“Let’s go downstairs to my bedroom,” I said.
He glanced around the room before looking back at me. “This isn’t your bedroom?”
I walked to the bookcase and unlocked the secret door, revealing my elevator before looking back to him. “I sleep downstairs where there’s no sunlight. I hope that’s okay?”
He nodded, frowning slightly in confusion but followed me into the elevator where I pushed a button and then turned to him, sliding my hands over his shoulders. Our kiss was hot and by the time the elevator doors swished open and we stepped out into my opulent space, I was thoroughly turned on.
“This is my bedroom and that’s my bathroom if you want to clean off before bed.”
Romeo smiled at me. “A shower sounds great. Join me, Vincent?”
I loved hearing my name on his lips. “Yes, Romeo.”
He took my hand and pulled me into the bathroom, shutting the door and turning to me to strip off my clothes. I stared into his dark brown eyes. They were beautiful and I was quite sure I could see the magic swirling in them. We made quick work of our clothes and then got into the steam shower together, stepping under the waterfall showerhead Lydia had installed for me. At the time I’d sent her specifications on the house remodel, I hadn’t expected to be entertaining lovers, but I was never so happy to have given her dimensions large enough for both of us; the shower had lots of room to spare. If things went the way I hoped, we’d be spending lots of time under my indoor waterfall together.
I grabbed the citrus shower gel I liked and squeezed some into my hand, rubbing it with the other before stepping close to Romeo and placing both soapy palms on his hairy chest. He was covered from head to toe with dark hair and I adored it. Running my fingers over the masculine cut of his muscled chest was a turn-on especially as he stared deeply into my eyes. Not for the first time, I noticed how long his eyelashes were.
Again, I was left wondering what he was. His large eyes were so dark it felt like I could fall into them. There wasn’t a place on the sheriff’s beautiful body that wasn’t firm and hard. Even his belly. He had to be at least thirty human years, at the height of his sexuality. I somehow knew that he would live a very long life. If he was a supernatural being as I suspected, he might be immortal. I smiled at the very thought of it.
“Your eyes are the color of topaz,” Romeo said, staring at me as my hands moved over his chest, tweaking his nipples and making him catch his breath. I felt my gums tingling as my fangs threatened to descend. He always had that effect on me. “They’re really quite something.”
I shook myself, trying to remember what the hell he was talking about, so focused on not dropping my fangs. “What are?”
Romeo chuckled. “Your eyes. They’re like golden jewels. I didn’t know eyes could be that color.” He slipped his hands into my shoulder-length hair, massaging the back of my skull as he looked at my forehead. “I didn’t think any man could have hair as beautiful as a woman but here you are, right in front of me.” His gaze met mine again.
“When vampires are turned, we retain the features we were born with and of course the scars we had as a human. Longer hair was common in my day.”
Romeo tugged on the strands at my shoulder as he stared into my eyes. “What year were you born?”
“1276,” I replied.
He shook his head, dropping his hands to the small of my back, and pulling me forward until our semierect cocks pressed together. “It’s almost impossible to believe.”
“Impossible but all true,” I replied with a smile. When he said nothing more, I broke his hold and squeezed more body wash into my hands as well as his. We were silent as we ran soapy hands over each other’s bodies. It felt so good to trace his hard muscles but after a few minutes, it was becoming difficult to keep my fangs from making an appearance.
He leaned close as he massaged my ass. “I want you, Vincent,” he whispered into my ear.
I hissed and felt my fangs descend. I could no longer keep them at bay. When I leaned back, his gaze dropped to my mouth and I saw his eyes widen as his entire body stiffened. I reached up and covered my long fangs, turning away in shame as his heart began pounding inside his broad chest.
“I’m sorry,” I said through a mouth full of teeth.
“Don’t ever be sorry,” he scolded, turning me to face him. I met his stern gaze. “Don’t ever shy away from me, Vincent. I need to see all of you.”
I dropped my hand and he lowered his gaze to watch me speak. “Come to bed then,” I said. “I don’t want to hurt you but if I stay this near you for one more second, I swear… I’ll…”
“Come on then. Make love to me, my vampire. I’ve been thinking about you all day.” To my utter surprise, he took my hand and pulled me out of the shower and dried me off. A few moments later, we were in my bedroom right where I needed us to be.
Chapter Eight
Prosper Woods Chronicle. Letters to the editor:
“While walking down main street this morning, I noticed a couple of guys trying to rescue a cat who was stuck up a tree. They were having a hard time. Next time, maybe the mayor should call in a couple of Navy
