In the distance, heat lightning flashed. The night smelled of the garden down below.
And of the sea.
Across the shallow porch, Marissa tilted her head back to scan the sky. A slight summer breeze touched the tendrils of hair around her face.
He decided he could look at her for a lifetime and not get enough.
"Butch?"
"Sorry. What was that?"
"I said, you look quite beautiful in that suit."
"This old thing? I just threw it on."
She laughed, exactly as he'd meant her to, but as the sound tingled his ears, he grew serious.
"You're the beautiful one."
Her hand went up to her neck. She didn't seem to know how to handle compliments, as though she hadn't gotten many of them.
He found that so hard to believe.
"I did my hair for you," she said. "I thought maybe you would like it this way."
"I like it any way. All ways."
She smiled. "I chose this dress for you, too."
"I like it. But you know something, Marissa? You don't have to try with me."
Her eyes dipped down. "I'm used to trying."
"So get unused to it. You're perfect."
She beamed. Absolutely beamed. And all he could do was stare.
The breeze picked up a little, sweeping her chiffon skirting around the graceful curve of her hips. And suddenly he wasn't just thinking about how lovely she was.
Butch nearly laughed. He'd never considered lust the kind of thing that could ruin a moment, but his body's needs were something he wouldn't mind shelving for the night. Or even longer. He really wanted to treat her right. She was a woman worthy of being worshiped and held and made happy.
Butch frowned. Yeah, and just how would he be able to do that? The happy part, that was. He was confident he had the worshiping and the holding down pat.
It was just… a virgin vampire was a category of female he knew absolutely nothing about.
"Marissa, you know I'm not one of your kind, don't you?"
She nodded. "From the moment I first saw you."
"And that doesn't"-turn you off?-"bother you?"
"No. I like the way I feel around you."
"And how's that?" he asked, getting quiet.
"I feel safe. I feel pretty." She paused and eyed his lips. "And sometimes other things."
"Like what?" In spite of his good intentions, he really wanted to hear about the other things.
"I get hot. Especially here"-she touched her breasts-"and here." Her hands brushed over the juncture between her thighs.
Butch saw double, his heart kicked so hard. As he blew out a lungful of hot air, he was sure his head was going to explode.
"Do you feel anything?" she asked.
"You better believe it."
His voice sounded Scotch-raw. Which is what desperation will do to a guy.
Marissa crossed the porch, coming toward him. I would kiss you now. If you wouldn't mind."
Wouldn't mind? He was willing to beg just to keep looking at her.
He uncrossed his legs and sat up, thinking that the fact someone could walk in on them at any time would help keep him in check. He was about to get to his feet when she knelt in front of him.
And moved her body right between his legs.
"Whoa. Easy there." He stopped her before she came in contact with his erection. He wasn't sure she was ready for that. Hell, he wasn't sure he was ready for that. "If we're going to… We need to take this slow. I want it to be good for you."
She smiled, and he caught sight of the tips of her fangs. His erection throbbed.
Now who'd have thought that'd be a turn-on?
"I dreamt of doing this last night," she murmured.
Butch cleared his throat. "Did you?"
"I imagined that you came to my bed. You bent over me."
Oh, God, he could just picture that. Except in his fantasy they were both naked.
"You were naked," she whispered, leaning into him. "And so was I. Your mouth was hard on mine. You tasted tangy, like Scotch. I liked it." Her lips hovered mere inches from his. "I liked you."
Holy heaven. He was actually about to come. And they hadn't even kissed yet.
She moved to close the distance, but he held her off at the last moment. She was too much for him. Too lovely. Too sexy. Way, way too innocent.
God, he'd let down so many people over the course of his life. He didn't want to add her to the list.
And she deserved a prince for her first. Not some washed-up ex-cop, wearing someone else's gigolo armor. He had no idea how vampires ran their private lives. But he was damn sure she could do a hell of a lot better than him.
"Marissa?"
"Hmmm?" Her eyes didn't stray from his lips. In spite of her inexperience, she looked like she was ready to devour him.
And he wanted to be eaten.