An image of her came to his mind… sprawled naked and prone across a red velvet bedspread, her graceful spine arching as he slid his parted lips along its curve. Decadent. That’s what she was, and decadence was what she needed from the man she took to her bed. A long, slow, deep seduction. He didn’t have that patience in him tonight. He’d had blood dripping from every inch of his skin just twenty-four hours ago and he had a cold knot in his gut that ached.
Lifting his glass, he wet his lips, absently noting the building heat in his blood. Not his type, but he wanted her. “
She reached for his glass and he gave it up. Blood was the only thing he could ingest, but he’d learned to tolerate a drop or two of red wine.
Her dark green eyes stared into his over the lip of the glass. She swallowed and made his dick hard. “Shiraz.”
“Well done,” he murmured, his eyes following the perfect arches of her brows and the sculptured beauty of her cheekbones. With a slow and deep breath, Raze realized every other female in the room had faded into insignificance.
“I have good taste.” The intimacy of her smile included him in that statement, while the determination in her eyes dismissed his assertion that they weren’t meant to be lovers.
He ran a hand over his head and debated what to do. He was no longer interested in Sam the bartender, but he wanted sex and he needed blood. And the only person he wanted either from was the one standing in front of him- the kind of woman a guy didn’t take casually. “You could have any guy in this room. Any guy you want.”
“Perhaps.” She shrugged and settled on the seat beside him. “But I need you. I’m Kim, by the way.”
She extended her hand. They shook in greeting and he gave her his name.
“Interesting.” Her eyes sparkled. “Suits you.”
Raze inclined his head in acknowledgment, maintaining his hold on her for a moment longer than necessary because he got a charge out of it. He’d chosen the name himself after shedding his angelic one. All of the Fallen had recreated themselves and most minions followed suit-a new name for a new life. “Odd place to hunt for a rough ride.”
Her lush mouth curved on one side. “You’re not rough.”
His brows lifted in silent challenge.
“You’re not,” she insisted with a smile. “You’re fierce and in a dark mood, but not rough. And I wasn’t trolling for any kind of ride. I came in here for a drink with friends and had every intention of leaving here all by myself.”
She pointed across the room to where three of the small tables had been shoved together to make a grouping for a party of a half-dozen people. The men offered toasts to Raze, lifting their beers high. The women giggled and bent their heads together, speaking intimately. Their good-humored nervous response to him almost made him smile.
“Am I a bet, then?” he asked. “What do you win for having the courage to hit on me?”
“Hopefully, a night with you.” Kim took another drink, taking the time to absorb the taste of the wine before swallowing. No liquid courage for her. “I was sitting over there, minding my own business, having a reasonably good time. Then I felt a tingle on the back of my neck. I turned around and there you were. I was just going to admire you from afar, but then I saw you were trolling and figured why not me? Plus, I really needed to admire you up close.”
“You’re out of my league.” But he was beginning to think that wouldn’t be enough to stop him.
She grinned, which belied her hands-off appearance and made her sweetly approachable. “So earn me. I won’t mind the effort, I assure you.”
“The effort I expend will likely leave you hobbled in the morning,” he said harshly. “You have no idea what I need to get through tonight.”
Kim studied him for a long moment, taking a deep breath and then another. Something swept over her delicately beautiful features, something warm that briefly touched the chill in his gut. “I’m not into pain. If that’s what you need, then you’re right, I’m not your girl. But I don’t think that’s what you’re warning me about. You don’t want to hurt me; you just don’t want to hold back. And that’s what I need, Raze-a man who doesn’t hold back. That’s what kind of mood
Now it was his turn to study her. “Why?”
“Does it matter?”
“No.” Raze dug in his back pocket for his wallet and laid out a hundred dollar bill for Sam. “Let’s go.”
“I have to say goodbye to the team. Got a preference for a hotel? I’ll meet you there.”
Smart girl, he thought. He wrote his room number on a napkin and slid it over to her. “The Drake.”
“You already had a room? I admire your optimism.”
“I’m just passing through.”
Laughing, she bumped shoulders with him. “I’m just playing with you, rough guy. Besides, twenty minutes in the bar and you’ve already got two women willing to go to bed with you, I’d say a little optimism is justified.”
Christ. He wanted her. His blood was thrumming through his veins, burning with an excitement he hadn’t felt in… well, a long-assed time. Impatient expectation wasn’t in his nature. Or so he’d thought.
“Should I bring anything?” she asked, meeting his gaze.
“An overnight bag.”
She slid off the barstool and grabbed his wine to take it back to her table. “See you in an hour, Raze.”
He grabbed her elbow, squeezed gently. “Make it thirty minutes.”
Again, she searched his face. Again, she saw something that settled her. “Forty-five. I’ll hurry.”
“Hurry faster.”
“Are you
Kim looked at her best friend and shrugged. “Maybe a little.”
“Your dad is a cop,” Delia reminded, twisting her martini glass back and forth. “Your brother is a cop. You know better than to go home with strange men you pick up in a bar. He could be a serial killer or a sexual sadist or… anything!”
“It’s because I’ve grown up with cops that I know what I’m doing with him.” She’d watched the way he walked into the bar. The confident stride, the coolly observant eyes that took in everything, the way he carried his powerful body with limber agility. A hunter. She’d bet money he was undercover vice. Just as she’d bet money that something about his job was eating at him now and he wanted to put it away for a night, take some solace from someone who wouldn’t be around long enough to remind him he’d lost his edge for a few brief hours.
Looking back over her shoulder, she remembered watching Raze take a seat at the bar, remembered the way he’d looked into his glass as if the answer he was looking for could be found in it. Wasn’t she here for the same reason? To seek oblivion in the company of others. So they’d narrow it down to the two of them, and toss in orgasms and physical exhaustion. There were worse ways to spend the night. Like lying in bed alone, drenched in clammy sweat and shaking with fear.
Delia frowned, her dark eyes filled with worry behind her chic electric blue eyeglass frames. “This sort of reckless behavior isn’t like you. You don’t want to admit it, but you’re still reeling from what happened to Janelle. You’re not in the right frame of mind.”
Janelle. God. Kim polished off the last of the shiraz. Even though she’d moved into a different apartment in a different building in a different part of town, she couldn’t get the memory of coming home to her roommate’s murder out of her head. The crazy ex Janelle had been running from for years had finally tracked her down and taken her life, then turned the gun on himself. Kim couldn’t close her eyes without seeing it all over again-blood everywhere, splattered over everything, pooling on the floor in a viscous crimson lake. The sharp metallic smell of fresh death had seared her nostrils, indelibly etching a nightmare on her mind.
“I have to go.” She dug her business card out of her purse and wrote Raze’s name and room number on the
