Excerpt
Who was this man that held her in his arms and calmly offered to feed her with his own blood to quench her hunger? Why hadn’t he run from her in terror, or showed any surprise at her crazed, incoherent claims?
Just what exactly had he been doing with his life since he’d been gone from hers, that none of this seemed to faze him?
Baron leaned in close and brushed his lips against her mouth. Not even a real kiss, it was light and sweet, so completely not what she would have expected from him. Actually, she hadn’t thought to feel his mouth on hers ever again, and if asked, Max would have said that she didn’t want it.
“Do it Max,” he urged. Turning his face to the side, he bared his neck to her in blatant invitation.
How could she do this? How could she not?
She didn’t have the strength to withstand the insistent demand of the hunger. The cravings were impossible to resist any longer.
With a low moan her mouth descended to his neck.
At first she simply licked his skin, savoring the salty male taste of him and feeling the steady pounding of his pulse under her tongue. But then he groaned and tightened his arms around her, forcing a more intimate embrace, forcing Max to recognize just how much the old Baron had really changed.
His body was rock solid against hers, from the awesomely defined biceps twitching under her fingertips, the muscled thighs that acted as a cushion for her to sit upon, to the hard length that stretched his loose-fitting workout pants and pressed into her belly.
She moved closer, pressing her suddenly aching breasts closer against the hard wall of his chest. Her nipples tightened and a shock of pure pleasure shot through her to the wet core between her thighs.
Oh.
Oh no.
She didn’t want this, couldn’t want this. Not with him. It was too embarrassing. But her traitorous body didn’t seem to care. It wanted. It desired. It hungered. |
