Even when he was a kid, he'd never played in the rain, but he found himself laughing as he jumped in and out of the puddles with her. This woman beside him was such a joy; she made him see the world in an entirely different way and made him long to experience things he had never tried before.
Emma couldn't stop laughing as she spun in front of him and danced a few feet further away. He ran at her, but she turned and raced up the hill toward her house. She knew he could catch her, but he didn't until she was at the door. His arms encircled her waist; his warm breath blew against her neck as he bent his head and kissed her. A shiver worked its way through her body; her laughter faded away as her skin caught fire from his touch.
Slow things down, she told herself, but even as she thought it she could feel a wetness between her legs, and her breasts ached. Almost as if he was reading her thoughts, his hand slid around to the front of her dress and cupped her breast. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as her nipple hardened beneath his gentle ministrations. Emma forgot all about the keys she had pulled out of her purse as her hands flattened on the door and her head tilted back.
His lips moved over her neck before pressing against her ear. A low moan escaped her; her entire body became engulfed in heat, a heat that would only be extinguished by having him inside her. The rigid length of his erection pressed against her buttocks as his free hand slid down to wrap into the skirt of her dress. She could feel the hemline of it edging upward, but she knew this time she wouldn't stop him. She needed him too badly to have this end now.
So lost in him, she didn't realize the hand pulling her dress up had moved away until it covered her hand holding the keys. She relinquished the keys to him; he held her against him while he unlocked the door. The harshness of his breathing sounded in her ears as he opened the door and carried her inside.
Ethan wanted her with an intensity bordering on obsession. He should leave here; in the state he was in he could be a threat to her, but the thought of leaving made him feel even more unstable. He wouldn't hurt her, he didn't know where the certainty accompanying the thought came from, but he knew it was true. He would cut off his hands, tear out his fangs, and kill himself before he ever harmed her.
The dim illumination from the light left on in the kitchen spilled over her face and wet hair. She'd never looked more desirable, he realized as he stepped closer to her. Seeming to sense something within him, she hesitated for a second before sliding her arms around his shoulders. She stood on tiptoe to press a kiss against his lips. His cock jumped in his jeans at the feel of her breasts pressing against his soaked shirt. He forgot all about the water dripping from them as he lifted her off the floor.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, a small breath escaped her as he settled her onto the undeniable evidence of his arousal. They should go to her room, but he couldn't bring himself to take one step away from her to walk down the hall. Desire clamored through his veins; it took everything he had not to rip the dress from her body and leave it shredded on the floor. He would scare her if he did. She was a human; he kept reminding himself as he braced her against the wall. A human with blood he would give anything to have in his mouth, a human who was driving him nearly mad with desire.
And he had never been with a human before. Easy, he counseled himself, just take it slow.
His last relationship was based on nothing but violence, sexual gratification, and pain. He would never allow Emma to know such depravity, and he didn't want that kind of a relationship with her. She would never know that kind of brutality; she would only know the immense pleasure he planned to give them both.
His hands ran over her smooth thighs as he pushed the dripping dress higher up her waist. Excitement pulsed through his veins as his fingers brushed against the edge of her underwear. He waited for her to pull back, to tell him no again, but she only pressed closer to him. A low groan escaped him as his fingers stroked her clit through her panties. Even through the material, he could feel her heat and a wetness he knew had nothing to do with the rain.
The blood clamoring in his ears made it nearly impossible to think as a muffled cry escaped her, and her fingers curled into his shoulders. He tore his mouth away from hers to leave a trail of kisses across her cheek before taking her earlobe in his mouth and lightly sucking on it.
Emma almost screamed; she was possessed with the wild urge to tear her nails across his flesh as her body begged to be filled by him. She'd never experienced anything like this overwhelming need before as his hands and mouth teased her to even higher levels. A part of her wanted to beg him to end her torment, but the other part hoped it never ended.
Pushing aside the edge of her panties, his fingers brushed against the trimmed hair of her bikini line before finding her moist center and slipping inside of her. Emma jerked as he finally filled her in some way, and his fingers began to stroke the blaze within her toward a raging inferno.
A groan of satisfaction escaped him as Emma's cry sounded in his ear. She was so hot and wet just
