Surrendering(83)

Two could play the mind-fuck game, he thought. But was he really playing?

He stopped a couple of inches in front her and could feel her body heat seeping into his. Vampires did have beating hearts and although their body temperature ran a little below that of humans, they still threw off plenty of body heat. And under certain circumstances—like perhaps that which included his cock buried in her hot, wet pussy—he had no doubt Giselle could get even hotter. Concentrate, Thatcher.

“And why would you care what happens to little ol’ me, Giselle,” he whispered.

Her breath caught and he was pleased he’d caught her completely off guard. He leaned even closer. Her eyes dilated, narrowing to slits. Wow…she really wanted him. The thought made his blood run hotter than he was comfortable with.

“I mean, I know you want to fuck my brains out and give me indescribable pleasure, as you’ve already told me, but you’re so fucking beautiful and sexy, you could have any man you want. Why me?” He inhaled deeply. Christ, she smelled divine.

Her breathing sped up and she opened her mouth to respond, but closed it again, saying nothing. She was completely off her game. Good. Because if he was totally honest with himself, so was he. He had absolutely no idea what he was doing here. He wanted her more than he could remember wanting any other woman in his life, and that terrified the hell out of him. Because of what she was, he could never fuck Giselle, but Jesus, did he want to. He wanted to with such ferocity, he almost willed himself to forget she was an enemy. And doing that could get a man killed.

Knowing all of this, he had no idea how his body ended up pressed against hers, pinning her in place against the office wall. He had no idea how his hands ended up on her hips, pulling her closer to his aching cock. He had no idea how his lips started grazing her cheek, her neck, her lips. And he had no idea how to force himself to stop this madness.

His entire concentration at the moment was on getting Giselle’s substantial tit out of the top of her corset. He was dying to know what color her nipples were and his mouth watered at the thought of their taste.

So since he couldn’t figure out how to stop this madness himself, it was a good thing someone else decided for him before he reached the point of no return. He almost had her breast completely out of its lacy confines, when he heard someone clear their throat. And it was definitely too low and masculine to be Giselle. They quickly pulled away from each other, Giselle straightening herself. Mike didn’t turn toward the interloper immediately. He needed to get his raging hard on under control first. And oddly, he needed to make sure Giselle was covered.

After several seconds, Mike finally turned around, only to face a grinning Renaldo.

Fuck. Color him embarrassed. And pissed. That asshole better have not seen an inch of Giselle’s creamy skin.

“Did I interrupt something?” If possible, Renaldo’s grin widened further. He was really enjoying this, the bastard.

With a quick look to Giselle, he noticed she seemed just as embarrassed as he did, and like ice water to the face, that quickly shook him out of the spell he’d been under. She was embarrassed to be caught with him? Of course she was. He was just a lowly human. A source of nourishment is all.

And now he was pissed for an entirely different reason. He was upset with himself for forgetting who and what she was. How could he let himself get so carried away with her? Because head number two had brainwashed head number one, that’s how.

He looked Giselle in the eyes as he responded to Renaldo.

“No, it was absolutely nothing. You didn’t interrupt a fucking thing.” He almost felt bad when a flash of hurt quickly crossed her face, but he quickly shoved that away. Wow, she was a great actress. And he was an asshole. Good to know they were back to their respective roles.

Neither of them spoke as they stared each other down, the air thick with tension. Renaldo had to be thoroughly enjoying this and would never let him live it down. Just peachy.

“So I see your pet is safe and sound, Elle.” She moved so fast, all Mike heard were two bodies thumping against the wall.

“You shut the fuck up, Ren.”

Ren laughed, holding his hands up in the universal surrender position.

“Easy wildcat. Just making an observation, is all. No offense intended.”

Giselle let Ren go, muttering curses under her breath. She stormed out of the office without so much as a word to him or a glance back in his direction. Yep, Mrs. Hyde was back in full force. He didn’t know why and didn’t plan to delve too deeply into it, but deep down her disregard cut him to the quick. Wow, what a pussy thing to think. Had he suddenly grown a vagina?