"Don't you dare." She raised her hips to press herself against him.
"Patience, sweetheart." He rolled her panties down her legs.
"Patience? Some of us don't have an eternity." She kicked her panties off and watched the red scrap of lace fly across the room.
"I'm still limited. When the sun… " He paused, tilting his head as he studied her.
"Something… wrong?"
He touched the bare, delicate skin next to her narrow strip of curls. "I have never seen this… style before."
"Oh. It's a bikini wax." Was she his first modern woman? She liked that thought. And she liked the idea of showing him how a modern woman approached sex. She raised one leg to rest her calf along the top of the sofa cushion. Then she lifted her other leg over his head and let it rest on his shoulder.
His eyes widened at the sight she'd put on display. His jaw tensed. Suddenly he shifted his gaze to the ceiling.
Had she offended him by her boldness? "Do you think I'm too—"
"Too beautiful." He squeezed his eyes shut. "I doona want to lose control."
"Oh." That sounded like a challenge. How she would love to drive him over the edge. Or maybe not. What did a vampire do if he lost control?
He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. The red color had mellowed to a warm glow.
He kissed her leg hooked around his shoulder. "A man could spend a lifetime learning every shape and curve of yer body and count his life blessed."
She sighed. If he kept that up, she'd climax without him even touching her.
He skimmed his hand down her thigh toward her center. She watched his hand approach closer and closer. It was no surprise, yet still, she jolted when he finally touched her.
"Yer folds are slick and swollen. Engorged with blood."
She shuddered as his fingertips outlined each fold. He circled her clitoris, then tweaked it with his thumb and forefinger. She cried out.
"Even this" — he played with the nubbin—"it has swollen with blood and turned red like the most beautiful of blushes."
Tension spiked, and she writhed under his hand. "Angus."
"I need to kiss you." He lowered her leg from his shoulder and stretched out beside her on the couch.
"Yes." She wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her thoroughly, then invaded her mouth at the same time he inserted a finger inside her. With a groan, her back arched. He stroked the roof of her mouth with his tongue in rhythm to the stroking of his finger. Tension coiled inside her. He broke the kiss when her breathing grew too labored and turned his attention to her breasts.
He drew her nipple into his mouth and gave it a tug just as he pressed against her engorged nubbin. She cried out again. The tension rose abruptly, and she panted for air.
He rubbed her faster and faster.
"Oh God." She raised her hips to press against him.
"Oh bugger." He looked up suddenly. "What rotten timing."
"Wha…?" The room swirled around her. She screamed when all the tension shattered.
"What the hell was that?" a man's voice boomed from the foyer.
Emma gasped, even while her body continued to throb with the most glorious shock waves. No, it couldn't be. Not him.
"Was that Emma who screamed?" the voice screeched.
Good heavens, it was him. Her boss, Sean Whelan, was in the foyer.
Angus placed a finger against her lips. As if she needed a reminder to be quiet?
"Release me, dammit!" Sean yelled. "One of your bloody vampires is torturing Emma."
A softer voice replied, "I canna release ye from yer restraints until ye calm down."
"Calm down?" Sean roared. "I'll show you calm, you bastard, when I put a stake through your heart."
He continued to shout while Emma gave Angus a frantic look. Bad enough for her to be caught half naked by his vampire friends, but by her boss? This was a disaster! What on earth could she say? She was trying out a new interrogation technique?
Angus enveloped her in his arms and whispered in her ear, "Trust me."
Everything went black.
She was just becoming aware of her body again and Angus's arms around her, when they both dropped a few feet and tumbled onto the floor with a muffled thud.
"Oof." She struggled to breathe. Where was she?
"Sorry about the rough landing." Angus released her and rose to his feet. "It happens if ye teleport not standing up."
She sat up and glanced around the dark room. Moonlight filtered through three narrow windows, giving just enough illumination to make out the shapes of furniture, like dark squatting shadows surrounding her. Where was she? She scrambled to her feet, but the room spun around.