In Blood and Worth Loving (10 page)

Surprised, she opened her eyes. She slowly turned to face him.

He slipped his arms around her and rolled onto his back.

She bit her lip, bracing herself to resist his attempt to fuck her again.

He palmed her ass, settled against the mattress, and closed his eyes.

She blinked. “
Adrian
…?”

“Shut up and go to sleep before I change my mind and decide to fuck you after all.”

So she had managed to reach him. “Will you be here when I wake up?”

He kept his eyes closed. “Go to sleep.”

“
Adrian
…”

He slapped her ass cheeks hard. “Be quiet or face the consequences without threatening to cry rape afterwards.”

With her ass cheeks burning, she settled herself against him. Deciding there was no reason he should have everything his way, she rubbed herself against his cock.

He uttered a violent oath.

She smiled, lowering her lids.

He caressed her ass, grinding her pussy against his cock.

“Oh…please don’t or you’ll cause a flood in my pussy.”

He turned his head and kissed her hair.

Beyond nice. Her last waking memory was of him gently caressing her ass and whispering something indistinct against her ear.

Hunger for Brandi’s blood and pussy kept
Adrian
too sexually frustrated to relax or sleep. Once he was certain she slept soundly, he gently rolled her off his body and onto her side. Then he rose and quickly left the bedroom. He went out to his car naked, enjoying the cool May breeze on his skin.

He stood for a time, staring up at the stars. Maybe the cool air would brush away the cobwebs, allowing him to think clearly. It didn’t. Instead of drinking in the beauty of the night, all he could think about was how close Brandi was. She didn’t want any more sex that night, but there was always the following day. All day.

He retrieved his charcoals and large pad from his briefcase before returning to the bedroom.

He turned on the bedside lamp, leaned over Brandi and whispered a soft command in her ear. “Sleep, honey.” Satisfied she wouldn’t waken, he gently positioned her on her back with her knees bent.

He leaned over her and tasted her warm, soft lips twice before he kissed a moist path down her body. He tongued each nipple before moving down to her belly. Dragging his tongue over it, he kissed her pussy. Still not satisfied, he thrust his tongue inside her.

She moaned in her sleep.

After a last quick lap at her pussy, he forced himself to straighten. Returning to the chair where they’d shared their first taste of ecstasy, he studied her. Miles of smooth, rich, soft as silk chocolate skin made his cock harden. Damn, how could she look so innocent and sexy at the same time?

He couldn’t remember the last time a human woman had so enchanted or enraptured him.
 
The thought of the weekend ending and their going their separate ways held little appeal. The thought of other cocks sliding in and out of her infuriated him.

Get a damn grip, Redwolfe. She’s a good lay. Hell, she’s a great lay, but that’s all she is. A great lay. There are plenty more like her. Don’t go letting a taste of superb pussy make you lose your head.

He picked up his charcoal and pad from the floor. He sketched her slowly, taking care to get each stroke right. When the weekend was over, this was all he would have as a reminder.

He studied the finished sketch and decided it was only adequate and didn’t really capture her true beauty or her sensuality. But it was the best he could do. After a moment’s hesitation, he titled it,
Sleeping Brandi.

Noting his seed seeping out of her, he inhaled and did another sketch. He swelled her belly and gave her heavier breasts and a slightly fuller face in the second sketch. That one he entitled,
Brandi—Having My Baby?

 
He frowned. Something was missing. Lying down his charcoal he studied her in silence. A slow smile spread across his face. He picked up a white charcoal pencil to add a hint of his seed seeping from her body.

Years earlier an old vamp had told him that there was no more appetizing aroma in the world than that of a fertile woman spilling the seed of an in blood vampire who had just impregnated her. Was Brandi fertile? Was some of his sperm even now swimming inside her in search of an egg to fertilize?

He traced a finger over her swelling belly on the sketch. How would she react if she knew the implications of his secreting blood? He laid the sketches aside, rose, and stalked across the room to the bed, his cock aching, his balls heavy with need. He leaned over her and pressed a soft kiss against her thigh.

“
Adrian
…” she murmured his name.

Unable to resist the lure of her wet treasure so close, he turned his head and licked her slit several times. Moisture filled her pussy. He nibbled her clit once before he thrust his tongue inside her to lap at the sweet heat of her pussy.

“Hmmm…” She rotated her ass in her sleep.

He kissed her pussy and forced himself to straighten.

Still asleep, she rolled onto her side, a slight smile on her face.

Damn, she was soft, sweet, sexy, and beautiful. And he ached with need for her.
 
But he had promised her he wouldn’t hurt her. He had the rest of the weekend to get her out of his system. He turned, picked up his sketches, turned off the light, and stalked from the room.
 
Ten minutes later, after taking the sketches out to his car, he was drawn back to the master bedroom. He sat watching her sleep until he realized dawn was breaking.

He rose and walked over to the bed, pulled the cover over her before he bent to brush his lips against her cheek.

“Hmmm.”

He outlined her mouth with the tip of his tongue before he quietly left the room. In the shower of the middle bedroom, he jerked off twice before he soaped up. If he weren’t careful, his level of need and hunger would require far more than one weekend in her arms before he was free of what he feared could become an obsession with him.

Chapter Seven

The smell of fresh brewing coffee woke Brandi the next morning. She yawned and stretched before turning to glance at the roses and then turning to look at clock on the opposite nightstand. 8:30. Settling on her back, she smiled, her thoughts on how satisfying the previous night had ended.

Adrian Redwolfe was a study in contradictions. Angry and cool one moment and sweet and tender the next. Sex with him was off the charts. Lord, he knew how to skillfully wield his huge cock. Sighing with remembered pleasure, she rolled onto her stomach. Her eyes drifted shut. She dozed.

Lured out of bed ten minutes later by the aroma of frying bacon, Brandi stumbled into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. Deciding to shower after breakfast, she returned to the bedroom.

Adrian
’s clothes were in a pile by the door where he’d left them the night before. She picked up his dark shirt and buried her face in it, inhaling the scent of his cologne. She then pulled it on over her head.

She moved across the carpet to study her reflection in the mirror. The shirt caressed her breasts. Because she was so tall it barely covered her ass. Eager to eat and to see
Adrian
, she left the bedroom barefoot.

Although Rayna and Conner Redwolfe had called the building a cabin, she thought of it more as a luxury retreat. It boasted wall to wall plush carpeting throughout and four bedrooms, all beautifully furnished. As she walked down the staircase, she admired the mauve colored walls with the rose-colored boarders.

The center of the living room was the huge fireplace adorned with a beautiful walnut mantle, which was covered with pictures of Rayna at various stages of her life. The dining room was huge and the kitchen looked like something out of a magazine with its gleaming stainless steel appliances built into the walls. Recessed lighting gave the room a warm, lived-in look.

She paused in the doorway.

Adrian
, clad only in a pair of briefs, stood at the range, scrambling eggs.

He was a handsome male with an exquisitely sculptured body. She admired his long legs and tight ass. Talk about buns of steel. Had he ever given his heart to some lucky woman? Had he ever allowed any woman to claim him as hers? Despite his insistence on a strictly sex based weekend stand, dare she hope for more from him?

Rayna had hinted that he was ready to settle down. What would being his full-time lover be like? Would he remain moody or would he become the sexy, considerate lover who had held her so tenderly after sex and thought enough of her to fix her a snack?
 

He turned to look at her.

For the first time she noted the jagged scar on his left shoulder and another one on his left ribcage. They did nothing to mar his physical attraction for her. She allowed her gaze to slide down his body.
 

Noting the tent in his briefs, her cheeks burned. After riding him and having him suck her toes during sex, it was ridiculous to feel shy with him. She smiled. “You cook too?”

“Oh, I’m a vamp of many talents.”

And the owner of a big, pussy-pleasing sugar dick.