A Vampire for Christmas(12)
Slowly, carefully, he eased himself almost all the way out. Moisture glistened on his shaft, a visual indication of how her body was reacting to his.
Don’t stop,” she said breathlessly, her nails digging into his arms.
He laughed. “Believe me, I’m not. I’m just very visual.” Although he could tell she was ready for more, seeing it with his own eyes, rather than just feeling it, totally turned him on. Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling. If he hadn’t been in such a hurry, he’d have undressed her properly so that he’d be gazing at her breasts right now.
He grasped her hips and thrust back inside. Harder this time.
With a half gasp, half moan, she arched her head into the pillow, exposing her graceful neck. “Oh, my God,” she groaned, grabbing the headboard behind her.
He almost laughed again from the sheer joy of it all. This felt so right, so perfect. Just what he’d been missing. The hole in his heart, present since last Christmas when he’d watched her drive away, suddenly seemed less empty.
Her muscles tightened in successive waves around him, signaling her approaching climax. He sped up his rhythm then, pushing deeper into her warmth each time. The added friction incited every nerve ending along his shaft. In his body. Hell, even his toes tingled. Her body was coaxing, compelling him to let go, as well. “Jesus, you’re incredible, Char.”
He considered holding back in order to fully experience her pleasure, but it was too much. The whimpering sounds she made were driving him mad with desire.
One last mighty thrust was all it took to send him over the edge with her. She dug her nails in as he came, stilling his hips, locking him deep inside her. A million tiny lights sparked behind his eyelids, his release so intense, it almost hurt. Even though he wore a condom and even though he couldn’t get her pregnant, he still imagined his seed shooting out and traveling to all the corners of her body. Leaving a part of him with her when he left.
CHAPTER FOUR
WHEN TRACE ROLLED OVER, it took him a moment to realize the sheets against his skin weren’t his own. He cracked open one eye and looked around.
Oh, yeah, he was in the field office. And then, a heartbeat later, memories of last night crashed around him.
He’d stayed at Charlotte’s place too long, ignoring the taxi’s horn at first, then running out wearing only a towel to throw the guy a fifty.
It was well after dawn by the time he’d left, the sun of the living already cresting the mountains. Without a daysuit or any other protective covering, he struggled to make it out to the waiting cab, the energy leaching out of him with each moment spent under the ultraviolet rays. He wouldn’t be able to make the long drive back home, so he’d had the cab drop him off at the Seattle field office. They kept extra rooms available, and he’d slept here several times when he was up from Florida on Guardian business.
He grabbed his phone, half hoping he’d see a missed call from Charlotte before he realized he hadn’t left his number with her. She’d looked so beautiful when he stole out of her bed this morning. He’d leaned over, brushed a strand of hair from her sleeping face and kissed her goodbye.
Thinking about their intense connection yet knowing they’d never share a future gnawed at his heart like a freshly opened wound.
He could still hear her laughter ringing in his ears. Taste her on his lips. Smell her scent on his skin. He reached down and gripped the base of his erection. As he recalled every detail about last night, he imagined he was making love to her again and he climaxed quickly.
Ah, Charlotte, what have you done to me?” he said aloud to himself. He got up and took a quick shower in the adjoining bathroom.
When he re-entered the bedroom, he checked the time on his phone. Six in the evening already? Great. He’d slept most of the day. Everyone in the field office had been up and working for hours. Yawning again, he knew he’d need to get some human energy—maybe blood, as well—to make up for what he’d lost in the sun.
Christ, he hadn’t been this unmindful of the hour since he went through his Time of Change centuries ago. As a youthling, getting accustomed to your body’s new cravings and staying out of the sunlight didn’t happen overnight. Without thinking, you’d step into the sun, then suffer the consequences. But he hadn’t done that in ages. However, Charlotte had always had a way of messing with his head.
What was she doing right now? he wondered. He missed her already. Not only had the sex been amazing—hell, one thought of her tight little body was enough to get him rock hard—but he’d loved her insanely funny stories about one of her clients, and the enchanting sound of her heartbeat when she was nearby. He wished he could call her to see how her day went. Had that table arrived for her neurotic client yet?