Sarah reached for them, but he held them high out of her reach. “Give them to me!”
Devlin shook his head, his eyes gleaming. “I think I’ll keep them.”
Sarah gave him a sharp look. “I’m not leaving this bathroom with no underwear on!”
“Care to make a wager on that?” Devlin asked.
Chapter Six
Before Sarah could even argue with him, in the mere blink of an eye, they were out of the small confines of her bathroom and standing on the street outside of the Sydney Opera House. Sarah stood staring, transfixed at the sight.
She was slightly disoriented by the instantaneous travel and her legs shook. She leaned against Devlin for support.
Devlin chuckled and wrapped his arm around her, steadying her. “You lose the bet.” When she only nodded, he held her tighter. “Give it a minute, love. The disorientation will subside in a few moments.”
“Would I be able to do this?” she asked very carefully. She stood very still, staring at one of the most beautiful landmarks she’d ever seen. One she’d always promised herself she’d see one day.
Devlin started to answer her, but then froze, listening. He moved in front of her, using his excellent vision to see what danger he’d sensed. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Few people were around at this late hour. Still; there was danger. He was sure of it. “We must go, Sarah,” he said quietly.
Sarah tensed, sensing his urgency. “Something’s wrong.”
His head nodded once. In the next instant, they were back safely in her small bathroom.
Sarah’s head was spinning from the transportation. Certainly someone had seen them appear and disappear like that? “Devlin, what was it?”
“I don’t know, Sarah. I sensed danger. Someone was watching us—I wasn’t going to risk you by sticking around and finding out whom or what they might have wanted,” he explained.
Sarah paled. “Is this something else I’d have to look forward to?” she asked tightly. Her head was still spinning and her heart was racing. She backed away from him, searching his face.
Devlin ran his hand through his hair in a rare show if exasperation. “No,” he said, keeping his voice level. “I’ve never sensed it before. I thought it better to be safe than sorry.”
“Surely someone saw us appear and disappear.”
He shook his head. “No, I always plan for that. The people around us simply think we walked away.”
Her head was reeling. She needed to sit down. Now. Stumbling, she sat on the vanity bench. “I just don’t understand any of this. Were we somehow followed? Do you have an enemy?”
He realized that she was right. It was animosity he’d felt. Hatred. “Perhaps,” he allowed. “I need to go. I’ll damn well find out,” he promised. “Don’t leave the apartment, Sarah. I want you to stay inside until I come back. Promise me.”
She couldn’t miss the intensity in his voice. “All right. I won’t go anywhere. Do you think I’m in danger?”
“I don’t think so, but I’m not taking chances with your safety, Sarah. I need to know you’re safe.”
Sarah nodded. “I promise I’ll stay here. You’ll come let me know what’s going on?”
“Yes. Don’t let anyone in, Sarah. Not until I know what’s going on.”
“I won’t,” she said again.
Satisfied, he nodded. He lowered his head and gave her a hard kiss. “Think of me,” he ordered, then was gone.
Think of me. As if she had any choice, she thought a little wildly. In the last twenty-four hours, she’d been across the world and back in the blink of an eye. She’d let a vampire make love to her in the most decadent of ways.
“What’s wrong with me?” she asked aloud with a groan.
Still shaky, she left the bathroom and went out to the bedroom. She changed from the skirt into a comfortable pair of sweats—and put on a pair of underwear. Remembering that he still had hers made her flush again.
She’d never been so wanton. She hadn’t been a virgin, certainly. She was twenty-seven, after all. There had been men in her life in the past—even ones she’d thought herself in love with.
None of them compared on any level with Devlin.
Although he’d assured her he wasn’t controlling her mind, how could she be sure? She’d never thought to protest any of the things he’d done with and to her. Not once. She was still tender from his lovemaking. Even now, her body wanted him.
Just thinking of him lying over her—his penis deep inside her—made her grow hot and moist. She wanted him still. Could he control her mind from a distance? Was he hiding somewhere within the apartment?