Deadly Desire

He kissed one puckered nipple, then the other, then murmured, 'Turn around.'

I did as bid, and found myself pressed against the cool glass, the heat of my body making the surface flare and go clear. Suddenly everything on the street below was visible.

'I want everyone to know that this gorgeous body is mine,' he murmured, sweeping my hair to one side and kissing the nape of my neck. 'I want everyone to see just how glorious you look when you come.'

His words had me shuddering in pleasure, and it was all I could do not to turn around, to take what I so desperately needed.

But this was his game. Mine could wait until later.

His fingertips slid up my bare leg, making my muscles twitch in delight and the deep-seated ache all that much fiercer. When he reached the top of the skirt's split, he hesitated, and my breath hitched in expectation. I wanted, needed his touch to slide underneath the material. To explore where I ached.

Instead, his hand moved down to my thighs and slowly, surely, the skirt slid upward.

For several seconds, he didn't do anything more than simply stand behind me. But I could feel the weight of his gaze on my body, hear the rapid intake of his breath, smell the raging of his desire. And it was as arousing as a touch, making the throb of desire fiercer than I'd ever thought possible.

More minutes ticked by, and sweat began to trickle down the back of my neck. The weight of expectation was not something I'd experienced before, and while it might be sweet, it was also torturous.

Finally, his hands touched my shoulders and moved down, sliding around to my breasts. His body pressed lightly against mine as he caressed and pinched my nipples, and I moaned, thrusting back against him, enjoying the steel of his erection pressed so firmly against my butt.

Then one hand began to move downward, along the flat of my stomach, across to my hip, down the outside of my thigh. My breathing was getting harsher by the moment, and expectation was rising, until it felt like I would surely burst if he didn't damn well touch me there soon.

His fingers brushed the inside of my thigh, and my breathing hitched. Slowly, surely, his caress moved upward, and when he finally brushed my clit, I cried out in sheer, aching pleasure. His fingers slid through the wetness, caressing, delving, and all I could do was shudder and writhe and moan. And then he was in me, thrusting hard and deep, and I came, shaking with the sheer force of my climax. And still he thrust, the thick heat of him stabbing deep, the sensation so glorious pleasure rose thick and strong all over again. Then he came, and his teeth were in my neck, and the dual sensations was so glorious I came a second time.

For several minutes we did nothing more than merely stand there, our bodies locked together and the heat of our union clearing the glass. On the street below, several men had gathered, obviously trying to figure out if they had just seen what they thought they'd seen. If I'd had the energy, I would have waved.

'That,' I said eventually, 'was a brilliant start to the evening.'

'It surely was.'

He dropped a kiss on my shoulder blade, then stepped back. I turned and followed, letting the glass go smoky again. Quinn placed his hands on each side of my face and gently kissed me. It was a sweet kiss, yet one that spoke of passion not yet sated.

The thought had my hormones coursing in delight.

He leaned down to pick up the drinks, his undone shirt revealing delicious glimpses of toned stomach muscles as he gave me my glass. I took a sip, enjoying the coolness of the sweet liquid, then said, 'So, where was our conversation again?'

'I believe I said something along the lines of Madrilene not going out of her way to help her brother solve these murders.'

'Ah yes.' I took another sip of wine and idly wondered if it would taste as good if it was licked off his skin. 'Why do you call her Madrilene when she's known everywhere else as Alex?'

His smile was sensual and dangerous. A man getting ready to seduce again. 'Most older vampires have had several names over the years. I met her when she was Madrilene, so that is what I call her.'

'And what does she call you?'

'Ciaran. Quinn is a derivative of my original surname, O'Cuinn.'

'Ciaran O'Cuinn.' The name rolled off the tongue sweetly. 'It suits you.'

'But it is no longer the name I go by.'

'And will your current moniker also hit the dust one day?'

'It's hard to say, because the existence of nonhumans is an accepted fact now. Back when I was young, they were very much a myth, and anyone who lived too long or didn't age was treated with great suspicion-and that often resulted in death.' His shrug was an elegant thing. 'But enough of me. Continue with your tales of death.'

I smiled. Getting Quinn to talk about his past was as difficult as ever, but at least I was now getting little bits and pieces. Once upon a time, he'd clam up tighter than, well, a clam. 'We also happen to have a couple of hellhounds running around. Don't suppose you've some more of that holy water lying about, do you?'

He laughed softly. 'It's not something I keep in the cupboard, no. But I can get you some, if you'd like.'

'Please.' I dipped my fingers into the wine, then lightly sprinkled it across his chest. Stepping away from the window, I pressed myself against him and slowly licked the droplets off. Desire stirred, his and mine, filling the air with its richness. 'How much time have we got left before our meal arrives?'

He barely even glanced at his watch, merely wrapped his arms around me and said, his lips so close to mine I could practically taste them, 'More than enough time to uncover some more creative uses for the wine.'

'Good,' I said.

And it damn well was.

Someone was touching my feet. The sensation was feather light, but nevertheless annoying. I twitched my feet away but the annoyance seemed to follow.

'Go away,' I muttered, not opening my eyes.

'I will be in about five minutes,' Quinn said, amusement evident in his rich tones. 'You need to wake up.'

'Says who?' I grabbed the pillow and hugged it tighter. As if it would chase away the reality of the morning and the fact that I did need to get up and go to work.

'I have coffee.'

My nostrils flared. 'Not in your hand, you haven't.'

He chuckled softly and kissed my cheek, leaving it tingling. 'I'm not that stupid. It's out on the table, along with your bacon, eggs, and toast.'

'I don't want to get up.' It sounded petulant, but God, I was tired. Between the sex at the restaurant and the sex here in his penthouse, sleep hadn't played a major part in our night.

'Trust me, neither did I. Not when you had your warm and luscious body wrapped around me. I have meetings I can't get out of, however.'

And I had killers to chase. I blew out a breath and opened my eyes. 'Why this sudden rash of meetings? Your airline business isn't in trouble, is it?'

'No, but I am considering shifting the headquarters down to Melbourne so I can see a certain redhead more often.'

He was shifting his whole business for me? God, was there ever a greater sign of commitment than that? It made me feel intensely happy, and yet intensely selfish. I couldn't give him the same sort of commitment because there would always be one part of my soul that hungered for-needed-more.

Besides, he wasn't the first man to offer such a gift. Kellen had moved down to Melbourne for me, too, and look how well that had turned out. 'Really?'

'Really.' His dark eyes smiled. 'Of course, the move will be gradual, as said redhead is keeping her options open when it comes to other werewolves.'

'It's not like I'm going to the clubs and dancing every night.'

'I know, and I appreciate it.' He leaned down and kissed me gently. 'But we both know there will come a time when I am not enough, and that will be a testing time for us both.'

'I won't flaunt any other lovers in your face, Quinn. I promise that much.'

He smiled and touched his fingers lightly to my cheek. The caress was tender and yet oddly sad. Just like the brief flare in his eyes. 'I know. The problem lies with my instincts, not yours. A vampire doesn't like to share.'

'What about an Aedh?'