What? “I kissed you?”
“Yes. You were grateful that I saved you. You were drugged by the vampire’s bite, so your inhibitions were lowered and . . . you kissed me.” His eyes began to glow again.
Why did that make her heart pound? “Please tell me it wasn’t a sloppy, drunken kiss.”
“It was not a sloppy, drunken kiss. It was sweet and erotic all at once and I was captivated. I couldn’t stop thinking about you afterward. Days went by. Then weeks. I watched over you. Watched you come and go. Listened to you chat with your colleagues. And, when I couldn’t keep my distance any longer, I gave in to temptation and . . .”
“Asked me where to find the Krazy Glue?”
“Yes.”
“Your eyes are glowing again.”
“I can’t help it. Even with my ears filled with cotton and a sledgehammer assaulting my head, I want you.”
And she wanted him. Despite everything. Or because of everything. She would decide which later.
Richart watched Jenna, waiting for condemnation, acceptance, a Can we talk about this later? I need time to think. Anything that would give him a clue to her thoughts.
She rose onto her knees and scooted closer. Slinging a leg across his own, she straddled his lap.
Lust slammed through him as she settled upon the erection barely concealed by his boxers. Clarity came with it, finally erasing the fuzz the drug had induced.
Clamping his hands on her tempting ass, deliciously clad in tight yoga pants, he leaned forward and ravaged her lips with his own. She responded with all of the heat and urgency that seized him, parting her lips and inviting him within. Richart thrust his tongue forward, teasing and tasting hers as his heart slammed against his ribs.
“I hated keeping secrets from you,” he whispered.
“I understand why you did.”
He grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt and drew it over her head.
Her hair crackled with static electricity and clung to him as he wrapped his arms around her mostly bare form. So soft and warm and his.
He reached behind her and unfastened her bra. “Have I mentioned I haven’t done this in a while?”
“Me either. It’s been years for me.”
“For me it’s been decades.”
Her eyebrows flew up. “Decades? But . . . you’re so gorgeous.”
He laughed. “As are you.” Drawing the lacy material down, he revealed pale br**sts with hard pink tips. “Human males are idiots.”
Her laugh turned into a gasp as he leaned forward and drew a taut bud into his mouth, sucking, nipping, and stroking it with his tongue.
Jenna tunneled her fingers through his hair as fire invaded her. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” she forced herself to ask between gasps. The man had almost died, after all.
“I think you can feel that I am.”
She certainly could and rocked against him, thigh muscles bunching as pleasure darted through her. “I meant . . .” She moaned as he slid one hand up to cup her other breast and knead it before his fingers went to work on the sensitive tip. “I meant . . . your head . . .”
“My head aches,” he muttered, “but I couldn’t care less. I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks.”
He abandoned her breast and reclaimed her lips. Falling backward on the bed, he rolled her beneath him. Jenna gasped as he inserted a knee between her legs and began to apply rhythmic pressure.
She loved the feel of him above her, his weight pressing down on her, his heat surrounding her. She loved him.
He trailed kisses down her neck, her chest, stroking one breast, then the other as he rose onto his knees. His tongue found her belly button the same time his fingers clasped the elastic waistband of her pants. “I love yoga pants,” he murmured.
Jenna laughed and shifted her hips as he drew them down, taking her panties with them, and tossed them on the floor.
“Now you,” she insisted.
His boxers landed on the dresser.
He had the hottest body. All muscle and sinew. Strong and perfect.
She felt a moment of insecurity. While she had managed to keep her weight down over the years, having a baby, then lacking both the time and energy to exercise hadn’t exactly left her with the tightest, most fit physique.
“You’re so beautiful, Jenna,” he murmured, those large warm hands exploring every inch of her as he raised eyes that glowed with desire to meet hers.
“You’re beautiful,” she said.
Growling, he slid farther down the bed, slid his arms beneath her knees and lowered his head to take her with his mouth.
Jenna threw back her head and gripped the sheets as pleasure scalded her, heating her blood. Moaning, she reached down and clutched his hair with desperate hands. His mouth was so warm, his tongue doing things she didn’t even know a tongue could do until ecstasy exploded within her.
Crying out, she rode the wave as Richart continued to play, prolonging her orgasm, then sending her off into another.
Panting, she collapsed against the sheets.
Richart rose above her, his expression fierce and triumphant and full of longing.
Jenna planted a hand on his chest and gave him a little push. He fell back, watching her with those hypnotic amber eyes as she rose and straddled his knees.
“My turn,” she said, then grasped his heavy erection and engaged in a little play of her own, stroking, squeezing, reveling in every groan she elicited.
“Jenna.”
Smiling, she lowered her head and closed her mouth around the warm soft tip. He moaned and muttered something in French.
She hadn’t done this in a very long time, but any concern she felt that she might not be doing it well fled when he tunneled his fingers through her hair and urged her on.
“So good,” he murmured.
His pleasure sparked a return of hers. She loved the way he tasted, the way he reacted to every long draw, every stroke of her tongue. And she loved the ecstasy that swept his handsome features as he came hard, calling her name.
Easing up to lie beside him, she watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
He turned his head, met her gaze. “That was incredible.” Rolling onto his side, he smiled. “My headache is gone.”
Jenna laughed. “Good.”
He leaned in, brushed her lips with his. “Very good. Because I’m not finished with you.”
Her breath caught as he fondled her breast. “You aren’t?”
He shook his head, a mischievous gleam entering his glowing eyes as he slid his hand down her stomach to the heart of her and teased the sensitive nub hidden there.