen, went down the hall, and stopped in front of Dimitri’s room. She raised her hand, preparing to knock when the delicately carved double doors were thrown open. Kerstyn jumped, her breath lodged in her throat.
Dimitri’s frame filled the doorway. Her eyes met his bare chest.
Thin rivers of water dripped from his damp hair and rolled down his shoulders to his abdomen. He wore nothing but white workout shorts and a pair of super-sized, white running shoes.
She swallowed and forced her gaze to leave his pectorals and travel up his thick neck to his face.
“Can’t sleep either?” she squeaked.
He shrugged. The beast within him was restless, craving action.
The swim had been no help, not with Kerstyn sitting on her balcony with the scent of her arousal floating on the breeze. Her hot gaze had been a caress firing his blood, triggering his need despite the cool water. He had hoped in vain a cold shower would help. Now, he prayed that a death-defying workout would do what the swim and shower could not—calm the beast.
“I was just heading to the gym.”
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“Twenty-Four Hour Fitness?” she asked. She had no idea what time it was, but it was late…or was it early now? “You know, not all Twenty-Four Hour Fitness centers are open twenty-four hours.”
“I have a gym set up in the basement.”
She dropped her eyes to the floor and stepped back, giving him room
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