Kissing Phoenix (10 page)

A low chuckle reverberated in his throat. “Eager to get warm, love?”

“Always. What were you reading?” Lilith dragged his jeans zipper down and wrapped her hand around his cock. His was hot and satiny-hard.

“Cross checking tour schedules and beach locations.” He kissed her again as his fingers slid beneath the towel.

The infamous
Lucinda’s Lover
was about to embark on their first European tour. Their first album was still number one, defying the critics. And Lilith knew why. When they played they wore nothing but leather pants and black eye makeup. They looked like sin made flesh and sex made easy. Their music was raw and rowdy or soul-destroying mellow. Women sighed and swooned in their presence. But no one would look at Aidan and think he was Phoenix the cellist.

With a smile on his lips, he thrust his cock into her hand. He liked it when she was still running hot from a shift. His smile was contagious and her lips moved, tightening her cheeks. How had she gotten so lucky?

The cancer’s spread had halted, and aside from changing into a seal once a week as part of her treatment, she was fine. She was alive and marrying a Vampire rock-star tomorrow. In her belly, excitement fizzed. Despite everything, she was as nervous as any bride-to-be.

He lifted her against a boulder. The rock was cold and the towel offered little protection. In front of her, Aidan’s body was warm and familiar. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her body burning from the inside. His hands scalded her sea-cooled skin as he held her hips, ready to slide his cock into her slick core. She was ready for him. The energy of the shift made her blood hot and fed her desire. She rocked her hips so the head of his shaft rubbed against her pussy, teasing as he moved against her folds without entering.

His lips burned down her neck licking off drops of saltwater, warming her better than any fire. His mouth travelled over her collarbone. He licked the water off the tip of her nipple, then closed his mouth over the tight bud, engulfing her with heat and sending shivers down her spine. She arched her back and he released her breast, but continued thumbing the peak of the other one. She squirmed in his hands. She couldn’t wait. She had to have him.

“Now, please.”

He shifted his hips and his shaft pressed into her pussy. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Aidan circled her clit as he thrust into her, as hard and unyielding as the rock behind her. Her sheath clenched around him as she came fast, the rush stealing her breath.

The remains of her shifting heat dissipated into the night, leaving her limp in his arms. Aidan placed his lips to her neck, his breath raising gooseflesh. A tremor ran through her as her body remembered the sensation of his bite and longed for his razor sharp kiss.

He breathed her in with his teeth against her skin. A couple more strokes and he tensed and groaned, but he didn’t bite or scratch her skin.

He couldn’t bite.

But biting was what he thought about every time he spilled inside her. It was what she thought about. She wished she could feel his fangs in her flesh and the dizzying rush and fall. But she had Aidan and her life and it was enough. More than enough. Like his stage name, Phoenix, they had risen from the ashes to survive and go on.

“I love you.” She ran her fingers over his two day old growth and hoped he’d shave before the wedding.

Aidan lifted his head. His eyes were colorless with lust as he placed a sharp, but careful, kiss on her lips. “I love you too.”

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