He grinned, standing there in his— Whoa . Just looking at him hurt all over in all the right places. “You should know better than that by now.”
Evelyn could feel the crimson burn spread up her neck to her face. He couldn’t read her mind, so how did he know.
His grin broadened, and he showed no sign of pulling back the curtain to disrupt her view. “Or did you wake with a fierce desire?”
Yes, she was definitely beet red now. “Um.”
In one movement, he scooped her up and pulled her into the tub, closing the curtain. His lips captured hers, his tongue penetrating and playing a game. Evelyn surrendered to the whole thing. He could have her. He could do anything he wanted with her. That’s how much she ached for him.
The hot water streamed over her nightshirt. His thumb stroked her nipple through the wet fabric. “So, my love, have we reached a truth?”
Evelyn gazed up into his glacier blue gray eyes. Next thing she knew, she was kissing him hard and long. He lifted her up, then lowered her slowly kissing her body through the sopping wet shirt, fastening on a nipple and sucking.
“Ahhh.” She threw her head back and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Ending the suck with a kiss, he latched onto the other nipple. Then he kissed her, leaving a blazing hot trail of love on every inch of her skin until they were face-to-face.
“I want nothing between us.” He slipped the soaked nightshirt over her head in one swift move and tossed it over the curtain rod. Then ripped off her panties.
“Max, you can’t keep destroying my underwear.”
He kissed her with such heat Evelyn closed her eyes. She was tight in his embrace and accepted everything. His shaft pushed against her core, and she gasped, hiding her smile of pure joy in his shoulder. He thrust into her. With her back against the wall of the shower, he pushed and withdrew. She couldn’t really move, only be there to enjoy what he was doing. His every movement elicited a gasp or whimper. She nibbled his shoulder, his neck, his ear.
“Say something to me, Evelyn.”
“Max,” she panted. “What do you want me to say?”
“How do you feel?”
Half crazed out of her mind with lust as he pounded into her body, Evelyn took a breath. This was a trap. Every man wanted to know a woman’s feelings so he could use them against her, enslave her to his will.
“Max, I need you.” It was the safe thing to say and true. All the banter about sex and honeymooning in the dream had fired her need. She was afraid to admit more.
He drove into her faster. Evelyn felt faint. Everything swirled. She nuzzled his shoulder and then bit him. Her mouth filled with blood.
Now for the contest: I will be give to one lucky commenter who lives in the USA, a signed print copy of Vampire King of New York. The contest starts here and ends when the End of Summer Bash does. Every time you comment with “I love Max,” along with your name and email, I will enter your name in the hat. Only one comment per post. Contest void where prohibited by law. Good luck, everyone!
Susan Hanniford Crowley