Runaway Vampire (Argeneau, #23)(43)
“Dante, please, let me touch you,” Mary begged, struggling to get her hands free. She wanted desperately to hold him just then. Actually, she wanted to rip his pants off, grab him by the hair and drag his head up to kiss him again as he plunged into her, but he was having none of that. He continued to hold her hands over her head with one hand, but the other now left her breast to his mouth’s attention and lowered to undo her shorts. She felt the snap giving way and the zipper sliding down, and then he tugged her shorts down around her knees.
Mary cried out as his hand replaced the cloth.
“Si, cantare per me. Sing for me,” Dante muttered around her erect nipple as he began to caress her. But his words made Mary realize that they were in an RV with flimsy walls and that anyone passing might hear. Instead of “singing” for him, she turned her head to the side and bit into the flesh of her own upper arm to try to silence herself. And then she screamed into the flesh she’d just bit as his finger slid smoothly into her.
“God, Mary,” Dante growled. “Sei cosi stretto, you are so tight. I want to be inside you.”
“Yes,” Mary gasped, but instead of rearing up and doing that, he continued to thrust his finger into her and caress at the same time, building the tension until Mary thought she would die if he didn’t make love to her.
“Dante, please,” she almost sobbed, her hips dancing under his caress. “Please, I need you.”
“Si, Mary,” he muttered, lifting his head. He paused to kiss her again, then straightened to kneel over her and reached for the snap of his jeans, just as someone knocked at the door.
They both stilled then, eyes locking.
“No,” Dante breathed, but the knock came again and Mary bit her lip and glanced along her body toward the door as Bailey leapt off the dinette’s bench seat and moved to the door to rear up and paw at it with a bark. A sure sign that it was someone she knew at the door.
“If that is Dave again, I swear I will do more than make him bark and drink out of Bailey’s dish,” Dante growled, shifting off the bed. “I will make him lick his own balls.”
“You will not,” Mary gasped, scrambling to get off the bed and pull up her shorts.
“You are right. He probably could not reach them,” Dante said grimly, snapping up his jeans.
Shaking her head, Mary did up her shorts, and then ran her fingers quickly through her hair as she rushed ahead of him to get to the door first. If it was Dave, she was going to make sure he didn’t step foot in the RV . . . for his own good.
“There you are,” Carol said cheerfully as Mary opened the RV door. When Mary smiled and stepped back for her, Carol stepped up into the RV carrying a large box, then stopped abruptly as she got a good look at her. Her eyes immediately went wide and her mouth made a perfect O of surprise. “Oh, you’re—did I—you—”
“I was doing my calisthenics,” Mary blurted, not sure what the woman was seeing, but hoping that would explain away whatever it was.
“Si, she was working very hard,” Dante added, completely straight-faced. Then he stepped between them, placing his back to Carol as he quickly shifted Mary’s breast back into her bra and tugged her shirt down. And he was grinning, dammit.
Mary closed her eyes on a sigh and wondered when she had lost control of her life. Or was it her mind she’d lost?
“She will not remember what she saw,” Dante murmured softly by her ear, his voice affectionate. Then he stepped aside and she saw that Carol had the same blank look on her face now that Dave had worn earlier. Mary sagged with relief, then straightened when Carol suddenly took on expression and movement again as if someone had pushed a button on her back to activate her.
“I went into town to pick up mail, and two boxes were waiting for you there,” Carol announced cheerfully, nodding down at the heavy-looking box she carried before adding, “The other one is still in the golf cart.”
Dante immediately moved forward to take the box Carol carried. He set it on the dinette table for her, and then went out to fetch the second box from the golf cart as well.
“Oh, thank you, Carol,” Mary murmured as Dante quickly returned with the second box and set it on the table as well. She eyed the boxes curiously, wondering what they held, but she was also thinking that Dante had obviously been telling the truth. Carol hadn’t been in the office to visit. Dave had been lying.
“My pleasure,” Carol said easily, and then asked, “Have you seen Dave? He was heading out to handle an issue with one of the campers when I left, and still isn’t back.”
“Oh . . . er . . .” Mary glanced to Dante with alarm, worried that he’d done something to the man. Or made the man do something to himself under his influence.
“I believe he mentioned going down to the river,” Dante said mildly in response to her look. When Mary narrowed her eyes suspiciously, he added, “To feed the birds.”
Mary relaxed a little and turned to offer Carol a forced smile as the woman said, “Well then I guess I’d better go find him. He’ll forget to eat lunch otherwise.”
“Is it lunchtime already?” Mary asked with surprise. It seemed like they’d just had breakfast.
“Just about,” Carol said lightly as she turned to head out of the RV.
Mary waved her off and closed the door behind her, then turned to peer at Dante suspiciously. “Did you really send him to feed the birds?”