Sex and the Single Vampire

me with his mind, his body solid and warm, but undemanding against me. He was letting me make the choice unswayed by lust and desire and all of the other erotic emotions I knew he could rouse with just the merest touch of his lips.

Could I trust him? I'd never trusted another man. Was he so different that I could trust him?

I took a deep, admittedly shaky breath, ignoring the delightful sensation of my breasts pressed up against his chest. 'If you can promise me you won't try to control me, then yes, I would like to see just how comfortable your bed is.'

Jem, watching us with a sneer universal to teenagers throughout the ages, snorted and wiped his nose on his sleeve. Alis flung herself into the middle of the vase and jumped up and down.

We ignored them both.

A slow, seductive smile curled Christian's lips. I will never ask you to do anything against your desire. If you are uncomfortable with anything we do, you simply need ask me to stop and I will. That I promise you.

My body sent up a silent cheer of victory as I slipped out of Christian's embrace and gathered up the two keepers. 'Jem, Alis, time to go nighty-night. I'm going to be…' I glanced over my shoulder at Christian. The look in his eyes made my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth. 'Busy for a bit,' I croaked.

Christian smiled as the ghosts shimmered, then disappeared, his smile turning positively wicked as he stalked toward me.

You, my sweet, passionate innocent, are going to be busy for a very… long… time.

'Gark,' I said, and meant it.

Chapter Nine

'And so we commence,' Christian said, his voice rich with satisfaction, desire, and just a hint of very flattering longing.

Now that I had committed myself to this, now that I had agreed to do everything my body ached to do, I felt uncomfortable, awkward, gauche. I didn't know what to do. Should I be the one to start things rolling, since I had made such a big deal about being in control? Or should I wait until Christian made the first move? The problem was, none of my past experience could be called on for help. All of the other men I'd been with—

'You will forget them,' Christian said as his fingertips brushed my jaw. 'There is you, and there is me, and there is no one else.'

I started hyperventilating. What a stupid time for a panic attack!

'I'm sorry, Christian.' I gasped, wrapping my arms around myself. 'I'm very sorry, but I don't think I can do this.'

'My brave one, my goddess,' he murmured, gently enveloping me in his arms. His hands stroked my back as he nuzzled my hair. 'You are distressing yourself to no purpose. If you are not ready for this, we shall simply wait until tomorrow night. If you are not ready then, we will wait for the following night, and so on until you feel the time is right.'

'I'm only here for a little more than two weeks.' I wheezed into his collarbone, the shaking within me slowly abating at the gentle strokes of his hand on my back. I pressed a little closer to him, wanting to breathe in his wonderful masculine scent.

'Do not worry about the future when the present holds such promise.'

I shivered with the feeling of his soft breath in my ear, finally pulling a little bit away and looking at a spot just to the side of his face. 'Thank you for understanding. I think I'd like to… er… give it a try. The only thing is'—I swallowed back a lump approximately the size of Rhode Island—'I'm not quite sure what to do next. Should I… um…' I looked at the bed.

He smiled and pulled me toward the armchair, tugging me down onto his lap. 'Why don't we try this first? It was enjoyable at the restaurant; it should be so here, too, yes?'

I gave him a watery smile, relaxing against him. He was giving me a choice, and had said he would stop at any time. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Your faith in my ability to stir your passion humbles me, he murmured in my mind, pulling me forward and kissing my lips until they parted for him.

The day you're humble is the day hell will freeze over, I answered, kissing him back.

I have been to hell, his mind whispered into mine. His tongue teased my lips until I had to send my own out to tell his to stop fooling around and get down to proper tongue work. It is not a very likely place to freeze.

No comment. I giggled.

He kissed me thoroughly, let me kiss him just as thoroughly, and then engaged in a bit of a tongue tussle as we tried to outdo each other and push the fire burning between us to new heights.

By the time we finished I was squirming against him, my fingers tangled in his hair, tugging on it in silent demand that he take care of the ache that he had started.

'What do you want, my demanding one?' he asked, his lips nuzzling and nipping at an hitherto unknown sensitive spot on my collarbone.

I released the earlobe I was gnawing on and looked down into his ebony eyes. 'I want to touch you. And I want you to touch me.'

His tongue painted a line across my collarbone. 'It shall be as you order.'

He stood up with me in his arms, letting me slide down his body until I was once again on my feet. I took a quick moment to assess my feelings, and decided I was in no danger, not threatened or feeling stifled as I had with other men. Christian had done everything he promised, holding back his own natural tendency to be the one in charge to allow me the time to proceed in a manner and a pace that left me burning with desire and wanting.

'You're a very clever man.' I smiled against his lips.

One glossy eyebrow rose. 'And you have only just discovered this?'

His head dipped to take possession of my mouth once again, and I sagged against him, welcoming the solid strength of his arms, since my legs had apparently gone boneless and turned to jelly when I wasn't looking.

'Do you wish for me to undress for you, or would it please you to undress me?'

I rubbed up against him, feeling wanton and wicked and extremely like a temptress who was no better than she should be. 'Which would drive you wild with excitement?'

His hands spread out to cup my breasts. 'Definitely the latter.'

I leaned into his hands for a moment, astounded that breasts could feel so good in a man's hands, then pulled back and gave Christian a wicked smile. 'Then that is what we will do. Let's see… where shall I start… tie.'

'An excellent choice,' Christian said as I kissed his neck, his hands sliding up around my hips. I stepped back.

'No.'

Both eyebrows went up at that. 'No?'

'No. No hands. I get to undress you without you touching me.'

One side of his mouth quirked up in question.

'If you start touching me again, I won't be able to concentrate on driving you wild, and I very much want to do that. So no hands.'

He dropped his hands, his eyes turning the heat up a notch. I fanned myself. 'It's getting a bit hot in here, isn't it? Okay, so I was at your tie. Um… right, one tie, blue.' I set the tie on the chair, then stepped back to consider him, ignoring the obvious bulge in his pants where men are wont to get a bit bulgy. 'That's a very handsome jacket, but I think it'll have to go as well.'

'I am perfectly agreeable with your decision.'

I slipped his jacket off, tugging it down over his arms and laying it carefully across the back of the chair. I