sighed, feeling a little better.
“Yeah, well, let’s keep it between us because if Sid or Jared find out, I’ll never get any work out of them.” He winked, grabbing the shirt he’d gotten for her to wear. “I’ll leave you to get dressed unless you need help.”
Cheeks flushed, she shook her head. “I’m fine. I’ll be right out.” She stopped him before he could leave. Grabbing the wet washcloth she was using, she gently wiped the blood from his cheek.
Duncan stood rigid while she wiped the blood away, her eyes focused on his lips. God knew he wanted to kiss her, but she was going to have to make the first move. As much as it pained him, she was in control. He stood perfectly still as she leaned closer. He watched the war rage in her beautiful mismatched eyes. She was so close, he could feel her raspy breath against his lips. With a feeling of victory, her lips touched his; he had definitely won the war that battled inside her. He was the victor and her lips his prize.
*****
Nicole fought her way through the massive crowd of reporters. If one more reporter shoved a microphone in her face, she was going to shove it up their ass. She was so not in the mood. Finally making it to the front door, she stopped at the sight of Damon leaning against a post, hidden from view of the street.
“Where have you been?” he asked without moving, his golden eyes flicking from her head down her body.
“I’m not in the mood for your protective macho crap, Damon.” Nicole cocked her hip.
“I asked you a question,” he barked.
“And I gave you an answer,” she shot back.
“That wasn’t an answer,” he snorted. “That was you being a smartass.”
“That was me being honest.” She took a step toward him tilting her head with attitude. “If you can’t take it, that’s your problem.”
“You’re my fucking problem,” he growled, grabbing her before she could move out of the way. He plastered her against the pole he had been leaning on. His lips mashed down on hers, his hand moving to tangle in her hair pushing her closer. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t fight. She kissed him just as fiercely. Finally, he pulled away, his eyes black with need. “Do you regret it?”
“Regret what?” Nicole’s eyes, cloudy with desire, stared up into his, her chest heaving for breath.
“Marrying me?” For a brief second, his eyes shifted away. It was so fast she wondered if it had actually happened.
“No, Damon. I don’t regret marrying you.” Her voice was strong and sure. “I do regret that you have no confidence in me. I can take care of myself. I have been, way before you came into my life. I know that’s hard for you to understand, but I feel smothered sometimes.”
“You drive me crazy.” He leaned over kissing her neck. “Absolutely, fucking crazy.”
Nicole licked his neck before giving him a sharp bite. “Let’s take this inside before we’re on the six o’clock news. I’m sure those damn reporters wouldn’t pass up a segment on the mating of vampires.”
One eyebrow cocked, making him look sexy as hell, he whispered, “Is that what we’re going to do?”
“Making up is the best part of fighting.” Nicole gave him a sexy smile. “And you have a lot to make up for.”
“Oh, really?” He cupped her intimately over her jeans. “I think you have some making up to do yourself.” He rubbed his thumb over her sweet spot, making her moan and squirm.
Swiping her tongue slowly across her lips, she gave him a saucy wink and cupped him, grinning as he swelled in her hand. “Oh, I plan to, Warrior.”
Neither one of them heard the click of a camera.
*****
Kenny Lawrence stared at the television, his shoulders heaving. The fucking bitch was pregnant. He didn’t know whether to shout in victory or smash his fist through the fucking wall. Leaning closer, he watched Pam stare shocked into the camera. Damn, she looked good, and had always been a terrific lay. Too bad the fucking cunt turned
“Yeah, well, let’s keep it between us because if Sid or Jared find out, I’ll never get any work out of them.” He winked, grabbing the shirt he’d gotten for her to wear. “I’ll leave you to get dressed unless you need help.”
Cheeks flushed, she shook her head. “I’m fine. I’ll be right out.” She stopped him before he could leave. Grabbing the wet washcloth she was using, she gently wiped the blood from his cheek.
Duncan stood rigid while she wiped the blood away, her eyes focused on his lips. God knew he wanted to kiss her, but she was going to have to make the first move. As much as it pained him, she was in control. He stood perfectly still as she leaned closer. He watched the war rage in her beautiful mismatched eyes. She was so close, he could feel her raspy breath against his lips. With a feeling of victory, her lips touched his; he had definitely won the war that battled inside her. He was the victor and her lips his prize.
*****
Nicole fought her way through the massive crowd of reporters. If one more reporter shoved a microphone in her face, she was going to shove it up their ass. She was so not in the mood. Finally making it to the front door, she stopped at the sight of Damon leaning against a post, hidden from view of the street.
“Where have you been?” he asked without moving, his golden eyes flicking from her head down her body.
“I’m not in the mood for your protective macho crap, Damon.” Nicole cocked her hip.
“I asked you a question,” he barked.
“And I gave you an answer,” she shot back.
“That wasn’t an answer,” he snorted. “That was you being a smartass.”
“That was me being honest.” She took a step toward him tilting her head with attitude. “If you can’t take it, that’s your problem.”
“You’re my fucking problem,” he growled, grabbing her before she could move out of the way. He plastered her against the pole he had been leaning on. His lips mashed down on hers, his hand moving to tangle in her hair pushing her closer. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t fight. She kissed him just as fiercely. Finally, he pulled away, his eyes black with need. “Do you regret it?”
“Regret what?” Nicole’s eyes, cloudy with desire, stared up into his, her chest heaving for breath.
“Marrying me?” For a brief second, his eyes shifted away. It was so fast she wondered if it had actually happened.
“No, Damon. I don’t regret marrying you.” Her voice was strong and sure. “I do regret that you have no confidence in me. I can take care of myself. I have been, way before you came into my life. I know that’s hard for you to understand, but I feel smothered sometimes.”
“You drive me crazy.” He leaned over kissing her neck. “Absolutely, fucking crazy.”
Nicole licked his neck before giving him a sharp bite. “Let’s take this inside before we’re on the six o’clock news. I’m sure those damn reporters wouldn’t pass up a segment on the mating of vampires.”
One eyebrow cocked, making him look sexy as hell, he whispered, “Is that what we’re going to do?”
“Making up is the best part of fighting.” Nicole gave him a sexy smile. “And you have a lot to make up for.”
“Oh, really?” He cupped her intimately over her jeans. “I think you have some making up to do yourself.” He rubbed his thumb over her sweet spot, making her moan and squirm.
Swiping her tongue slowly across her lips, she gave him a saucy wink and cupped him, grinning as he swelled in her hand. “Oh, I plan to, Warrior.”
Neither one of them heard the click of a camera.
*****
Kenny Lawrence stared at the television, his shoulders heaving. The fucking bitch was pregnant. He didn’t know whether to shout in victory or smash his fist through the fucking wall. Leaning closer, he watched Pam stare shocked into the camera. Damn, she looked good, and had always been a terrific lay. Too bad the fucking cunt turned
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