She made a little whimpering noise and his eyes started glowing softly.
York sniffed and narrowed his eyes. “Why are you afraid?”
“What’s going on with your eyes?” He was looking at her in much the same way he had before when he had lost it.
“It happens when we are turned on. I want you really badly, Cassidy. You should see my dick. How fucking hard I am.”
“Wow. Are all vampires so straight forward?” The crazy thing was that his dirty talk turned her on even more. She liked how direct he was. No bullshit.
York nodded. “Yeah. We are. Humans can be devious. They don’t always say what they mean. You don’t seem to have that trait. I need you to be honest with me now.”
“It’s just that we don’t know each other. I don’t have sex with strange men.”
“I’m not a man, Cassidy.” He cocked his head. “You seem to forget that. I’m a vampire male in his prime. I want you very badly and I can scent that you want me too. You need to know that I didn’t come to your room with the purpose of fucking you.”
She gasped at his use of the crude word because her desire increased at hearing him say it.
York smiled. “You’re so timid. So sweet. I like that.” He cupped her chin for a second before allowing his arm to fall at his side. “I came to apologize and to prove to you that I meant it when I said I wouldn’t hurt you. I didn’t want you to leave thinking that I hadn’t been true to my word.” He licked his lips. “Every time I come close to you or say the word fuck, your scent becomes so…” He made a growling noise. “Makes me want to…” He lifted his hand, dropping it before he could touch her. “Just say something…what do you want? Must I leave?”
Yes. Go.
The words stuck in her throat because she didn’t mean them. She shook her head.
“Thank fuck.” He growled, stepping even closer to her. So close that they were almost touching. “Say the word. Let me touch you, please.” His eyes were glowing again.
Her body was all systems go but she couldn’t allow herself to be carried away by lust, to give in to such base urges. “It would be wrong.” She sighed. Appalled to hear how disappointed she sounded.
“Do you agree that we have a strong physical connection?” His bright blue eyes bore into her.
Cassidy swallowed thickly and nodded. She’d never thought of it like that.
“It would be wrong to not explore this. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a female more.”
Hearing him say those words broke down her last barrier, but she was still thinking clearly and there was something that needed saying first. “We can’t have sex. My contractual agreement is clear. I can’t afford to lose this job.”
York cursed under his breath. “It’s fine. At least let me touch you. Lick you…I want to feel your body tighten with your release…even if it is my tongue and not my cock that gets that pleasure.” His growly voice made her so hot, she was sure she was going to self combust at any second.
“Tiger.” She whispered, shivering as she took in his answering growl.
York closed his mouth over hers, his tongue breached her lips. The kiss, just like the man, was hungry, raw and primal. She mewled into his mouth. There was a pull and a ripped noise. Her bare nipples abraded his shirt as he pulled her against him. He’d actually destroyed her t-shirt like an animal. Ripped it off her body. There was another tearing noise and her sleeping shorts fell around her ankles. From the sound of things, they were also destroyed.
She went from soaked to dripping wet.
York pulled away slightly. “We need to be very quiet.” He whispered into her ear before pulling back further so that he could get a good look at her. His eyelashes fused as his gaze dropped down and swept over her body in a slow crawl.
Her cheeks warmed up a whole damn lot. At least the light was dim, as only the side lamp was on. She suddenly wished she hadn’t eaten all of her heavy steak dinner as well as a bowl full of ice-cream for dessert. Every part of his body tensed and he growled loudly, snapping his mouth shut mid growl. York shook his head slowly, his eyes were so bright, it looked like he had been lit up from the inside. They turned hungry and fiery…so needy. “You’re fucking perfect.”
She could see that he meant every word. It gave her strength…made her feel really powerful. “Take off your shirt.”
He nodded, his eyes stilled trained on her breasts.
“And the pants,” she whispered.
York nodded again. Her boobs seemed to have him mesmerized. It made her grin but her smile died a fast death as he hauled down his cargo pants. His dick pulled forward as his pants slipped down and then snapped back against his abs. It was her turn to stare. To all out gape.