Things That Go Hump In The Night (41 page)

“God—Kat—”

“I’m here, Michael.” She kissed his throat, and he closed his eyes. “I’m here.”

His iron control snapped.

He drove into her, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss so wild she could hardly breathe. She clawed at his back as heat exploded through her. With a muffled cry she arched up. One final stroke pushed her over the edge.

He caught her hips and held her in place, plunging into her until he let out a strangled groan. His throbbing length sent her higher, her pleasure stretching out, her body tightening around him. He buried his face in her hair as he thrust faster, every muscles hard as a rock under her hands. With a final moan, she felt him let go, and he pinned her to the floor, still stroking her as he rode out his climax.

They came down slowly, sweaty, tangled around each other. Once she could breathe, and her heart stopped trying to pound its way out of her chest, she traced the line of his jaw. Damn, he was beautiful. Michael propped himself on one elbow and looked down at her.

“All right?”

She smiled. “It was satisfactory.” His low growl had her laughing. She gasped when he moved inside her. Good God, he was already hard. “How—”

“The vampire half. They never—complete, which means they are always—”

“Ready to go. No wonder they’re always so pissy.”

He shook his head, and brushed his lips over hers. “You have no shame.”

“Very little, anyway. I lost what little respect I had for them a long time ago.”

“I am surprised you had any to begin with.” She trailed her fingers across his back, and he sucked in a breath. “Kat—”

“You started it.” She let out a choked cry when his mouth lowered to her breast. “Michael—”

His tongue ran lazy circles around her nipple, until she started bucking under him. Then he moved on to her other breast. She forgot how to breathe.

He kissed his way up, stopping to press his tongue against that spot on her throat, tasting the sweat on her skin. That same intense need shot through her. By the time he reached her ear both hands gripped the rug. “Stay with me tonight.”

“Okay.” The answer popped out before she had the chance to stop it.

She wanted to stay with him, touch him, be with him. So she’d do that, for tonight. Tomorrow—she’d deal with tomorrow when she had to.

“Let’s remove this other boot before we get settled.” She was so focused on him, she forgot she still had it on. He eased out of her, and leaned over to yank it off. She grinned when he  tossed it over his shoulder. “Those are going in the nearest bin when we are done.”

“No argument here.”

He picked her up, standing in one easy movement, and settled her on the bed. She slipped under the sheets, and he joined her, stretching his body out behind her. One arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against him, his still hard length sliding between her legs. He caressed her thigh, moved up to her hip. “You are so beautiful, Kat. You hide these curves well.”

“I don’t like to—distract the monsters.” She could hardly breathe when he touched her like that.

“You have distracted this one, beyond the point of no return.”

“Michael—”

“Hush.” He kissed the spot behind her ear that drove her crazy. “I know what I am, and have had some time to accept it.”

“So.” She let out a shaky breath. “I was right. I’m sleeping with an older man.”

“Much older. My father was the Earl of Huntington, under King George III.”

“An aristocrat. That explains oh so much.”

He pressed up against her and she gasped. “I am no stuffy noble.”

“Hardly.” He felt so damn good, and she wanted him inside her again. “I meant your—impeccable manners.” Sweet God in heaven—she didn’t think she could handle him touching her like this without moving.

She tilted her hips, and his thick tip slid into her. He groaned, jerking against her, his length rock hard.

“My mother—expected them.” He sounded strained. Kat arched back, taking more of him inside. Her body throbbed, clenching in anticipation. “Sweet Jesu, woman. Keep that up, and we will sleep with me inside you.”

“Invitation accepted.”

She couldn’t believe she just said that, but she wasn’t about to take it back. And Michael was already pushing himself deeper, hot and slick, like he expected her to change her mind. She moved her top leg forward, to give him more access, biting back a moan as her body let her know it was tender.

He halted, one hand resting on her hip. “You’re sore. I should not have—”

“Shut up, Vlad, and finish what you started.”

After a long hesitation he did. They were both panting by the time he eased himself all the way in. “Kat?”

“I’m good. You?”

He shifted, and she moaned. Good God—she was insatiable. But she knew better. If they kept this up she wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning. He let out a low groan, and spread his hand over her stomach.

“I will stay still, and we may get through the next few hours.”

She smiled, and closed her eyes.

***

Kat turned out to be the guilty party, waking Michael up twice during the night.

The first time was easy; all she had to do was move against him. The second time took a bit more coaxing. By morning they were sprawled over the tangled sheets, only two hours of sleep between them.

He rolled over and pulled her in, both hands sliding down her sweat slick back, over her ass. When his erection twitched against her she raised an eyebrow.

“Good God, Vlad.”

“You are too much of a temptation, hunter.”

He captured her lower lip between his teeth, his tongue teasing the already swollen, sensitive skin. She let out a surprised cry when he grabbed her around the waist and picked her up, climbing off the bed.

He set her on the edge, knelt in front of her, his hands spreading over her hips. “Open for me, Kat.”

She obeyed, and looked down. His erection pressed into her, hot and thick. The sight of him slipping inside her was the most arousing thing she had ever witnessed, and her hand took on a life of its own, wrapping around him, stroking his length. He groaned, catching her wrist before he pulled her off the bed and into his lap.

The movement buried him inside her.

They both moaned, and she let herself settle against him. The feel of him filling her so completely was indescribable. She framed his face, captured his lips in a kiss that tried to convey everything she felt.

When his fingers traced up her thigh, she shuddered. When they found her clit she gasped, pressing into his touch. He smiled against her lips, and rubbed his fingers over her, at the same devastating pace his tongue ravaged her mouth.

His fingers were magic, taking her to the edge, and backing off before she could climax. Her hands dug into his shoulders, using him as leverage as she rocked against him, his fingers slick as they teased her sensitized nub. She needed him to move, hard and deep, to stroke her like only he did, until that climax shattered her.

He spread one hand over her back and slowed her, taking his time as he pulled out, then filled her, again and again, driving her past the edge of crazy.

“Michael—please—” She grabbed his hips and arched into him. “Faster—I need faster—”

“Hold on to me, love. I am moving this to the bed.”

“Thank God.” She wrapped her arms around him, his skin slick with sweat. After he lifted her, she realized she was just as sweaty, every inch of her hot and wet and needy. God—so needy. Michael climbed on to the bed, and lowered them, his weight driving him even deeper. “Sweet God in heaven—”

He braced his hands on either side of her, and instead of thrusting into her like she desperately wanted, he kissed his way down to her breast, and closed his mouth over her sensitive nipple. She bowed off the bed.

He spent an eternity torturing her breast, then moved to the other one, his hand replacing his mouth on the first. She couldn’t breathe, wave after wave of heat and need pounding through her. His talented mouth brought her to the edge, and left her there, throbbing and ready to beg.

“Michael—”

“Here, love.” He sounded just as breathless, thank God. “I wanted to go slowly, but you—” A low moan cut him off when she rocked against him. “Sweet Jesu, you are driving me mad.”

He started moving, hard, fast, deep. Kat met every thrust, the pressure building, unbearable. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting to feel every inch inside her. His ragged breaths told her he was just as close.

He pressed his mouth to her throat, his tongue rough as it stroked her skin with same urgency as he thrust himself inside her, hard, fast. Her head fell back, heat spiraling at the way he tasted her, his shaft so thick, so deep—God, she loved the way he filled her. She clutched the sheets, bucking against him, her climax just out of reach.

Michael stiffened, his fingers digging into her hips. The shock of pain set her off, and her climax shot through her. He pounded into her, fast, desperate, and Kat cried out as she convulsed around him. He kept moving, until she collapsed on the bed, fighting to breathe. Her body clenched him, and he moaned, low in his throat.

“Michael—”

“Still need—to move.” He whispered against her throat, and throbbed inside her.

“Not going anywhere.”

She felt him smile—and arched up when he stroked her, hard, deep.

A different kind of pressure built, hot and breath-robbing. Kat gripped the iron headboard, meeting every thrust, helpless to stop the low, gasping cries that burst out of her.

Michael’s hands joined hers, and he used the leverage, changing the angle of his thrusts. They both groaned, moving faster, any control shredding in the desperate need for release.

With a roar, Michael drove into her, and his powerful orgasm sent her over the edge again. Holding on to each other, they fell together.

***

Kat woke, disoriented—and remembered where she was.

Michael’s big, warm body wrapped around her, spooning her, his leg draped over hers, so she felt every inch of him. Including his hard shaft, pressed against her.

The last few hours came rushing back— making love, laughing, eating in bed, making love again.

The hand spread over her stomach slid up, cupping her breast. She shivered, and bit back a moan when he brushed his lips over her throat.

“Good evening, Kat.”

“Evening?” She looked at the window. It faced west, and she could see the sun through the sheers. “I’ve never spent the day in bed before.”

“A first we both share.” His thumb brushed her nipple, and she arched into his hand, her body on fire again. It only left her wanting him more. Needing him more. Not only did her plan to get him out of her system completely backfire, it pulled her closer to him.

No man had ever touched her the way he did, wrapping his desire, his need around her heart—

God, she couldn’t stay—it was too much—

Panic shot through her, dousing the fire as fast as a bucket of ice water.

“Stop,” she whispered. She had to get out. Now. “Let me go, damn it—”

He did, sitting as she leapt off the bed.

“Kat.”

“Not a word, vampire.”

She saw him flinch right before she bent over to grab her clothes. She didn’t care. Hell, she
couldn’t
care.

“I will not seek you out.” His voice was low, and the ice edging every word sliced into her heart. “The next step will have to be yours, hunter.”

“Fine.” She stalked out of the room, stopping next to the front door to put on her clothes. Fighting the tears, the need to run back and throw herself at him, she yanked her shirt on—and noticed half the buttons missing. “Fabulous,” she muttered.

She created a temporary wrap, using the shirt tails to tie it at her waist. It would get her to her car—

“Shit—my car’s back at the warehouse.” And her too-tight boots were still in the bedroom. With him.

She patted her back pockets. Wallet and phone still intact. She could call a cab, and pretend she didn’t look like she spent the last twenty four hours having incredible, mind-blowing sex. Like her heart wasn't breaking with every step she took away from him.

“Damn it, Vlad.” She unlocked the door and jerked it open. The knife stuck just under the peephole nearly jabbed her in the eye. “What the hell—”

She pulled it free and caught the folded parchment impaled on the blade, her stomach doing a slow, ugly roll when she recognized the ornate hilt.

“I believe that message is for me.”

Kat braced herself, and turned around. Looking at him again had her heart pounding, aching to touch him. How the hell did he manage to look so damn good in a pair of unbuttoned jeans and sex tousled hair?

I will not touch him. I will hand him whatever death threat they left him and get out of here. Out of his life.

“Here.” She handed him the parchment, and raised an eyebrow when he held out his other hand. “You sure the blade isn’t—”