“I know I’m probably going to regret this.”
Seconds later, Romeo gathered me into his arms and lowered his face to mine for the first time.
“Kiss me, Romeo,” I whispered close to his lips. “Make me yours.”
“You have no idea what you’re asking for, Vincent.” The sheriff let out an almost animal groan as he slammed his mouth down on mine. Almost instantly, my arms slid around him and I pressed against his muscled frame. He ate at my lips, kissing me most ardently as he tangled his tongue with my own. My fangs tingled like crazy but I returned the kiss, refusing the instinct to let them drop. It wasn’t as easy as it should have been when the urge to bite was almost overwhelming. I hadn’t eaten and I’d completely forgotten about the trip I’d intended to take into the city the moment I’d spotted him on the sidewalk.
Fuck.
The sheriff’s kiss swept me away, making me dizzy if that was even possible for a man who was over seven hundred years old. I wasn’t a small man, having retained the same twenty-eight-year-old physique I’d had when Sir Robert had ended my human life. When I was still alive, men had complimented me on my cut muscles and my rugged strength. The many scars I’d won in battle prior to my change had remained on my body, even though new injuries healed almost instantaneously. Most men found the scars sexy for some reason and I’d explained them away as scars I’d received on the battlefield. Most men accepted this without question. Just because they’d been battles fought in the Holy Land, didn’t mean my words had been lies.
Romeo’s kiss was nothing less than a claiming of me, a taking of what he wanted from me at that moment. There was no mistaking what the man intended. It was everything I had hoped for and more. There was no languid brushing of tongues, no seduction in his kiss. The sheriff was all man, ravaging my mouth, sweeping his tongue inside, sucking mine hard. His arms slid up my back, tracing my heavily muscled frame as he worked his way up. When he slid both hands into my hair and tugged, the slight sting sent tremors of need and sparks of lust flooding through my body. I pressed closer to him, rocking my erection into his, churning my hips against his groin until he moaned out his need and broke the kiss. With his hands still in my hair, he tilted my head back and looked deeply into my eyes.
“God, I need to fuck you,” he gasped.
“I need that more than you know, Romeo,” I said. The growl in my words couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than what it was.
I gasped as he suddenly spun us around, slamming my back up against the cab of his truck, rattling the frame as he once again attacked my mouth. His kisses were bruising, stealing my breath, and all I could do was to hang on to his broad shoulders. I’d never met a man such as him. I couldn’t compare him to others I’d had over my very long life because the aggression in the living breathing creature in my arms stole my senses. My fangs tingled and it took all the power and strength I possessed not to let them drop through my gums and tear into him. When he finally broke the kiss, we were both panting. He stared at me with heaving breaths.
“I’m sorry I slammed you against the truck,” Romeo panted. “I hope…”
“It’s fine,” I gasped. “Come inside and fuck me.”
He took a step back, releasing me and letting me pass by him to the front of the house. I fumbled with my keys and opened the door then turned on a Tiffany lamp. He followed me inside and shut the door, twisting the deadbolt so that we were alone and sealed off from the rest of the world. He turned and caught my eye, crossing the room in several quick strides, reaching for me again. I went willingly, sliding my arms around his waist and accepting his mouth once again.
Romeo’s kiss was slower and more sensual, seeking—I was sure—to caress my lips as his slid over mine. His tongue was that of a lover, dancing slowly, drawing out moans from me. Before I knew what was happening, he had both hands on my shirt and was unbuttoning it, separating the sides to expose my chest and drawing it down and off my arms. He dropped it on the floor of my dimly-lit living room. I gasped as he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the tip. My hands slid into his soft black hair and held him to my chest as his fingers splayed on my lower back. As he slowly sank to his knees on my living room rug, reaching for my belt, I watched, riveted on his broad shoulders. He was about to do to me what I’d offered to do to him. I curled my fingers in his hair and tugged until he looked up at me.
“Come to the bedroom and take off your clothes,” I said, grinding out the words as though they were made of sandpaper. Apparently, his words and actions had removed the power of my speech.
He looked up from where he knelt still holding my belt and smiled at me. His face practically glowed. “You want me inside you, right?”
“That and so much more.” I reached for him as he straightened and then took his hand, leading him down the dark hallway to the master bedroom I never used. Turning on a light for his
