T. A. Grey (6 page)

She liked how she felt in his lap. He was warm but not excessively so, not like a lykaen would be. His suit was soft against her bare skin where she rested on it. The material was fine and well made, probably even tailored. She had no doubt that it was expensive, too. The man did have higher tastes. That only made her smile that she’d attracted his attention. The air that he held himself in said he was the kind of man, or vampire, that only went with classy broads. She shivered, women like her mother probably.

“What are you doing?” he asked again, his voice low, rough.

Christine pressed her lips to his ear and bit down on the soft lobe. His entire body tightened in response, hands coming up to wrap around her back and thigh. She inwardly applauded him for not touching her beneath her dress; instead, he cupped her from atop the material. Like a gentleman, she mused.

“Kissing you,” she whispered in his ear.

And then she pressed her lips to his cheek. He was cool to the touch and smooth. He smelled rich and delicious this close but the scent was subtle and unique to him. She trailed soft kisses along his jaw line then veered up as she neared his mouth.

She pressed one gentle kiss to the corner of his lips and they parted underneath hers, the hands holding her flexed. Her blood warmed, coming to a slow boil the longer she touched him.

She wanted to touch more, feel more of him. He was so different from lykaen men, so different from any of the men she knew.

“
Millaya moya,
” he said.

She didn’t understand what he said but she understood his tone—warning.

Christine didn’t hold back any longer. She was floating above the earth with the taste of sweet wine on her tongue and the delicious feel of a strong man in her arms. She pressed her lips against his and conquered.

Her tongue slipped between his lips, felt the sharp points of fangs, and then glided along his tongue. It was smooth and he tasted heady, decadent. She’d kissed many men in her life, but none had she kissed like this. Like she wanted to show him how badly she wanted him, like she was trying to learn more about him.

She angled her head to the side and coaxed her tongue against his. For a few moments, he didn’t return the motion, as if shocked or unsure. But then he did, and she moaned.

She thought she was in control, that she’d taken the reins with her need, but she was so wrong. He mastered her with one simple touch. His hands tightened, curling her against him more comfortably, and then
he
was kissing
her
.

This kiss was nothing like the gentle pecks he’d given her before. This kiss stole her breath from her and gave it back. His tongue swept inside her mouth and mated with hers in a sensual rhythm that had her panties growing wet and her nipples hardening as sweet desire warmed her. She never thought it’d be like this.

His lips moved against hers, tasting her from different angles, sucking her lips into his mouth, and brushing his tongue along it. Christine’s saucy plan had just backfired and now she was losing control.

She squirmed in his lap. Her pussy throbbed, needing to be touched and as she wiggled, she fell fully against his thighs and felt his massive erection. She gasped against his mouth and he made a sound somewhere between a growl and a purr before capturing it again. His tongue thrust faster inside her mouth and she met it stroke for stroke, each taste, each touch making her hotter and hotter.

How had she been glad he kept his hand above her dress? She was mad with desire now.

She
needed
him to trail that hand up her bare thigh, squeeze her, and move upwards to where she really needed him. She wanted that hand at her back to reach around and squeeze her breast, relieve the ache in her tight nipple. But he didn’t, and she couldn’t stop squirming in his arms.

A harsh cough brought her up for air. Panting, lips wet and swollen, she looked up to see their waiter standing there with a scowl on his face. She might have blushed with embarrassment but her cheeks were already flushed.

She moved to stand, but Dmetri tightened his hands on her. She couldn’t bear to look at either man.

“Can I help you?” Dmetri asked, cold steel in his voice.

The waiter blinked, hesitation stirring in his eyes. “Um, Sir, you can’t do that here.” Dmetri stood with her in his arms. Now feeling real mortification, she struggled until he let her go.

“Fine.” Dmetri pulled out his wallet and threw some money on the table, and then he grabbed her hand and pulled her through the restaurant. It was like being pulled on a leash by an impatient dog owner. She tripped in her heels and tried to yank her hand away.

“Dammit, let me go.”

He didn’t. He held her hand tighter and led her towards his car.

“Dmetri, seriously this is completely unnecessary. What is wrong with you?” Desire faded fast in lieu of frustration.

He stopped at the passenger side door and finally released her hand. It didn’t hurt but she rubbed at it anyways. He had his eyes closed as if he was getting himself under control. She was about to ask what was wrong again when he opened his eyes and nailed her with a look so powerful it took her breath away—and scared the shit out of her.

“Dmetri...”

She started to back away even though he hadn’t made a move. Instinct warned her of danger. Her back hit the car and she slid alongside it towards the back of the car, hands held out in front of her, placating.

He followed her. His long legs ate up the short distance between them and then he pressed his body against hers. She gasped as her nipples, still sensitive from being hard only minutes before, rubbed against the hard plane of his chest. His hands came up to cradle her jaw, arching her face towards his. His expression was almost thunderous.

“Never kiss me like that again.” His accent was so thick; it ran his words together in a growl.

She had been staring at his lips, slender, arched perfectly, when he said that. It took a minute for her mind to wrap around the strange words.

“What? Why?” She knew he wanted her. He couldn’t hide the erection he’d sported inside or hide the way he looked at her. If he dared to say it was because he didn’t want her, she’d knee him in the junk right here and now.

“Because...” His eyes closed as if in pain.

“Because...” she said.

His eyes shot open, leveled on hers. Then he leaned down close, their noses nearly touching. “Because I almost took you…on the table…inside the restaurant.” She shivered at the sound of his voice, his accent so thick she could swim through it. That kiss had unraveled him that badly? Her mind spun. She could easily see him doing that. Pushing her back on the table and taking her in the restaurant with no care for spectators or modesty. The thought was incredibly exciting.

Her eyes fell to his lips, so close to hers. She wanted to taste them again, feel them moving across hers. So she leaned forward, eyes closing gently. The hands along her jaw stopped her scant centimeters away.

“Did you not hear what I just said?” His voice was hoarse, dry.

“I did but what does that have to do with—”

He cut her off, his body leaning harder into hers. “Then what makes you think I wouldn’t do the same out here in a quiet, empty parking lot,
millaya moya?
” Eyes wide, all she could say was, “Oh.”

He grimaced in pain then gave her a hard fleeting kiss before pulling away. Though he didn’t pull away so much as jump from her as if she were on fire. His eyes lingered on her body in all the places she wanted him to touch—her breasts, her stomach, her legs and in between. He tore his gaze away, jaw clenched, and stalked to the driver’s side.

“Get in.”

Christine leaned against his polished car and watched him from over top the roof. He looked...about to lose control. Her curiosity piqued and she couldn’t help but wonder what he’d do if he
actually
lost control. Hell, he’d still been in control when he kissed her in the restaurant, and when he pulled her outside. Now that he’d gotten his shit together, he was ready to drive her home and say ‘night-night’.

Would he actually take her out here?

She was walking around to him before the question finished in her mind. He stiffened but his lips parted in surprise...before falling to her sashaying hips. She didn’t do it on purpose, she just had wide hips and that’s how they swung; it helped too that she wore heels.

“Well vampire,” she said, curling her hands into the lapels of his jacket, “I think I want another kiss.” She wanted a lot more than that, starting with an orgasm that would make her blind, but this was only a first date and she was still feeling light and fluffy inside.

His hands curled around hers then started to push her away. “
Nyet.
Get in the car, Christine.”

Body growing tight and responsive just being near him, Christine licked her lips then called on her lykaen strength to pull down on his jacket. His eyes widened in surprise, but it worked, and his head lowered.

“You’re so tall,” she mumbled, her eyes fixated on his mouth. Then she stood on her toes and pressed her mouth against his.

She wanted to lean up and curl her hands around his neck, feel his hair in her hands, but she had to keep her grip on his jacket. She could feel him struggling to pull away. But where he had speed, she had strength. Still the thought wiggled in the back of her mind that he was letting her win. The thought made her smile against his lips.

She angled her head on a sigh and thrust her tongue inside. The kiss made her warm and fuzzy, body alert and tense, coiled. He never kissed her back. Well if that didn’t just kill the passion. She pulled back with a pout.

“No fair, vampire. I want a kiss.”

“And you got it.” His voice was hoarse, strained.

She knew she was whining but she couldn’t help it. He just kissed so
good.
“But that’s not the kind of kiss I want.”

He shut his eyes, his jaw sliding slowly left then right.

“Then I’m going to show you the kind of kiss I want.”

She had only a moment to contemplate that before he pushed her back against the car and really kissed her. No bars, no holds, no restraints. He
kissed
as if he’d die if he didn’t kiss her
.

He thrust his tongue inside and took her mouth with dominating passion that left her body yearning for more.

His hands grabbed the edge of her dress and pushed it up. Panic and excitement flared inside her. Was he really going to go through with his promise—to take her in the parking lot?

Before she could even ponder if she was ready for that—he dropped to his knees before her.

“Oh,” she said dumbly as his hands pushed her legs apart and ran up her hips.

Bare skin to bare skin, the touch was pure ecstasy. He lifted her dress with a flick of his wrist and found her black silk panties. He made a gruff noise that made her breath catch. Was he really going to—?

He kissed her over the meager silk barrier and she gasped, head falling back against the car. Her anxious hands bunched against his shoulders for support or else she might slide down into a puddle of mush on the ground.

In jerky movements, he yanked the scrap of silk down to her thighs and bared her sex to him. A blush crept over her cheeks and she couldn’t look at him as he saw her for the first time.

The first touch seemed to come forever later. She stood there, tense with anticipation when it finally came.

“
Ti takaya kraslvaya.
”

She had no idea what the words meant, but they were hoarse and pain-filled.

His tongue touched her. Hands squeezed her thighs, keeping her open for him, as his tongue tasted her aching sex.

“Dmetri.”

She was helpless, left to hold onto him as he found her bud and worked it with soft flicks.

It wasn’t a slow build, but a quick burn like lighter fluid thrown on a fire. His tongue took her up, made it difficult to breathe as her body tightened almost painfully. Her hips rocked against him and she didn’t know if he groaned or she did. She was going to fly apart and he’d be left to pick up all the pieces.

Her breath caught as a finger trailed around her wet entrance where she was empty inside.

He lingered there, his tongue working her, and then slowly started to push in.

He didn’t make it in far before she was shuddering hard, breathing in harsh gasps as her body coiled hard one last time then exploded. Hot, her body burned like fire as waves shot through her core. She moaned, one long note as he held her suspended in bliss.

And then she came back down to earth, her body feeling so heavy she wanted to fall to the ground and lie there. But his hands curled around her hips, holding her up.

She slowly caught her breath and opened her eyes to look at him. His face was buried in her thigh, shoulders hunched. His hands grabbed her panties and she saw them tremble as he pulled them back up her legs. He pulled back and her dress fell back in place.

He kept his face averted, his long hair masking it.

“Dmetri...”

Frowning, she leaned down and parted the hair away from his face. What she saw took her breath away. Agony.

Eyes squeezed shut, lips planted together; he let out a long shuddering breath, standing slowly as if it pained him to move. Her eyes fell to the bulge in his expensive trousers and she had no doubt that big boy hurt him. She moved to touch him but his eyes shot open and he shook his head hard.

“Don’t.”

“I’d be more than happy to—”

His eyes closed again in agony and he reached down to grasp his cock through his trousers. “
Nyet
.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to ask why when suddenly he stiffened, eyes going wide and alert, the erection completely forgotten.

“Get in the car,” he said quietly but with enough force that she looked around the parking lot for some kind of threat. “Now.”

She hurried around and got in the car. Her heart thundered but as she looked behind the car and around the parking lot, she saw nothing.

One second he was standing there and in the next, he was flying through the air in a blur.

She was reaching for the door handle in the next second. Grunts and the sound of flesh hitting flesh beat against her eardrums as she ran to him.