Be Still My Vampire Heart(72)

 

She gripped the sides of the tub. This was one hell of a good use for psychic energy. She jolted when she felt his mouth on her. Unbelievable, considering she was sitting in a tub of water. But then, it was all in his head and hers.

 

I promised ye that yer second scream would come from my mouth.

 

"Oh God." It felt so real. She could feel every lick, every dip of his tongue between her folds, every little nudge and nip at her clitoris. She planted her feet against the tub and raised her hips, wanting more. More. The tension stretched thin, ready to snap.

 

Come with me, love. He squeezed her bottom with his hands. His tongue went wild. She screamed. Her feet slipped, and she thrashed about, spilling water on the floor. She cupped herself and felt the delicious throbbing against her hand. She curled up, squeezing her thighs together, willing the shudders to go on and on. And they did. She even heard Angus groan, a husky sound that reverberated in her head and intensified the throbbing pulses.

 

Slowly her breathing returned to normal. She sat up and noted the lake of bubbly water on the bathroom floor. That had been one hell of a bath. She stood on wobbly legs and stepped carefully out.

 

The question now was what next? She quickly erected a mental shield to block Angus. She didn't want him listening in on her thought processes. Not that her brain was exactly functioning. Every other thought seemed to be wow-wee! She donned a bathrobe and removed her hair clip. What should she do? Act like nothing had happened? But it had, wow-wee! Should she open the bedroom door and invite him in for the real thing? Wow-wee. She fluffed her hair and glanced in the bathroom mirror. What to do?

 

She exited the bathroom and approached the bedroom door. Slowly she opened it. He was still on the couch, but the telly was turned off.

 

He turned to look at her. His eyes were tinted red. "I have to go. 'Tis almost dawn."

 

"Oh." Now that was brilliant. Couldn't she think of anything to say?

 

He motioned to her cell phone on the coffee table. "I took your number in case I need to reach you."

 

"Okay."

 

"I'll send one of my daytime guards to watch over you. The Malcontents are affiliated with the Russian mob, so ye could be in danger during the day."

 

"Oh."

 

He glanced at his lap, frowning. "I have to take my kilt to the cleaners." He stood and picked up his sporran from the couch.

 

Emma's eyes widened. She recalled the long groan that had echoed in her head.

 

"Angus."

 

"Good night… love." He vanished.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 17

 

 

 

 

Angus arrived in the fifth-floor office of Roman's townhouse and quickly turned off the alarm. He dropped his sporran on the desk and punched the intercom button. "Ian, that was me coming in."

 

"About time," Ian answered. "'Tis almost dawn. Connor wants to see you."

 

Angus glanced down at the state of his kilt and winced. "Give me two minutes." He dashed into the bedroom, kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his sweater and kilt. He glared at the stained kilt as he pulled on a pair of jeans. You would think he was sixteen instead of five hundred and twenty-six years old, the way he'd lost control. But he couldn't recall a woman who excited him the way Emma did. Or frustrated him. It was downright infuriating that she wanted to reject him. His wife had done that centuries ago, but Emma should know better. She was too clever and modern to fall for old superstitious fears. Hell, she was too brave to fall for any fears at all. She was a warrior like him. She was perfect for him. And he wasn't giving up without a fight. Invading her mind tonight had been an act of desperation. But the devil take it, if she was going to reject him, she needed to know exactly what she was giving up.

 

There was a knock at the office door. "Come in." He strode into the office in his stocking feet, wearing jeans and a white undershirt.

 

Connor entered. "We need to talk."

 

"Everything fine at Romatech?"

 

"Aye." Connor shut the door. "The birthing room is finished in case Shanna's bairn has… special needs."

 

A half-vampire baby boy. Angus sighed. "Anything else?"

 

"The Vamp doctors are arriving tomorrow night, and the delivery is scheduled for Friday night."

 

"Good." Angus circled the desk and sat.

 

Connor walked toward him. "I'm glad ye called in more security. We could use them with the doctors coming in, but Jack tells me ye have him and Robby guarding Central Park?"

 

"Aye, to keep the Malcontents from murdering more mortals." Angus checked his e-mail.