After scooping her change into a handy cup, she tried her hand at blackjack but quickly grew bored with that, as well.
Leaving the casino floor, she strolled through the gift shops. Lots of salt-and-pepper shakers, shot glasses, and T-shirts with Vegas logos.
She ate a quick dinner, then returned to the room, thinking that spending the day with a sleeping husband was better than anything Vegas had to offer.
Gideon woke to the feel of a warm, deliciously naked, feminine form pressed close to his side. Eyes still closed, he slid his arm around her waist, felt his body come alive as Kay leaned up on one elbow and kissed him, lightly at first, and then with growing intensity.
With a low growl, he flipped her onto her back and straddled her hips, his body holding hers in place, one of his hands trapping both of hers above her head.
She fluttered her eyelashes at him, a seductive smile curving her lips.
“Didn’t your father ever tell you that it isn’t safe to wake a sleeping vampire?”
“Actually, the subject never came up,” she replied with a saucy grin. “Although I see something else has sprung to life.”
Gideon grinned back at her. “Nice of you to notice.” He lifted a lock of her hair and let it slide through his fingers. And then he frowned. “What did you do today?”
“Nothing much. I went down to the casino for a little while, but it wasn’t any fun without you.”
“Do you think that was wise?”
She shrugged. “No one knows we’re here. And I can’t just sit around and watch TV all day, you know. I had to do something to pass the time waiting for you to wake up.”
“Impatient are you, Wolfie?”
“Of course not!” she replied, as if that were the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. “I was just bored.”
“Oh, well, if that’s all it is, I’m sure I can think of something to arouse your interest for the next ten or twelve hours.”
“Really?” She slipped one hand from his and trailed her fingertips over his chest. “What did you have in mind?”
“Oh, a little of this …” Leaning down, he kissed her, his tongue teasing hers. “A little of that.” He nuzzled the valley between her breasts, then moved to the soft sweet spot beneath her ear.
Writhing beneath him, she murmured, “I’d like a little more of that.”
Chuckling, he ran his tongue along the side of her neck, then grazed her skin with his fangs.
“More.” She cupped the back of his head in her hands, holding him in place as she turned her head to the side. “Do it,” she urged. “Bite me.”
There was no way to resist, not when he could hear the way her heartbeat accelerated, the whisper of her life’s blood flowing hot and sweet through her veins.
She moaned softly as his bite coincided with the joining of his body to hers. Her hands moved restlessly up and down his back as pleasure upon pleasure swept through her.
There was a dull roaring in her ears that gradually morphed into the sound of someone pounding on the door. Confused, she looked at Gideon.
His expression brought her quickly back to reality. Springing from the bed, he hissed, “Your father is here. And he’s not alone. Victor and his father are with him.”
Jackknifing into a sitting position, Kay grabbed the bedspread and wrapped it around her, toga-style. “How did they find us?”
“Verah.” He swore under his breath.
“Why would she tell them … ? Oh.”
Gideon nodded. Verah wanted his blood. Victor wanted Kay.
There was another knock on the door, louder this time. “What’ll we do?” Kay asked, her gaze darting around the room.
“Get the hell out here.”
He reached for her hand as the door burst open. Russell, and Victor and Diego Rinaldi, rushed into the room.
With a savage howl, Russell grabbed hold of Kay’s arm and wrenched her away from Gideon.
Victor brandished a stake, his lips pulled back in a feral grin. His father, looking wary, held a bottle of what Gideon assumed was holy water.
Gideon glared at the three men. He had never run from a fight. He could have killed them all, but how could he destroy Kay’s father with her standing there, watching?
“Gideon, get out of here!” Kay hollered, tugging against her father’s hold. “Go! Now.”
He stared at her for stretched seconds; then, muttering a sharp oath, he dissolved into mist and vanished from sight.
Victor took a step toward her, his face mottled with rage. “You little whore… .”
“Shut up, Victor! That’s my daughter you’re talking to.”
Victor closed his mouth with an audible snap, but he continued to glare at Kay, his eyes filled with contempt.