He was such a beautiful man. And so large. She traced a vein on his shaft, then snuggled close to him so she could retrace it with her tongue. A moan rumbled deep in his throat. She trailed kisses up to the tip, then took him into her mouth.
Do you like this, she asked him in her thoughts.
God, yes. You're so good. You're - "Wait!" He struggled to sit up.
She released him with a smack of her lips. "Hmm. Tastes like chicken."
"It's not funny. You've never made love as a vampire, right? Do you even know what to expect?"
She nuzzled her cheek against his shaft, then kissed him. "I expect to have a good time. I'm being gentle."
"But you can't control your eyes. Or your strength. What if you can't control your fangs and they pop out?"
She paused with her mouth on his cock.
"Holy body piercing." He pushed her away from him and pinned her on her back.
She bit her lip to keep from laughing.
He glowered at her. "It's not funny."
"But I wouldn't have bitten you." Typical male, so worried about the preservation of the family jewels.
"I heard that." He raked his gaze over her while he kept a tight grip on her wrists.
She figured she was strong enough to throw him off. If she wanted to.
He arched a brow at her. "But you don't want to."
She smiled slowly. "Oh, dear. I'm totally at your mercy. Whatever will you do?"
He smiled back. "I'll be doing all the nibbling from now on."
She sighed. "I suppose I can live with that." Especially if he nibbled in all those places he'd mentioned before.
Not a problem. He nuzzled her neck and nipped at the spot where her neck curved into her shoulder.
She wiggled since the spot was ticklish. He nibbled a path to her br**sts. He released her wrists to cup one of her br**sts with his hand. He flicked his thumb over the nipple. When it hardened, he took it into his mouth.
She arched her back as her mind exploded with pleasure. When the sensation mellowed, she realized he'd retreated mentally to the fringes of her mind. She gripped his head tighter. "Don't leave me."
I'm still with you. He lifted his head from her breast. "Your reactions are too exciting. If I don't back off a bit, I'll explode."
"Oh, Austin." She kissed his brow. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too." He kissed the underside of her br**sts, then the curve of her hip. He pulled down the waistband of her shorts to nibble on her belly.
She wiggled against him. This was all well and good, but she was anxious to get on with it.
"Good." He yanked off her shorts.
She gasped. Hmm, telepathy could certainly come in handy.
He knelt at her feet and looked her over. "You're so beautiful, Darcy."
He lifted a foot and nipped at her toes. She bent her knee to let the leg fall open. His gaze zeroed in on her most private flesh. Excitement surged through her, causing her groin to tingle and ache. He worked his way up her leg, nibbling at her calf. She bent her other leg to spread her legs wider apart. He paused, his eyes riveted on her.
Hot moisture seeped from her, and she groaned with need.
He glanced at her with the hint of a smile. "You sexy strumpet."
Take me, please.
I'm getting there. Be patient. He kissed the inside of her thigh.
Now!
Bossy, aren't you? He released her leg and settled between her legs. When he touched her, she bucked. Whoa. This isn't the rodeo, darlin'.
"Sorry." She pressed a hand against her chest, gasping for air. "I'm just so excited. I've wanted you for so long."
Shh. Relax and enjoy. He gave her a long, slow lick.
She screamed.
He glanced toward the door, wincing. "There's a CIA operative next door. Let's try to keep it down."
"Right." She gripped the comforter in her fists and planted her feet firmly on the bed. "Okay. I'm ready. Do your worst. I mean your best."
His mouth twitched. "Sure."
Darcy gasped at the feel of his mouth on her again. She clutched at the comforter and closed her eyes. Good God. He was so sweet, so loving, so thorough, so damned slow! He quickened the pace, and she realized through the sensual fog that he'd heard her. Oh, sorry. But she was so impatient. She lifted her hips, wanting more pressure. He instantly responded by grabbing her hips. Good God, this telepathy stuff was good!
A little to the right. No, the other right. Faster. Fast - She spun out of control, unable to give directions any longer. But he didn't seem to need any. She was climbing, soaring, reeling, teetering on the edge, and he kept pushing 'til -
She screamed. Her body convulsed. Her legs clamped together.
"Aah." He wrenched his body out from between her legs. "Holy moley, you're strong."
With a moan, she rolled onto her side. Her body continued to rack with the sweetest spasms.
He collapsed beside her and pulled her into his arms. "Are you all right, sweetheart?"
"Yes," she gasped.
They both stiffened when a loud banging shook the door.
"Hey, Austin!" Garrett shouted. "What's going on? Do you need backup?"
He yelled, "I invited a girlfriend over. Go away."
There was a pause. "You sure you don't need backup?"
Darcy rolled her eyes when she heard snickering on the other side of the door.
"Get lost, you creep," Austin shouted. When all was quiet, he rolled her onto her back. "Now, where were we?"
She laced her hands around his neck. "I had just experienced the biggest, most colossal orgasm of my life."
"Ah. Well, it's a tall order, but we'll see if we can top it." He lowered his head to her br**sts.
Darcy's breath caught as all the sensations came rushing back. It wasn't long before her legs were spread and his fingers were drenched with more moisture.
"Do I need a condom?" he whispered.
"No." She shook her head, her eyes closed. He was teasing her with such sweet little circles. "No diseases."
His hand paused. "And children?"
Her eyes opened. Her heart stuttered at the concerned look on his face. "I can't have any."
A flicker of pain crossed his face. "I thought not. I'm sorry."
She swallowed and mentally forbade the tears that threatened to come. Austin would be such a good father. It was just one more reason why she shouldn't allow him to stay with her.
"No. I love you." He moved between her legs and positioned himself against her. "No matter what."
She cried out when he plunged inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held tight.
I love you. He repeated the words in her head as he thrust into her body. They clung to each other mentally as their sensations melted together and drove them higher and higher.
His body jerked, then pumped into her. His groan reverberated in her ears and inside her head. Her own body responded with a sensual shattering. She didn't know if it was bigger than the first one, but it was definitely sweeter, for they experienced it together.
He collapsed beside her and pulled her into his arms. "Are you all right, sweetheart?"
She shivered as her body heat quickly dwindled. "I'm getting cold again."
"Here. Get under the covers." He scooted off the bed and folded back the comforter. She slipped underneath as he turned off the lights. Moonlight filtered through the window, glinting off his hair with a silvery tint.
He settled beside her with a smile. "I'll heat you up again as soon as I recover from round one."
"Is this a boxing match?" She snuggled close to him.
He winced. "Don't expect nine rounds."
Smiling, she fondled the curls on his chest. "You're no longer in my head."
The corner of his mouth quirked. "I'm conserving my energy."
"Have you always had telepathic powers?"
He closed his eyes. His breathing slowed, and she wondered if he'd fallen asleep. He looked so harmless and handsome.
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. "It runs in my family, but skips every other generation. My grandfather was telepathic. My mother's father."
"The one you're named after?"
He nodded slightly. "Papa Olaf. When I was very young, I would hear people say something, but their lips weren't moving. And when I answered them, they looked at me like I'd grown two heads. I was afraid something was wrong with me."