His hands slid underneath her tank top. Abruptly, he shifted her onto her rump and whisked the top over her head. She gasped, but before she could react, he'd pushed her onto her back.
"Robby." She struggled to catch her breath, painfully aware that each breath caused her bare br**sts to heave. And he was watching, his eyes downcast.
"Ye're so beautiful." He rested a hand on her rib cage, then slowly moved it up to cup the underside of a breast.
Her ni**les pebbled, and she closed her eyes, feeling suddenly shy and embarrassed. She shivered when Robby nuzzled her neck and nibbled on her ear.
"Yer ni**les are growing darker," he whispered. "They were a lovely shade of pink, but now they're turning red. Do ye think they're more sensitive now?"
She jolted, her eyes flying open, when he tweaked a hardened tip.
"Och, I was right."
She watched as he lowered his head and circled his tongue around her nipple. With his free hand, he cupped her other breast and teased the nipple with his thumb. She moaned. She'd never felt anything this good before.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She jerked in response. Oh, now this was even better. She'd never felt anything this wonderful. Her fingers dug into his back. Her toes curled.
He was doing something incredible with his tongue. And it was making her squirm. Making her feel wet.
He released her nipple and she stared at it, shocked that it could be so red and distended. He moved to her other breast and clamped down on the nipple. All the itchy, wiggly sensations started again. They prickled her skin and sent waves of heat straight to her vagina.
With a moan, she squirmed and pressed her thighs together.
His hand skimmed over her pajama shorts. Her heart lurched. Yes. She lifted her hips just as his hand cupped her.
She gasped. She lowered her hips to the floor and held her breath. She'd never gone this far before. The one time she'd come close, she'd caught the guy lying and she'd stopped him.
But now all she could feel were her own sensations, and Robby was making it so good. He suckled her breast gently and started pressing his hand against her core, massaging her in a circular motion. Her nervousness melted away and she was able to breathe. Her breaths matched the movement of his hand. It felt like her whole body was in sync with his hand.
She moaned and rocked her hips in rhythm with his hand. This was definitely the most incredible thing she'd ever felt. Her whole body was tingling and tensing.
He released her breast and blew on it. She shuddered. Then suddenly, the slow, languid circles weren't enough. Her fingers dug into his back. "Robby."
"Yes, love." He slipped his fingers inside the baggy hem of the pajama shorts and stroked the damp hair.
She whimpered. Something intense and amazing was building inside her.
He hooked his fingers around the crotch of her pajama shorts and pulled them down her legs.
She'd never been completely naked with a man before, but instead of feeling awkward, she was desperate. "Robby, please."
He seemed to understand she was past the point of gentle coaxing. He slid a finger inside her wet passage, then pressed his thumb against her clitoris.
She cried out as her orgasm shot through her. She pressed her legs together as her spasms squeezed his finger.
She pressed a hand against her chest as her breathing slowly returned to normal. She noted his eyes looked red again. Strange, but maybe it was just a reflection from the fire. His smile was decidedly smug.
She grinned. He had good reason to be proud. "You were incredible. I've never felt anything so wonderful before."
His mouth twitched. "Are ye sure?"
"Yes."
He moved between her legs and pressed a kiss into her belly. "Are ye really sure?"
Her mouth fell open as he trailed kisses down her belly, into her pubic hair, and then between her legs. She jolted at the feel of his tongue teasing her clitoris. Good God, he was right. This was even more wonderful.
She let her legs fall open wide so he could lick and suckle all he wanted. She squirmed while the tension coiled within her. "Oh, Robby."
He inserted a finger inside her, waggling it while he flicked his tongue. A second orgasm crashed over her, and she clenched him between her thighs as she cried out.
"Oh my God, Robby." She struggled to catch her breath.
He loosened the drawstring around his waist. "Olivia, I'm dying to be inside you."
She swallowed hard. Should she tell him now about her virginity or let him discover it later?
"I want ye to know how serious I am about this. Once I've taken you, I willna want to lose you. Ever."
She sat up and touched his cheek. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't love you."
"Och, Olivia." He cradled her face in his hands. "I've waited so long for you."
A loud knock sounded on the front door.
CHAPTER 9
Robby groaned. Bloody hell, not now. "Just ignore it."
Olivia glanced toward the foyer. "Could it be the other guy who lives here?" she whispered. "Carlos?"
"Nay. He wouldna be knocking."
"Oh, right. He probably has a key." She fumbled through the pillows and located her pajamas.
"Sweetheart, we're no' finished." They'd better not be finished. His erection had reached painful proportions.
A banging noise echoed through the house as the unknown visitor pounded on the door.
Olivia jerked the pajama shorts up to her waist. "Who could it - "
"Police!"
She gasped. "Oh no!" She pulled on the tank top.
"Bugger," Robby muttered.
"What are they doing here?" she whispered.
"It must be about the jaguar."
"I thought they didn't believe you."
Robby stood and winced at the bulge in his pants. What a way to greet the local police. "I'll take care of it. Wait here." He headed across the room.
"They might want to check the grounds. And if they look through the windows...this could be bad."
He turned and saw her tossing the pillows back onto the couch. A twinge pricked at his gut. "Ye shouldna be embarrassed." Or ashamed. He couldn't bear to go through that again.
"I need to get dressed." She dashed toward the kitchen. "If they see me like this, the whole island will hear about it, and my grandmother will be mortified."
Would you be mortified? He wanted to ask, but she'd already run into the kitchen. He heard the door to the utility room shut, then more banging on the front door.
"Bugger." He trudged into the foyer, then cracked open the front door and peered out, making sure his swollen groin was hidden behind the door frame.
"Police," a portly, middle-aged man said with a thick accent and the hoarse voice of a habitual smoker. There was a badge pinned to his khaki uniform. "You telephoned about the panther?"
"Yes. Did ye find it?" He hoped Carlos was all right.
"We thought you were drunk, so we did not look for it. Then we get a call from Spiro. His goats were very loud, so he goes outside. The big cat is there, scaring the goats. He tries to shoot the panther, but it runs away."
So Carlos had wanted goat for dinner. Robby aimed a surge of psychic vampire control at the police officer. There is no panther. Spiro was mistaken. So was I. We had too much to drink. If ye see anything that looks like a panther, ye willna shoot at it. Ye willna try to harm it. Do ye understand?
The police officer nodded with a blank, glassy stare. "I understand."
Ye will leave and no' return here. "Thank you for stopping by," Robby added out loud.
The officer looked confused as the mind control faded away. "Oh. Okay." He stepped back. "I will go, then."
"Good night, officer." Robby shut the door. The policeman would subconsciously follow his orders, so hopefully, Carlos would be safe.
Robby wandered back into the family room and glanced at the rug where just moments ago he'd brought Olivia to climax. Twice. She'd been so passionate and responsive, so sweet and loving. Tonight should have confirmed their future together, but a small doubt had weaseled into his heart. What if she couldn't handle the truth about him being a vampire? What if she found it ugly or shameful?
No, he rejected that thought. Olivia was not like his wife. She would never betray him. His wife had put her own interests first, but Olivia was different. She'd wanted to face the panther alone rather than put him in danger.