The crease in his forehead dug deeper and his tawny brows drew down over his eyes that never left hers as he brought her hand to his mouth. He dragged the flat of his tongue up her wrist, taking the rivulet of blood that lined her skin into his mouth.
A swirl of butterflies took flight in Naya’s stomach as Ronan’s eyes drifted blissfully shut. For a long moment he held her still, the only sound in the enclosed space that of their mingled breaths.
“I’m mad with want.” Ronan’s voice pierced the silence. Warm and rich with an undertone of pain that sliced through her. “Your blood … your scent … your very presence blinds me with lust.” He brought her thumb to his mouth and Naya once again brushed the pad across his bottom lip. It shouldn’t have affected her, but her own body heated as his tongue flicked out to lap at the blood.
She repeated the action, mesmerized by the erotic sight. It didn’t take much to become lust-addled in the presence of such a magnificent male. Instead of waiting for him to take her blood on his tongue, Naya leaned in and licked it away herself.
It appeared that Ronan wasn’t the only one struggling with impulse control. Power sparked, arcing in a current between them. A week’s worth of pent-up sexual frustration exploded inside of her and Naya reached out and clawed at Ronan’s shirt, desperate to strip it from his chest as she thrust her tongue into his mouth.
He released his grip on her wrist, raising his arms and breaking the kiss only for as long as it took Naya to push the T-shirt up and over his head. A faint tingle of magic feathered over her skin and a pleasant, giddy buzz settled on her brain. When it came to the vampire, common sense didn’t exist. Responsibility didn’t exist. Her own obligations and safety didn’t exist. There was only him and her and the passion that blazed white-hot between them. Not even the unanswered questions mattered as his tongue slid against hers in a wet tangle.
She wanted to lose herself to Ronan. Give him whatever he wanted. Her blood, her body, hell, he could have her soul if he wanted that, too. Anything to keep him there with her. To have his hands, his mouth, on her. Naya straddled his lap and the length of his erection brushed against her. Gods, she wanted him inside of her. Now. “Oh, gods, Ronan.” The words tumbled from her mouth totally unfiltered: “Just fuck me already—”
Her cell phone rang in her back pocket, the theme song to Charmed, and broke the spell of lust that had clouded Naya’s brain. Luz. Shit. Anxiety tied her stomach into a knot as she placed a staying palm on Ronan’s chest and fished her phone out. Kisses rained down on her cheek, down her throat, and over one shoulder as he pulled her shirt to the side. His fangs scraped along her tender flesh and Naya shivered, her eyes drifting shut as she answered, “What’s up, Luz?”
“What’s up?” her cousin repeated, incredulous. “How about no one’s heard from you in twenty-four hours, the police are investigating reports of some kind of animal ripping through the harbor last night, and there’s some seriously bad juju on the horizon!”
Naya reached up to rake her fingers through her hair only to have Ronan seize it. He took her thumb—the one she’d sliced with the knife—and drew it into his mouth, sucking gently on the digit. Her pussy clenched as though the wet heat of his mouth was a hell of a lot lower on her body, and she suppressed a moan. This was not the time to realize that her sex was slick and ready for him. But oh, gods. His mouth felt so good, she considered hanging up on her cousin and leaving the rest to fate.
“Naya, did you hear me?” Luz sounded as if she was about to blow a gasket. Not very reassuring, considering she was usually the carefree one. “Paul’s freaking out. He’s sent out a search party to find you.” Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial hiss. “And Santi said you’ve got a new pet.”
That dirty, rotten promise breaker. She was officially screwed.
Naya cleared her throat, though it did little to banish the thick tone of desire from her voice. “I hear you loud and clear, Luz. I’ll meet you at the house in an hour.”
“Less than an hour if you know what’s good for you,” Luz replied. “And you are so busted for not telling me about this first!”
The call went dead and Naya’s eyes met Ronan’s. They were still silver, still glistening with desire, but she knew that he’d heard every word of her conversation. “I need to get you back to my house. Now.”
CHAPTER
14
Ronan welcomed the opportunity to be found by whoever could frighten Naya into a state of panic. He’d sink his fangs in the bastard’s throat and rip his jugular out.