Into the Spotlight (8 page)

He stood his ground and held out a hand, allowing her to come to him. Nervousness flickered across the smooth contours of her face. Nerves and a flutter of excitement. Her pulse leapt as her palm glided across his.

Lifting her hand to his lips, he brushed a kiss to the knuckles. The blood in his body raced towards his cock, and he swallowed back a growl of possession as he caught sight of the ever-silent Stan following in her wake. But one look into her green eyes and he dismissed the man.

“Shall we?” Pride for the calm reserve in his voice strengthened him. He could make it to the elevator, endure the ride and get her inside his suite. He could.

“Yes.” The agreement lilted beautifully from her sweet lips.

Steadier than seemed possible, he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and guided her out of the theatre. The walk across the lobby stretched out for an eternity. The elevator inched up the floors, releasing them only when his control threatened to collapse in tatters.

At the door to his apartments, Stan took up his post and Malcolm ushered Jeannie inside, shutting the rest of the world away from them. It was barely one in the morning.

They had all night.

“Malcolm?” Jeannie turned, looking up at him with luminous green eyes. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what, darling?” The endearment slipped out, but it sounded perfect. Not as perfect as she, but perfect enough.

Nimble fingers undid the buttons to his shirt, and the breath he was holding exploded out of him.

“Don’t stop.”

Galvanized, his hands explored her curves, shaping her breasts. His thumbs teased the hard points of her nipples. He cursed when she pushed his shirt wide, letting her go only long enough to rip it off and throw it away, before scooping her up and carrying her to the nearest sofa.

He captured her smooth lips and groaned as her clever tongue teased his. Eventually, he tore his mouth away and shifted, rolling onto the cool floor and pulling her down on top of him. She straddled his waist and he soaked up the view. Light haloed the pale sheet of her hair. His fingers skimmed up her waist, stroking the skin. It was Jeannie’s gaze that captured Malcolm, though. Dew-kissed grass under a drowsy sun stared down at him. The cupid’s bow of her mouth opened in wonder, and her chest rose and fell with swift, hard breaths.

Fierce longing surged through him. He wanted to mark her. Mark her as his. “Come here, Jeannie. Come to me.” Malcolm gave the power back to her. Handed it over. She could refuse. She could retreat. She could recant.

He would let her go. It would kill him. But he would let her go.

Jeannie leaned forward until their mouths met. The world snapped out of focus. Nothing else existed but the fever of life burning in his arms. Her fingers pulled loose his trousers and dipped below to cup the hard length of his cock.

Malcolm nearly lost all semblance of control. He lifted his hips, never breaking from the kiss as his hands fumbled with hers to urge his pants down. Laughter burbled up from the fusion of their mouths when he bounced her, kicking his legs free, but his humor was fleeting as the sensations piled one on top of the other.

Nothing separated them, but he fought to let her maintain the control until she rose up and guided him between her thighs. His eyes opened, scalding red sheening his vision, coating her in burgundy shot through with gold and pale amber.

Hesitation held him poised, the seconds fracturing with anticipation. Her hips dropped as if answering his prayers, and he surged inside of her. Malcolm braced his feet, holding fast to her as she rose again before sheathing his length in the liquid heat of her core.

Jeannie undulated her hips, taking him deeper. He fought his body, the burn in his gums as his fangs threatened to elongate. Hunger clawed at him, tearing at the inside of his skin. He fought his nature, the wild thrum of her pounding heart summoning him, arousing the hunt, the need and the want. He wanted to pound into her, take her body, take her blood, and take everything. But he fought it, he wanted to make it last. He would make this pleasure, her pleasure, last.

“Malcolm.” Her fingers gripped his shoulders, nails digging in and sharpening the pleasure raging through him. “Bite me.”

His reason snapped. Malcolm’s nostrils flared as he drank in her scent, greedy for a fill of her. His fangs sharpened, descending as the flavor of her mouth swirled around his tongue. Her tongue touched at his fangs, almost curiously, and he thrust it away with a shove of his tongue.

Lunging upwards to his feet, he wrapped her body around his, pounding into her as his mouth took possession of hers. He took two unsteady steps and lowered their joined bodies onto the lounge, rising up to drive deeper as he kissed his way down to her throat. Jeannie locked her fingers in his hair, urging him onward even as her body rose to meet the punishing beat of his thrusts. His fangs sharpened, plunging into her throat.

Hot, sweet bliss flooded his mouth. Pleasure screamed inside his veins. Thought evaporated.

Chapter Seven

Heat slammed through her body from the first touch of his hand on hers in the theatre. His kiss was far from gentle, but she didn’t want him to be. Stifled passion desperate to be unleashed roared through her. The last three days of frustration left their mark and she wanted his hands on her.
His hands. His lips. His teeth.

The moment his cock sank into her sex, she lost all sense of time. The vampiric nature that made her so nervous on their first meeting became the aphrodisiac of this one. She saw the hunger burning in his eyes and surrendered to it. His teeth sinking into her throat should have hurt, but the wild pressure teased every sensation higher until she could only ride the tidal wave of emotion.

They collapsed together and Jeannie wasn’t sure she’d ever catch her breath. They were in a tangle of arms and legs when his eyes opened slowly. Biting her lip, she waited to see the pleasured stupor in his gaze as it swept over her. His mouth softened, a smile tipping the corners of his lips. She could almost see the red stain of her blood, but far from heightening her fear, it beckoned to her.

“What does it taste like?” She whispered the question, not willing to break the fevered spell holding them in its languorous arms.

“Like beauty.” He fanned his fingers into her hair, holding her head as he kissed the line from her temple to her cheek. Need knifed through her, awakening the ache of barely satiated desire. His mouth closed over hers, his tongue diving in to capture and stroke hers.

Her questions scattered under the assault. Shock at how quickly she roused from lethargic to animated under the possessiveness in his kiss. Glorious desire surged through her as his hand swept down her neck and over her breasts to linger and tease her nipples.

Her back arched, pressing her breast into the palm of his hand. She let out a gasp as he abandoned her mouth to kiss down her throat. He nuzzled the juncture of her throat and shoulder and the mark from his bite. Tingles raced over her skin, shooting out like little bolts of lightning everywhere his mouth caressed.

On his knees, he leaned back, fingers stroking over her skin. She stretched her arms up to him, but he shook his head slowly. “I just want to look at you.”

Heat suffused her skin, warming her flesh until she was certain she blushed. The heat in his eyes was almost tangible as it stroked over her flesh.

“Feel good?”

The question shook her from the stupor and she nodded slowly. His fingers glided around one nipple until it pebbled. Her womb clenched at the light caresses, pulsing need through her sex. She reached for him, but he pushed her hands away.

“Not yet, dear one. Now, I take my time. I want to see every reaction.” He lowered his face until his breath whispered over the nipple his fingers tormented, and she shuddered at the new wash of sensation racing over her skin. She was hot and tight, and when she would have reached for him again, he caught her wrists in one hand and pressed them up behind her head.

“Behave.” He emphasized the word with the lightest of slaps against her pussy and her whole body shuddered. Like the bite, it didn’t hurt, but the sting sent ripples shooting through her and moisture flooded her sex.

“I’ll try.” It was the best she could manage as he closed his lips around her nipple and sucked it tight. Could he bite her there? What would that feel like? All the blood in her body seemed to rush to his mouth, her breasts felt swollen and heavy.

She couldn’t stop the lift of her hips as he massaged her breasts or the urge to stroke her leg against his hip. The low, intense growl, rumbling his throat as he sucked her nipple sent a wave of laughter through her. Fresh, clean, free laughter that spiraled atop the electric shocks of pleasure shooting from her nipples to her sex.

“Let me hear you, Jeannie.” The command vibrated against her skin as he released her wrists, teasing a path down her arm with his fingers as his blessed lips nibbled a path down her belly and bit down every so gently on the inside of her thigh. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t her sex, it didn’t matter that it was just the softest part of skin, taut with muscle and sinew. It only mattered that her stomach somersaulted, and she lurched upwards riding the sensation.

Malcolm kissed a blazing trail up the length of her body and met her surge with a fierce kiss, plowing into her mouth until he owned her breath, and his cock lined up neatly against the entrance of her drenched sex and slid inside.

The pressure spiraled out of control and she couldn’t hold back. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and met every thrust with a rise of her own hips. “Please…”

The plea spilled out of her, she needed to come. The sense of Malcolm invaded every pore; every drive of his cock pushed at her clenching inner walls. She dragged her nails across his back, urging him on and his tongue stroked hers as she began to shudder and cry out against his mouth, but even as the orgasm took her, Malcolm pushed her higher, driving her until the aftershocks rolled into new spasms and he took her flying again.

“Look at me.” He lifted his head and arms braced against the lounge beneath her head and pistoned his hips. “Watch me.”

She held onto him, wrapping her legs around him and urging him onwards until the muscles in his shoulders and neck stiffened and he came with a shout. She caught him pitching forward, mouth open and fusing to his, trembling with the wildness of it all as she kissed him in full fervor.

She could worship this man…this vampire.

He didn’t want to move, but the weight of him bearing down on her couldn’t be comfortable. Her cheeks were ruddy with heat. Sweat gleamed against her golden skin. “Are you all right?”

“Oh, yeah.” The absolute artless delivery sent a wave of amusement to tingle along with the completion. His cock twitched, still buried deep in the warmth of her sex. His fangs sharpened as her throat convulsed with a quick swallow.

“Hmm. You’re exquisite but I think we need to find you some place more comfortable.” Galvanized by images of her sprawled before him, his mouth nestled deep between her legs as his tongue stabbed into her sex, Malcolm rose and pulled her up into his arms. He took the marble steps three at a time, slowing only when it came time to open the door to the bedroom.

Jeannie wiggled in his arms, the friction slick between their bodies as she slid her hands into his hair. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

The words sounded by his ear, her breath teasing the heated flesh. He tipped his head, a laugh rumbling through his chest when her tongue glided along the ridges of his ear to the lobe. The humor evaporated as she claimed the lobe, sending a wave of sensation skating through his blood.

The soft laughing breath told him she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Depositing her on the bed, he curved his hands under her breasts, squeezing gently. He could touch her for hours, her silky soft skin warm against his palms. She released his ear with a gasp, and he closed the distance, covering her mouth with his.

She moaned as his tongue glided along the seam of her lips, slipping in to tease her tongue. The low sounds fisted in his soul, filling him with the same passion and need he experienced witnessing her on stage. She twisted in his arms, pulling free of his hands and tugging him down to cover her on the bed.

Her nails glided along his scalp, even as her legs wrapped around his hips. The sweet, dampness of her sex cradled his cock and she rubbed herself along his length. He sensed more than felt the moment his cock stroked along her clit, her body shuddering at every caress. Sparks exploded in his mind as her tongue began to thrust into his mouth, mirroring their bodies earlier rocking. Thirst crashed through him, a desperate hunger pounding in his blood like the ocean tides hammering the shore.

The need for her rose tirelessly. He deepened the kiss, letting his hands roam up and down her sides, teasing her breasts, caressing her nipples and deeper still to glide over her warm, slick flesh. Sensation after sensation rushed him.

“I want you to come inside my mouth,” she whispered against his lips. “I need to taste you.” Her eyes darkened with demand and delicious friction rippled through him as she gave him a shove and turned him over. Her lips moved down his chest, nipping, licking and biting a path across his navel.

Ill content with just letting her play, he shifted and captured her legs, pulling her around until her thighs straddled his face. He smiled at the gleaming pink skin, damp and glistening. The earlier image of stabbing his tongue into her sex surged through him and the moment her lips touched the rim of his cock he indulged himself.