She kissed him.
DRAKE GROANED, LOVING her sweet lips and the weight of her full, round breasts flattened against him.
Goddamn, she was the sexiest woman he could remember ever being with. Every single thing drove him mad. Her sky-blue eyes. Her sassy smile. Those amazing breasts that he wanted to kiss and suck some more. The taste of her—everywhere, which he also wanted some more of. Her ass, her legs, but most of all, her strength and determination.
Josie Lynn was no pampered woman like those he’d dallied with when he was human. Spoiled and coddled. Nor was she like the vindictive, cruel bitch who’d made him a vampire. Giselle’s strength had come from being a vampire and it had made her a bully. She was determined, but only to torture and torment others. And he’d been her focus for a long time. But that was decades ago. And now he was lying with a sweet, giving, voluptuous woman who he knew was strong and determined because she had to be. And he wanted to help her. To take away some of that need to be so strong. He got the feeling she could use someone else to shoulder a little of her burden.
As she continued to kiss him, her lips soft and teasing, her tongue hot and wet, his cock reacted, prodding at the juncture of her spread thighs.
She lifted her head, giving him a surprised smile. “Again? Already?”
He smiled back, too. “I could make love to you all night.”
She ground her hips against him, rubbing his erection against her damp, soft core.
“I can feel that.”
She stroked against him again.
He moaned and so did she.
“Cupcake, I can go all night, but what about you? Are you sore?”
She shook her head. “I’m Cajun, baby.”
He didn’t know what that meant, but it made him chuckle, and his chuckle turned to another long moan as she slid his full length deep inside her.
Then she started to ride him, her hands on his chest, her thigh squeezing his hips, her vagina massaging him like she’d been made only for him.
“Damn,” he muttered, amazed at how she felt.
She pivoted her hips up and down, stroking his length, her gorgeous breasts bobbing with each bounce. Holy shit.
Then she stopped.
“Do you hear that?”
He frowned, dazed and disappointed she’d stopped riding him. “Hear what?”
Then he heard it, the muffled, distant sound of someone singing. How had he not heard that while she had? He was a vampire, his hearing was, well, supernatural, yet he’d been so wrapped up in enjoying Josie Lynn that he hadn’t been aware of anything else. She was like his kryptonite.
“Do you hear it?” she asked again, her hand still braced on his chest, her head tilted as she listened.
Again, singing filtered in from the other room. But it was strange, almost mechanical sounding. But gradually he recognized the song.
“Is someone singing Barry White?” Josie Lynn asked, giving him a bemused look.
He nodded. “Can’t Get Enough of Your Love, Babe.”
“That’s what I thought. Is it coming from inside the apartment?”
It was, but he didn’t want to startle her. “I’m not sure.” Then he heard something else besides the weird, dissonant singing. He heard footsteps coming down the hallway even though they were nearly silent.
Someone was coming.
He quickly pulled Josie Lynn down against him and then snagged the edge of the comforter, tugging it over them just as the door opened. Josie Lynn made a startled noise, but kept her face buried against his neck.
“I knew it,” Cort said. “When the stupid parrot starts singing Barry White, I know exactly what it means.”
“Hey,” Drake said trying to sound casual. “What’s up?”
Cort gave him a pointed look. “The question is what’s up with you? And why are you up to it in my and Katie’s bed?
“Would you believe things just—sort of happened?” Drake asked.
“Absolutely,” Cort said.
“Whoa,” Wyatt said, popping his head in the doorway over Cort’s shoulder. “Looks like you’ve been busy. Clearly not finding Saxon, but busy.”
Josie Lynn made a small noise and buried her face deeper into the curve of his neck and shoulder.
“You know what guys, why don’t you give me a minute here,” Drake said, tightening his arms around Josie Lynn in a silent effort to comfort her. She pressed even tighter against him as if she wanted to just disappear into his body. Unfortunately, the more embarrassed she got, and the tighter she pressed against him and her muscles strained, the more turned-on he got. He was still buried deep inside her, and it was taking every inch of his willpower to hold his hips still. But damn, he wanted to be pumping in and out of her soft body.
“Oh right,” Cort said, turning to leave, shooing Wyatt as he went.
The door clicked shut, and Drake hugged Josie Lynn again. “It’s okay. They’re gone.”
She lifted her head out from under the blanket and groaned with embarrassment. “I can’t believe they walked in on us.”
“Well, we are in Cort and Katie’s room,” he pointed out. “Which technically isn’t our fault. We were sort of trapped here by the bird.”
She sat up more, bracing her hands on either side of his head, her beautiful breasts so close to his lips. “That was a bird? I thought you said it was a bat.”
“Well, apparently it was a bird. A real asshole of a parrot,” he explained almost absently, his attention on her nipples, which were so pink and deliciously puckered.
“Is the parrot Saxon’s too?”
He shook his head, then caught one of her nipples in his mouth, unable to stop himself.
Josie Lynn gasped and arched her back, pressing her nipple tighter to his lips.
“Sh—shouldn’t we stop? This isn’t your room.”
“We’re already here,” he said, tracing his tongue around her distended nipple. “And Cort already knows we’re here. So . . .”
He drew her nipple deeper into his mouth.
She made a whimpering noise and began to move her hips.
“You are so evil,” she breathed, bobbing up and down on him, taking him hard and deep.
He smiled, even as his own breathing came in short, pleased gasps. “Not evil at all. I just know what I want. And I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
Her motion slowed, and her blue eyes held his, and he could tell instantly even through his own ecstasy, she was trying to gauge if she could trust his words.
He curled a hand around the back of her head and drew her head down to his, kissing her deeply, passionately.
“Trust me,” he said against her lips, then kissed her again. “Please trust me.”
She rose up again, then nodded, just the slight movement of her head, but he knew she meant the tentative agreement, and his heart seemed to swell in his chest.
He caught her hips and increased their speed until both of them were crying out their climax. She fell limply onto him, her body so soft and warm and his.
Drake Hanover hadn’t felt this way about a woman in centuries, and he didn’t plan to let her go. She’d learn to trust him. She’d fall for him like he was already falling for her.
