Sexual Appetites of Vampires (Sexual Appetites of Unearthly Creatures #1)

Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

N ight came much too fast for Lara and though there were hours left… they weren’t enough for her. She didn’t want to leave him, say good-bye and never see him again. But he had made no move to tell her how he felt, and he had to know how she felt. He had told her often enough how she was an open book to him. She could not believe he hadn’t heard her thoughts on how much she loved him. Yet he had said nothing about loving her, so what was she to do?

Enjoy.

She almost laughed at the thought, since she had been doing just that. Right now, she lay snuggled in his arms pretending to read a book just as he did, though he didn’t pretend. He was actually reading.

They had lingered in his bed talking after more than an hour of making love. Exhausted, yet more than satiated, they had talked of their childhoods and memories that brought laughter and some that brought tears. It had been so very intimate in more ways than one. And, of course, the sex had been...

A silent sigh spread through her, recalling how she had felt slipping him into her and riding him with such abandoned pleasure. And after she had an explosive climax, he had flipped her on her back and drove into her making her have one of those mind-blowing ones. She couldn’t imagine a more powerful climax, but then he hadn’t bitten her so she couldn’t really say.

“Your thoughts and your grinding softly against me will have you naked beneath me very soon.”

She stilled, and then with a smile continued to move against him.

He dropped his book along with hers and did exactly as he promised. And she wondered how it was that she could want him so frequently. Never, ever had she felt this way about sex. She could take it or leave it, but not with Michael. The more she had him, the more she wanted him.

They lay naked wrapped around each other on the couch when they finished, a blanket thrown across them.

“We should just stay naked for the rest of the night,” he said with a laugh, “since we’re both ravenous for each other.”

She wondered then if she had vampire blood in her somewhere since she realized that he was right. Her voracious sexual appetite matched his. And how she would appease it once they parted, she had no idea.

“Though I do think a nice formal supper in the dining room would be a good way to celebrate our time together.”

Our time together .

This was it. The hours were ticking away. Their time together would be done.

“Let’s make it a bit formal. Go have yourself a soak while I see to details and wear that lovely long skirt you look so delicious in.”

“Why? Do you plan on eating me?”

“Sweetheart, I intend on tasting every single inch of you tonight.”

How could her passion stir after she had just climaxed twice? Damn, if he hadn’t infected her with his insatiable sexual appetite and damn if she didn’t care—at least for the moment.

He roused them up off the couch and pointed her toward the door. “Go and meet me in the dining room in an hour.”

She scooped her clothes up, though didn’t bother to slip them on. She did, however, make sure to wiggle her naked butt at him as she walked out of the room. He was behind her in a second, and she let out a yelp when he slapped her bottom lightly and whispered, “This is the first place I intend to taste tonight.”

Her body quivered as it always did when his touches tempted, or his words excited. She didn’t say anymore, she hurried off and up to her room.

While her long, gray skirt was nice, she wished she had the little black dress she took everywhere with her when she traveled. She had two. One with long sleeves, low neckline, and snug to mid-thigh and the other was almost identical except it was sleeveless. Black high heel sandals went with it, both items fitting easily into her carry-on.

Carry-on!

She had brought her carry-on suitcase, and she hadn’t fully unpacked from her last trip. Could she have left the black dress in the zipper compartment in the back? She had thrown only a few things in the suitcase when she had packed for this short trip and had never bothered to check the back compartment.

She unzipped the section she had neglected to check before packing and smiled. Her long sleeve black dress and her shoe bag with the high-heel sandals were there. She pulled them out, shaking the few wrinkles as best she could from the black dress, then draping it over the chaise.

A smile spread across her face as she entered the bathroom to take a shower. At least she would leave him with a memory of her, that he just might not be able to forget.

Lara stared at herself in the mirror when she finished. She looked different. Did she dare say sexy? She had never thought of herself as sexy, but seeing herself now, she actually felt that she looked sexy. Or was it that she felt sexy, truly sexy, for the first time in her life?

It wasn’t her body that had changed; it was how she thought of herself that changed.

She wasn’t seeing her faults; she was viewing herself with confidence.

She ran her fingers through her auburn hair and gave it a shake, leaving it looking a bit untamed, and then she added a bright red lipstick to her lips. A last spritz of wild honey body spray and she went to join Michael for their last meal together.

His back was to her when she entered the formal dining room and she was glad of it, since the atmosphere caught her by surprise.

Romantic.

The whole room was scented with it; dim lighting, flickering candles, a fire crackling in the fireplace, a bottle of white wine chilling in a silver bucket, the table set for two with fine china and white linen napkins and soft strands of light classical music drifting in the air.

While it strummed her passion, it stirred her heart much more.

He turned then and seeing how his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw her was the best complaint she could have ever gotten.

“I’m rendered speechless. You’re too stunning for words.”

Okay, maybe that was the best complaint she had ever gotten.

He held his hand out to her and she walked over to him, wondering how he could appear more handsome each time she saw him. Of course the expensive black suit he wore with the cobalt blue shirt and black silk tie no doubt added to his good looks.

“That dress is lethal,” he said as he took her hand and drew her close. “And so are those red lips of yours. I’m going to enjoy kissing them bare.”

She playfully turned her head away when he went to kiss her. “And here I thought to paint your whole body with my red lips.”

He took hold of her chin and turned her face to claim a sharp kiss. “Tempt me with such an image and—” His eyes began to glow red and he quickly shut them.

Lara gulped back the lump that rose in her throat. She realized that he was fighting back his vampire side more and more when it came to sex. While she trusted him, she also thought it would be foolish of her to add to his struggle.

“Later,” she whispered, pressing her hand to his chest.

His eyes opened to reveal a spattering of red that faded more slowly than usual. “You can count on it.”

He held out the chair for her to sit and he took the seat at the head of the table. Conversation flowed naturally between them as it always did. They never seemed to lack something to discuss. Tales of his travels fascinated her, and tales of her work intrigued him. And always underlying their discussions, or anything they did, was intimacy.

It came in a simple touch, a laugh, a smile, an unexpected kiss, a playful poke, or a look that had them both knowing that soon, very soon, they would make love.

It was a lovely meal, though Lara wasn’t concerned with the meal as much as she was with the time left to her with Michael. She had been enjoying herself so much that she hadn’t realized several hours had passed, bringing morning that much closer.

She finally asked the question she had been putting off. “What time will the car service be here tomorrow?”

“Not until after lunchtime.”

She smiled, keeping her thoughts quiet.

He reached out and took her hand, caressing it lightly. “Do you feel you have everything you need for your chapter on sexual appetites of vampires?”

She had to smile. “More than I thought possible.”

He turned her hand over, his thumb gently tracing circles on her palm. “I’m surprised that your curiosity hasn’t had you wanting to experience sex with a vampire firsthand.”

“It’s tempting,” she admitted and chose her words carefully, making sure she didn’t once let the word love slip in. “But if I did, then I would completely surrender to you.”

“And you don’t want to surrender to me?”

“It’s tempting,” she said again and battled with the thoughts that wanted to rush into her head and scream, it isn’t surrender it’s love .

“Perhaps I haven’t tempted you enough,” he said and leaned in to kiss her.

“Perhaps you haven’t tempted me with just the right thing,” she whispered before his lips met hers.

“Tell me,” he said and his lips encouraged with a kiss.

She sighed, loving the taste of him. “That’s for you to find out.”

“Then I intend to explore.”

He stood and she was up in his arms before she realized that he had scooped her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drank in his unique scent as she rested her head on his shoulder.

He walked out of the room and the candles extinguished as he passed each one. She looked up and saw his eyes rimmed red, and worried that she would not be able to resist the vampire within him.

Once in his bedroom, he lowered her to her feet and began to undress but stopped her when she went to do the same.

“No,” he said, brushing her hands away. “I want to undress you.”

She stood and watched as he dislodged his shoes with his feet and cast them aside. Then he pulled his tie from around his neck, slipped out of his suit jacket, yanked his shirt from his trousers and unbuttoned each button, not tossing his shirt aside fast enough for her. She loved his naked chest, loved the feel of it, the taste of it, loved resting her head on it.

Her glance followed his hands as they undid his belt, unhooked his button and unzipped his trousers. They went down along with his underwear and were off along with his socks in a flash.

He stood naked, his penis jutting out proudly and after her heart took several quick beats, he approached her.

His hands went to the bottom of her dress, and he inched it up slowly along her body.

The knit material was soft and hugged her almost refusing to let go, causing a tantalizing friction as it eased up along her skin. His fingertips skimmed her flesh sending more goosebumps running over her.

She lifted her arms without being told and he yanked it off the rest of the way, his mouth kissing the flesh of her breasts just above her black lace bra. His hands were at her back and had her bra undone in seconds and when slipped it off her, his mouth captured one of her nipples, teasing it with his tongue.

After treating her other nipple to the same teasing, he stepped back and let his eyes wander over every inch of her. His dark eyes heated with passion as he did, though not a hint of red surfaced.

Lara stood proud in her black lace bikini underwear and her high-heel sandals. Another time she might have felt exposed and vulnerable, not anymore. She felt sexy and ready to make love.

“You are so beautiful,” he said and once again scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

He approached her from the bottom of the bed, kissing along her ankle and leg as he took off her shoes. He kissed and nibbled along every inch of her flesh, and she thought she would go mad as desire shot through her.

When he worked his way between her legs, he kissed her black lace underwear, already moist with passion. The sensation was so erotic that she feared she’d come, and she didn’t want to, not yet.

Whether he felt her impatience, or it was his own, didn’t matter, she was just relieved when his fingers took hold of the band of her panties and pulled the flimsy lace down, stripping it completely off her.

He turned her over quickly, nipping along her firm bottom and she had to smile recalling his earlier words in the library. He was a man of his word.

After his tongue drove her to climax, he got to his knees and slipped his arms under her thighs to lift her up so that he could slip his penis easily into her. All sound reasoning was lost after that. She didn’t know how many times she came, though it amazed her that she came hard each time. For someone who had been accustomed to flaccid orgasms, this was a dream—no—fantasy come true.

They rested afterwards, talked some, dozed some, and later Lara left his side, against his protests, promising him it would be worth it. When she returned to his room, the only thing she wore was her bright red lipstick.

He smiled and his smile grew and turned to groans as she left red imprints over every inch of him.

The night wore on and so did they and sleep finally claimed them, and the time they had left together.