Fuck it. I’m tired of playing around.
I clasped his neck, pulling him back down to me. This time I was the aggressor, my tongue tangling with his as the kiss went on forever. I heard Forge’s laughter in my head, and his other hand wrapped around my nape as he bent me backward.
I’ve been waiting for weeks for you to say those words.
I might have argued, but I couldn’t focus on anything right now except Forge’s tongue in my mouth, the feel of his corded, sweaty body pressed against me, the strength of his hands steadying me, and the fact that he’d just helped me rake barley.
It was stupid, but after working beside him tonight, Bastian Forge had changed in my eyes. No longer the legendary vampire, no longer a myth, but someone who enjoyed—and valued—the same things as I did.
Something between us solidified, something more than even this kiss, which was so delicious that I never wanted it to end.
25
We fell into the Range Rover, still dust-covered and sweaty, our hands going everywhere at once. After a couple of tries, I managed to start the vehicle, while Forge slid a hand under my coveralls and found my breast. I yanked him to my mouth, not caring about security cameras. Or anything else, for that matter.
For the first time in my life, I felt wanton, sexy…desired.
“We’ll never get home if you keep that up,” I said, pushing him away with a sigh. “You navigate and I’ll drive.”
Easier said than done. Forge didn’t stop touching me until we finally arrived back at home and I threw the vehicle into park. “Home,” I said, then our mouths crashed together once more. Something about kissing Forge had my thoughts all tangled up, and it was several more minutes before we stumbled from the car hand in hand and giggling.
I’m not giggling.
You are so. Like a little girl.
I dropped his hand and raced up the steps, only to have him intercept me before I reached the door, folding his arms around me.
How did you do that?
I moved from one place to another. Instantaneously.
He grinned, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. I was about to call him a show-off, but asked instead, “If you can dematerialize, then why am I driving you everywhere?”
“Because I find it more enjoyable to drive into work with you. It gives us more time together.”
If Selena only knew what she looked like right now…
She’d forgotten to mask her emotions, and I watched them play across her face. Desire. Wonder. Delight, as my words registered with her. They were true. I’d driven into work with her because she was more talkative when she was driving. She told me things she wouldn’t have otherwise, and I did the same. In fact, the drives were something I looked forward to, even though I could have been at the distillery in mere seconds.
I slid my fingers across her face, pushing a curl behind her ear.
Shower?
Hmm. We are very, very dirty.
My cock was hard already, but with her words, it pressed against the zipper almost painfully. I took the opportunity to tip her head back and take her mouth again, her lips opening wide to allow my tongue entrance. She tasted like honeyed peaches, and the more I tasted, the more I wanted. With effort, I broke away from her mouth, running my thumb over her lips.
“Selena, we can slow this down…” She stopped me by slapping her hand to my chest, where a cloud of white dust issued. “Or…we can continue on.” I smiled down at her, taking in her lust-clouded eyes, pink cheeks, her puffy lips slightly apart. “I believe we were talking about getting cleaned up.”
I ran my fingertips down her throat to the top of the ugly coveralls she was wearing, the shapeless gear completely obscuring her curves.
“But first, we really should get you undressed.”
We left a trail of discarded clothes up the staircase, down the hallway to my room and into the bath. I had on my trousers and nothing else, and she was outfitted in a pair of panties and a thin bra. My hands roamed over her while hers explored my body, every featherlight touch making my cock jump. Fused to her lips, I turned on the water, hearing the pipes rattle slightly as the water made its way upstairs.
As the steam rose around us, I lifted Selena up and set her on top of me, then stripped off her bra. I lathered up my hands and scrubbed them up and down her back, the slippery friction raising goosebumps, her arms around my neck as she slowly explored my mouth, before pausing when she reached my fangs. I opened wider as she tentatively touched the tip of one with her tongue, then pushed against it, flooding my mouth with her blood.
I sucked her tongue into my mouth, drawing out her sweetness. I couldn’t get enough. Even though I’d recently fed, I was ravenous for her, my synapses going wild as the taste of her hit my gut. She moaned and slid down into my lap, straddling my hips, and when her core settled onto my cock, she slid along the length of it, her eyes closed, head thrown back and shallow breaths coming fast.
I was sitting in Forge’s lap, surrounded by steam, our bodies sliding against each other as we vied for a good position. He was kissing me as if he were a dying man and I was water, and I was rubbing against his cock, trying to generate enough friction to get myself off. Normally, I’d be appalled at my actions, my total lack of control.
Sex had never felt like this—not this heady, reckless, wild feeling that made me want more and more until I was limp and satisfied. Apparently, Forge was a drug
