Here Be Sexist Vampires(97)

Never had I thought he would make me lose control enough to call his name. But taking into account everything he made me feel, how could I not have? I hadn’t just called it out that one time either. Every single time he had been inside me, without fail, he’d reduced me to such a rapturous state that I would have called out anything he wanted. But after the first time I hadn’t needed asking again anyway. He was just as smug about it every time.

The smugness was partly why I’d joked after our first round of sex about it all being a mistake. I’d just wanted to bring him back down to Earth, but I really hadn’t expected him to react so badly at the idea of it. Too many things about him I just didn’t get. I got him, just not all of his reactions concerning me. I mean come on if Joy could have morphed into me at his leisure then it was a shock that he hadn’t even tried it. Surely a girl-obsessed bloke wouldn’t be so fussy and would prefer a collection of consorts to this casual shag. I really hadn’t, and still don’t, know what to think of it. In a way, it had somehow managed to sound sweet, especially when he had said that he wanted every part of me. Shrug. Well, now that he’d finally gotten what he wanted his interest may have expired. It’d be a shame; we seemed to have this weird instinctive understanding of what the other liked and wanted, and it made us good together – in bed, I mean. Just in bed. Honest.

Jared’s perfect stillness and even breathing told me that he was still asleep. I’d happily have stayed here, but I was just so thirsty. Quietly and gently I freed myself from his hold and edged myself further and further along the bed. Finally reaching the end, I gently pushed myself up. I hadn’t even taken a step before an arm curled around my waist and I was dragged backwards, colliding with a naked body.#p#分页标题#e#

Jared, his chest pressed against my back, nuzzled the crook of my neck. “Hey,” he said a little sleepily. “Trying to escape before I woke up?”

“I might have done if you hadn’t destroyed my clothes.”

“They were in the way.”

“So were yours,” I said, amused, “but I didn’t tear them.”

“No, you just used them to get me all tangled while you made a run for it.” He repeatedly kissed my neck only gently, but tingling still started between my thighs. I was sure that I had the most sensitive neck in history. “You. Taste. So. Good.”

“Are we talking about my skin or my blood?”

A low chuckle tickled my ear. “Both. And I can think of some other parts of you I enjoy tasting. But none of that beats being inside you; I fucking love that.” Then he proved that he meant it – in earnest.

He proved it again when he teleported me to my apartment and joined me uninvited in the shower. Needless to say, that wasn’t a problem. Then he proved it again in my bedroom once we’d dried off. See what I mean about the Trojan stamina? Little more than ten seconds after our final round, there was knocking on the front door. Considering that both of us were lying on the bed naked and panting it seemed reasonable to ignore the visitor. But the knocker was relentless.

Groaning, I got up and slipped into my white, silk robe – which made Jared grin in a way that said he wouldn’t mind shagging me while I wore it. “I better get that, it might be Sebastian; him and Antonio probably want to know how last night went.” Seeing that Jared was making no moves to leave, I pointed at him, “If you’re staying then you stay in here. I don’t want my business spread around.”

“Anyone would think you were ashamed of me,” he said light-heartedly, gently slapping my butt as I was leaving the bedroom.

I flipped him the finger, scowling playfully at him. I was half-expecting the knocker to have gone by now, but they tapped on it again just before I reached it. Abruptly all the tingly feelings still running through me fell away as I opened the door; it was his pained expression that did it, he looked ashamed of himself like a dog walking with its tail between its legs. “Max,” I said, surprised.

He smiled as he eyed my appearance, taking in my wet, dishevelled hair. The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sorry, did I disturb your shower?”

“Er, yeah.”

“Can I come in?”

Saying no would be wise, but then that would mean that passers-by could do a little eavesdropping. I stepped aside and his smile grew as he entered. He looked good even in just his t-shirt and jeans like a model from a catalogue or something. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, I just had to know you were okay after having to go to that gathering last night. I know you can take care of yourself and everything but...”