A Quick Bite (27 page)

“It can wait,” he assured her. “We’re safe for now.”

“Maybe,” Lissianna allowed. “But we can’t stay here forever. What are we going to do tomorrow?”

“We’ll worry about that tomorrow morning,” he said firmly. “We should be safe until then at least.”

“I’m not sure we are,” she said miserably. “What if Mother goes to the shelter to poke around?”

Greg was silent for a moment, then sighed. “You’re afraid she’ll read Debbie’s mind and know we’re here.”

Lissianna nodded.

“Okay. That could happen, but, Lissianna, you are completely exhausted. I’ve never seen anyone as worn-out as you look right this moment. You need to rest.”

“But—”

Greg raised a hand to silence her, then said, “Debbie won’t be at the shelter for them to read for a couple more hours. So, you can stop worrying and sleep for that long at least.”

Lissianna bit her lip.

“Nothing I’ve said is easing your worries is it?” he asked.

“No,” she admitted apologetically.

“Okay, so just relax for ten minutes then. It’s been a stressful day between the mall and my family.”

“I like your family,” Lissianna said with a smile.

Greg grimaced, but said, “They liked you, too. While you were in the bathroom, both mother and Anne said you seemed like a good one and to snap you up.”

Lissianna’s smile faded. “They wouldn’t say that if they knew what I was, would they.” It wasn’t a question, but Greg treated it as such, his expression turning thoughtful. She waited curiously for his answer.

“I think they would,” he said finally. “If they believed you could make me happy, they would. And I think you could make me happy.”

Lissianna sucked in a breath at those words so solemnly spoken. She was still trying to absorb them and sort out what they might mean when he frowned, and said, “You’re still terribly pale. One donor wasn’t enough, was it?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Lissianna shrugged, uncomfortable with the topic. “There isn’t much I can do about it at the moment anyway,” she pointed out.

Greg caught her chin with one finger and drew her face back to meet his gaze. “Yes, there is,” he said solemnly. “There’s me.”

Lissianna swallowed. He was offering himself to her, and she was tempted by the offer, but…

“No, I shouldn’t—I can’t just…” She paused and shook her head with confusion.

“Yes, you can,” he said firmly, then he pointed out, “It’s not like you haven’t done it before.”

“Yes, but that was different. I didn’t know you then.”

One eyebrow jerked upward on his forehead, and Greg asked with disbelief, “So, it’s okay to go around kissing and biting strangers, but not friends?”

Lissianna frowned. “I don’t usually need to kiss to feed. You were different. I couldn’t get into your thoughts.”

“Fine, I’ll change my question. Why is it you could feed from me when you didn’t know me, but now feel you can’t?”

She shrugged uncomfortably and tried to sort her thoughts out in her own mind so that she could explain them to him. It wasn’t that she didn’t
want
to bite him—Lissianna had wanted to bite him every minute she’d been near him since that first bite—but he wasn’t just some stranger with a bow around his neck anymore. He was Greg, a man she liked, and enjoyed spending time with, and wanted desperately to keep safe from her mother and uncle.

“Would it help if I told you that I enjoyed it the last time?”

Lissianna glanced up sharply, then swallowed and licked her lips, stilling as Greg reached out to rub one finger lightly across the dampness she’d left behind.

“So?” he asked, his voice deepening and growing
husky. “Dare I hope that you’re going to satisfy us both and feed on me?”

Almost afraid to speak, Lissianna answered him by allowing her lips to part and drawing the tip of his finger into her mouth as he had done to her that first night. Her tongue slid forward to rub across the rounded flesh as she suckled him lightly. The sudden glow in his eyes told her it had been a good answer. He tugged his finger free and replaced it with his tongue as his mouth covered hers.

Lissianna welcomed the invasion, her body bursting into flame as if all the hours between their first kiss and this had never happened. Oh yes, she thought faintly as his arms wrapped around her. She wanted to satisfy them both. Then she lost the capacity to think as she became aware of his hand sliding up her stomach toward her breast.

Greg had been strapped down to the bed the last time they’d kissed, leaving him unable to touch her. He wasn’t now. Lissianna gasped as he cupped her breast, then moaned and arched into his touch as he squeezed gently. When he used his thumb and one finger to pluck at her suddenly erect nipple through her blouse, she could only think it was a good thing the man had been tied down to the bed the night of her party. Otherwise, her mother and Thomas might have walked in on something much more than kissing and biting.

Lissianna’s fears and worries about their safety rapidly began to fade as he caressed her. Even her exhaustion seemed to disappear as Greg released her breast and moved his fingers to the buttons of her blouse. She would have told him to just rip it open, but it was difficult to talk around his tongue in her mouth, so Lissianna left him to it and set her own hands to tugging his T-shirt upward.
She barely got it halfway up his back before pausing to take the opportunity to run her hands over the flesh she’d revealed.

His back was smooth and wide and hard, it felt good against her fingers and palms, but it soon wasn’t enough and she began tugging at his T-shirt again until she couldn’t pull it any farther up. Before she could become frustrated at her efforts being hampered, Greg broke their kiss and leaned back. Lissianna’s hands fell away and she instead caressed him with her eyes as he grabbed the T-shirt and jerked it over his head.

The man might be a psychologist who sat around in his office all day, but you couldn’t tell that from the muscular chest he had. Lissianna sighed with pleasure and leaned forward to run her hands down the muscular surface as he tossed the T-shirt aside, but it was all the touching he allowed her. Brushing her hands out of the way, he caught her blouse and Lissianna glanced down to see that he’d finished unbuttoning it before stopping. Now he stripped it from her, drawing it down her arms to leave her seated before him in black slacks and a white lace bra.

“Beautiful,” Greg murmured, then his hands reached for the two white cups and clasped her breasts through the bra.

Lissianna inhaled, her back straightening and pushing her breasts forward, as he leaned forward to kiss her again. She let her arms slide around his shoulders as their bodies pressed together. Greg kissed her only once before allowing his mouth to trail to the side, across her cheek to her ear.

She moaned as he nibbled briefly there, then he trailed his teeth and lips down along her neck. Lissianna didn’t realize he was urging her backward until she felt the couch at her back. Greg followed her down, his mouth moving back to hers to kiss her again, distracting her so
that she almost missed the soft brush of his fingers sliding her bra strap off one shoulder. She shivered slightly as the cool air brushed against her hot, erect nipple, then he broke their kiss and dipped his head down to her breast.

A sigh of pleasure slipped from her lips, and she scraped her fingers into his dark hair as his mouth closed over her nipple. Lissianna was so excited, her nipples so erect and sensitive that his suckling was almost unbearable, and she groaned and arched beneath him, unconsciously grinding herself against the leg he had between both of hers. Greg responded by shifting so that the hard proof of his excitement took the place of his leg, then he nipped the sensitive nub of her breast, making her groan and grind up against him again. This time he groaned along with her and ground back and Lissianna spread her legs to wrap them around his waist so that she could enjoy it more fully. She dug her heels into his flank, urging him on as he rubbed against her and Greg answered the silent request, grinding against her several more times before he suddenly stopped and tore his mouth from her breast.

“Oh God, Lissi,” he groaned. “We have to slow down.”

“No,” she murmured, trying to pull him back against her. “Please. I need you.”

“Not enough,” he assured her, and silenced any further protest by kissing her.

She felt his hand reach down between them to the button of her slacks and a moment later he had both it and the zipper undone. Lissianna didn’t know what she was expecting next, but it wasn’t for him to break their kiss and stand up, then catch her hand to draw her to her feet beside him.

“What—?” she began uncertainly, then fell silent as he
smiled and began to slide her slacks off over her hips. When the cloth dropped below her knees, he knelt to draw them off of each foot as she lifted it.

Lissianna expected him to stand then, but instead, Greg sat back on his haunches and peered up the length of her body. His hot eyes moved over her white lace panties, then up to the white lace bra that presently covered only one breast. His gaze seemed to scorch her skin.

“Take off your bra,” he ordered, his voice husky, and Lissianna hesitated, then reached behind her back to unsnap the bra, then shimmy it off her arms. She dropped it on top of her slacks and stood still, terribly aware that she was nearly naked while he was still wearing his jeans.

Greg devoured her naked breasts with his eyes, then his gaze dropped to her panties again. She expected him to order her to remove those next, but, instead, he suddenly reached out to catch her by the hips and leaned forward to press a kiss to the white lace triangle.

Lissianna inhaled sharply, then bit her lip and closed her eyes as he blew his hot breath through the cloth as if to warm the center of her. She felt his hands move and blinked her eyes open, glancing down to see him catch his fingers in the waistband of her panties. He slowly eased them down until she could step out of those too.

Once the scrap of lace had joined the rest of the clothes on the floor, Greg turned back to what he’d revealed and rose up off his knees enough that he could press another kiss there, this time without the cloth between them.

Lissianna reached for the top of his head, tangling her fingers in his hair to keep her balance as he urged her legs farther apart, then caught one leg and drew it up and over his shoulder so that she was almost straddling his face.
He then caught her firmly by the behind to hold her in place and she gasped and actually pulled at his hair in surprise at the shock of immediate pleasure that went through her when he found the center of her with his mouth and began to lave her with long, loving strokes.

Lissianna couldn’t keep that position long. The more excited she became, the more difficult it was for her to maintain her balance. Aware of her difficulty, Greg eased her down to sit on the couch. She tried to catch him by the shoulders and draw him up on top of her, but he evaded her and instead, knelt before her to finish what he’d started, pleasuring her until she came, screaming his name.

Drugged with pleasure, Lissianna watched through slitted eyes as Greg finally rose up, then his hands moved to undo his jeans, and her eyes managed to prop themselves a little wider open. When he paused, she felt the last of her lethargy slip away to be replaced by curiosity at what was making him hesitate. In the next moment, he suddenly bent forward to scoop her off the couch.

Lissianna gasped and caught her arms around his shoulders as Greg carried her out of the living room and down the side hall to the master bedroom. The sun had set and the room was full of shadows, but there was enough light from the streetlights in front of the house to navigate by. Greg carried her across the room to the bed, but didn’t immediately set her down. Instead, he caught her lips with his and kissed her gently, only then releasing her legs, allowing them to slide to the floor as he kissed her again.

Lissianna found her feet, and turned until they were face-to-face as he deepened the kiss. Her hands slid around his shoulders, then up into his hair. She knotted
them there briefly before drawing them down, scraping her nails lightly along his skull, then across his neck and finally over his chest and belly. At the top of his jeans, she stopped and caught her fingers in the waistband, then broke the kiss as she drew his pants down, dropping to her haunches to remove them completely.

As he had done, she paused on her knees to examine what she’d revealed. Lissianna was no expert on the male anatomy, but was sure that Greg was probably one of the finest specimens around. She didn’t think he’d be one to feel the need to shove cucumbers down his pants to impress women. When she reached out and closed one hand curiously around him, Greg stiffened and drew in a hissing breath. When Lissianna then ran her fingers lightly down his length, he groaned. But when she closed her mouth around his erection, he bucked slightly, then knotted his hand in her hair and pulled away.

“Not this time,” he growled, urging her to her feet.

Lissianna let him stop her, knowing it was probably better he did. The moment she’d taken him into her mouth she’d become aware of the blood pulsing just beneath the warm skin and her hunger had welled up, giving her the sudden urge to bite. Better to leave her pleasuring of him for a time when hunger wouldn’t turn it into a feast, Lissianna thought on a sigh as she stood up and he used his hold on her hair to draw her forward for a kiss. This time it was not gentle. It seemed she’d wakened the beast.

Greg’s mouth moved over hers, hot and hungry and demanding, as demanding as the hand he suddenly slid between her legs. Lissianna gasped, but there was no air to take in, just Greg. His tongue was in her mouth, his body down her front, one of his hands at her head holding her in place, and the other between her legs, first slipping a finger back and forth over her slick excitement, then
delving into her, urging that excitement on to higher peaks.

She groaned deep in her throat as all that sated desire came screaming back to life inside her. Reaching between them, Lissianna caught him firmly in hand and squeezed gently, bringing a growl from Greg’s throat. She knew she was playing with fire and still she ran her closed hand up, then down the length of him again, smiling against his mouth with triumph when he suddenly stopped caressing her, caught her by the waist, and lifted her slightly.