All I Want for Christmas is a Vampire(93)

 

He tossed the jacket on the table, along with the small pillow that had masqueraded as a belly. "Go on."

 

"Number three is I will achieve something meaningful with my life."

 

"That is important. That's why I fight the Malcontents." He stood when she tugged on his white T-shirt. He pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.

 

She eyed his bare chest. The patch of black, curly hair, the strong pecs, the six-pack abs. His red velvet pants were tied at his hips by a white drawstring. She took the end of the white cord in her fingers and gently pulled.

 

"And the fourth affirmation?"

 

She glanced up at his face. "It's always been the hardest one for me to believe." And the hardest to confess. Her eyes stung with tears. "I am worthy to be loved."

 

"Lass." He smoothed back her hair. "I have never met anyone more worthy of love than you."

 

"Ian." She touched his face. "That's what I think about you."

 

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She kissed him back with all the passion that had grown inside her for days. He slanted his mouth over hers and invaded her with his tongue. Her knees grew weak. There was such hunger in his kiss. It made her feel desperate. Feverish.

 

She raked her hands down his smooth, bare back. "I want you."

 

"Ye have me." He wadded her green elfin tunic in his fists and pulled it up and over her head. Her long-sleeved red T-shirt soon followed. Before she could lower her arms, he had her bra unclasped.

 

"You're very quick."

 

"Aye." He flung her bra aside. "Like you, I intend to accomplish my goals." He cupped one of her breasts.

 

Her nipples hardened under the gaze of his red, glowing eyes. She squeezed her thighs together. "What is your goal?"

 

"To make ye moan." He rubbed his thumb over a tight nipple, and she did moan. "To make ye shudder and scream." He leaned over to take her nipple into his mouth. He suckled, teased her with his tongue, then gently tugged.

 

She shuddered and leaned back in his arms.

 

"I want to feast on you." He gave his attention to her other breast.

 

Through a haze of sensual pleasure, she recalled that word feast. He was tormenting her nipple with his tongue. Were his fangs next? "You want to bite me?"

 

He lifted his head and gave her a look of admonishment. "I'm no' doing this for food."

 

"But you said feast."

 

His mouth quirked. "I was referring to oral sex. Do ye have any objection to letting me kiss and suck on you?"

 

She gulped. "No, that would be fine."

 

He slid his fingers underneath the waistband of her red tights and slowly tugged them down. "And ye'll no' be shy about getting all juicy when ye come on my face?"

 

"No," she squeaked.

 

He smiled as his hands curved over her bare rump, dragging her tights down further. "Naughty lass, ye're no' wearing undies."

 

"I learned that from you." She smoothed her hands over his biceps, then over his shoulders and onto his chest. "You're the most beautiful man."

 

He snorted. With her tights rolled halfway down her thighs, he grabbed her at the waist and set her on the table. Then he grasped her tights and finished dragging them down her legs.

 

"I've been wanting to touch yer legs for days." He lifted them and rested her ankles on his shoulders. "So long and golden, kissed by the sun." He slid his hands down to her thighs and turned his head to kiss her calf.

 

Toni squirmed on her bare rump, becoming more and more aware of the slow, throbbing need between her legs. He moved forward, coming closer to her core, kissing the inside of her knee, her thigh. The red glow of his eyes in the dark sent a thrill through her. God, she wanted him.

 

"Please." She fell back onto the table. She hooked her feet around the back of his neck to pull him closer.

 

He stroked his fingers across her belly, and she trembled. "By all the saints, I can smell yer scent. It's so sweet. I canna resist tasting you."

 

His words struck a primeval need inside her, making her even more wet. And ready. She opened her thighs to him.

 

His eyes burned red. He dragged his fingers into her curls, then leaned forward. "I want to see yer face when I touch you for the first time."

 

She focused on his red eyes, then gasped when his fingers slid between her legs. She shuddered as he stroked her gently, easing his way between her sensitive folds. She saw a flash of white teeth as he smiled.

 

"Ye're so verra wet." He inserted a finger inside her. "And verra warm."