Sexiest Vampire Alive(80)

He sat her on the table, then planted his hands on the table on either side of her and watched her closely.

Her cheeks grew warm as she smoothed her hands over his shoulders and chest. There was a light sprinkling of curly brown hair above his nipples. Soft and springy. She continued down to the ridges of his abdominal muscles, and she heard him suck in a deep breath.

She glanced up to find his eyes red and glowing. The aching sensation in her womb intensified, and she squeezed her thighs together.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered.

Her heart stuttered, and tears misted her eyes. “Gregori.” She cradled his face with her hands. God help her, she loved him, too. She was in love with a vampire.

He grasped her knees and opened her legs. A shudder swept over her, and moisture pooled between her thighs.

He eased between her legs, his hands skimming up her thighs to her hips. “I want you.”

“I want you, too.”

He yanked her T-shirt off and tossed it aside. Then he pulled her tight and kissed her. Passion broke loose, and she was swept into a whirlwind of sensation. His lips, his tongue, his hands. She tried to keep up, stroking his tongue with hers and raking her hands into his soft hair.

He was delicious, sweet, and desperately hungry for her. Her heart pounded, her skin felt feverishly hot, and she ached with desire. All this—just from kissing him? She might die if he did more.

She might die if he didn’t. She groaned and nearly fainted at the raw, husky sound of his answering growl. Her body responded, causing her back to arch and more moisture to slicken her legs.

Before she knew it, her bra was off, and he was lifting her higher so he could kiss her breasts. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned as he suckled hard. With his palms on her rump, he pulled her groin tight against him. More moisture seeped from her. More desperation.

“Gregori, please.”

He set her on the table. “Lie back.”

She stretched out on the black slab as he fumbled with the button and zipper of her jeans. He pulled off her shoes, then whisked off her jeans and underwear.

Her heart thundered as he looked her over with his red glowing eyes.

“You look like a feast.” He rested a hand on her tummy, then skimmed it up to cup her breast.

She reached for him. “Gregori.”

He smiled and kissed her. “My beautiful Scholar.” He trailed kisses down her neck to her breast.

She arched when he drew her nipple into his mouth. She raked her hands into his hair and gasped when he rested a hand on the curls between her legs.

“Oh God.” She’d never felt such a desperate level of need before. All modesty fled, and she opened her legs.

He glanced up at her. “No screaming, remember?”

She shook her head. “I’ve never felt so . . .” She moaned when he parted the folds.

“You’re dripping wet.”

That made even more moisture seep out. “Please.” She planted her feet on the table and pressed against him.

He gently stroked her clitoris. She gasped, struggling to breathe.

He rubbed her faster and faster till she knew he’d gone beyond what was humanly possible. And he was taking her with him, higher and higher.

Her climax ripped through her with such astonishing force, she didn’t realize she’d screamed till his hand clapped over her mouth. Dots danced before her eyes, and her body throbbed.

Slowly her heart returned to a steady thud.

“Sorry about that.” He took his hand off her mouth and grinned. “You came faster than I expected.”

“Huh?” She managed to say.

“You’re a screamer.” He gathered her up in his arms. “We need to go somewhere private.”

“Huh?”

He chuckled. “Trust me.”

Everything went black, then she found herself in a strange place. “Huh?”

“This is my condo. Upper West Side.”

She looked around the dim apartment as he carried her into a bedroom. “This is your home?”

“Yes.” He dropped her onto his bed.

She sat up and gazed around the room. King-sized bed. Moonlight filtering through a window. Gregori kicking off his shoes while he unzipped his jeans.

“This is the infamous bachelor pad?”

He paused and looked at her. “I’ve never brought a woman here before. You’re the one I want, Abby.”

Her heart squeezed, and she smiled. “That’s good, considering I’m in love with you.”

He stared at her a moment, then his eyes glowed red. He dropped his jeans and his underwear.

She scooted back to make room for him. He moved onto the bed, crawling toward her, his red eyes coming closer. Her heart pounded faster. He had to be the sexiest man alive. Or Undead. She no longer cared which. As long as he was hers.