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pleasant to see all of her, sense all of her, take all of her. Just how intoxicating and satisfying would the combination of her blood and body be?
    He did enjoy thinking about all the many possibilities as he let her lead him along the empty street. He stopped arguing with himself and greatly enjoyed the time it took to walk several blocks to the one source of light spilling out into the late-night darkness.
    Christopher looked around carefully before going inside the all-night diner, appreciating the long winter night as well as making sure they hadn’t been followed. He hadn’t let her distract his senses entirely.
    No one had followed them, and it was about two hours before he had to find shelter.
    I vy was aware of the vampire looking her over for the entire walk. It felt like that saying about someone’s undressing you with his eyes, only real. Somehow, feeling his attention on her so intently had done things to her, made her feel more vulnerable, more female. She’d found her body swaying sensually every now and then as she walked.
    Okay,
she thought,
I’m naked under my clothes. You don’t have to be so obvious about your interest.
    It was a ploy to rattle her, right? And this form of telepathicallytactile attention did rattle her from head to toe to her inner workings. It made her breasts feel heavy and her insides curl with heat.
    I can smell you,
he whispered inside her head.
Delicious.
    With a nose like that, you better be able to.
    “Just leave me alone,” she grumbled when they reached the door of Theo’s Diner.
    He laughed softly in her ear, making her do that shiver thing again, and insisted on opening the door for her and bowing slightly as she went in ahead of him.
    “Oh, you’re a real gentleman,” she said.
    “I’ve had lessons.”
    “Night school?”
    He gave her that infectious grin again. And seeing it in full light for the first time, Ivy’s knees almost buckled. Shock stopped her as she realized that not only had he spoken in her head, but that she had easily replied. How could that have happened? How had
he
done that? Why could she talk to him, like he was somehow special?
    She stumbled forward as he dragged her all the way to the booth at the back, on the side away from the kitchen doors.
    “We’ll be lucky if a waitress even finds us back here,” she said.
    “Shove over,” he said, and sat down close beside her.
    She was pinned between him and the wall. His broad shoulders took up a lot of room in the small booth, his thigh was pressed against hers. He plucked his leather coat off her shoulders and tossed it onto the seat opposite. She was still wearing her own coat but didn’t bother trying to wiggle out of it.
    Naked under her clothes. It was stupid, but it still felt safer to have on as many layers as possible. The body against hers was hot and hard-muscled and—
    “Damn it,” she grumbled.
    “Am I making it hard for you to think? Or are you thinking too much about—?”
    “Bugger off,” she said.
    He chuckled, in a most satisfied way.
    A waiter came up with two steaming mugs and set them on the table, and he was gone in an instant.
    Ivy glanced at the mug in front of the vampire.
    “Is that tea?”
    “Very refreshing before bedtime,” he said.
    “Stop trying to act English,” she said. “I know you can’t be.”
    Oh, Goddess, that was a mistake!
    He knew it, and chuckled. It was the scariest sound she’d ever heard. “And who told you that?” He pinched her chin between his fingers quicker than she could see. His eyes had gone a fierce, feral red. Every bit of amusement had left him. He was nothing but hardness now, radiating threat. “Tell me how you know. Tell me!”
    His whisper sent painful cold terror through her head, into her soul. “H-hunters.” She was squeaking like a terrified little mouse-girl! But at least she was able to keep up the lie. “It’s vampire-hunter knowledge.”
    “No, it is not,” he answered. “No mortal has ever lived