And make her need him more. Because soon, she’d have to need him more than she’d ever needed anyone. Need him enough to turn away from everything and everyone she knew.
Simon bounded up the flight of stairs. He raised his hand to pound on the door.
Dee wrenched open the door. She stood there, clad in a thin T-shirt that cupped her breasts, a T-shirt that barely skimmed the tops of her pale thighs, and she stared at him with those dark, wide eyes.
Simon tried to jerk his tongue back inside his mouth. “Uh, Sandra—”
“Dee.” She grabbed him. Her fingers fisted around the front of his shirt, and she jerked him inside.
“Ah, what’s the rush—”
“Don’t want the neighbors to see.”
What? She had neighbors who were awake at four thirty in the morning?
And since when was he the woman’s dirty little secret?
“I don’t want forever.”
His eyes widened at that. Couldn’t help it.
“I don’t want you to tell me that you love me. I don’t want lies or promises that you won’t keep.”
He kicked the door shut behind him. Stared down at her. No bra. Panties? His nostrils flared. Yeah, but they were wet.
Fuck.
She’d said she wanted him and she did, no denying her body’s response, but even before her lips parted, he knew she was going to say—
“I just want to forget.”
Yes, he’d known she would say that, because he knew her. Know your enemy.
But Dee wasn’t his enemy. She was—
She stepped away. Caught the edge of her T-shirt and tossed it to the floor.
His cock jerked against the zipper of his jeans. Damn. Small breasts, but perfect. Round, with light brown nipples. Tight nipples, ready for his mouth and—
The couch was behind her. He caught her in his arms. Swept her back and dropped her onto the cushions. Then he followed and took a nipple into his mouth because he had to taste. To take.
Time was running out.
His lips closed around the peak and his tongue laved her. Her moan filled his ears and her hips thrust up against him. The woman’s arousal flooded his nostrils. Rich, wet cream.
The edge of his teeth pressed against her flesh and she shivered. Not fear, no, not even close.
Damn her. Damn her.
He kissed his way across her chest. The faint ridges of scar tissue pressed against his mouth. Long, thin lines. Light white now because Sandra Dee was a fast healer.
She could have died.
He knew about the attack. He’d done his research, too.
He caught her other nipple. Sucked her with tongue and lips. Her fingers clenched against his shirt, jerked it up, and then she touched his flesh. Hot, fast fingers that skated over him.
He rocked against her, driving the fully erect length of his cock against her sex. Dee’s legs were open, spread, and when he’d lowered her onto the couch, he’d pushed between them.
The better to play.
The better to torture himself.
“Lose the jeans,” she ordered, her voice a husky rasp, and her fingers were on his stomach, sliding down, aiming for the button of his jeans.
No.
He caught her hands. “You’re not calling the shots here, babe.”
Her eyes were wide, so brown and deep, but burning with a hungry fire. Her lips had parted—
He kissed her. Drove his tongue deep inside and tasted the wild honey and spice that was Dee. Sweet and wild—the perfect flavor for his little vampire slayer.
The dark hunger built within him. Feeding the lust that he chained back. Tempting, tempting so much…
Her tongue swiped against his. Give her what she wants.
No, no, she didn’t even know what she wanted. Not really.
Not yet.
He tore his mouth from hers and tried to ignore the spreading darkness within.
Dawn comes.
He licked her neck. Sweet flesh. Her pulse pounded against his mouth. Fast with excitement. Bursting with life.
Testing now, he let his teeth score her flesh.
She jerked, but didn’t fight. He chained her hands over her head, caught her wrists and held them against the couch with his left hand.
Dee probably thought she could break away from him at any time.
The lady didn’t know how wrong she was.
She should have known better than to invite him inside. Now he held the power and she didn’t even realize it.
His teeth wanted to press harder into her skin. Part of him wanted her to know the danger.
His right hand trailed down her body. Soft flesh, covering a finely muscled body. Dee was a fighter, no denying it or the marks of the past that scarred her pale skin.
His fingers paused over her belly. Flat and smooth.
His mouth opened wider.
Her hands jerked free in an instant. Hadn’t expected that. She shoved against him, once, hard.
Simon raised up and stared down at her. So many lights were on in her house. Lights against the dark.
Dawn was coming.
“Don’t play the vamp game on me. That shit doesn’t get me off.”
Didn’t it?
“And it sure as hell can’t work for you.”
Ah, so she’d already done her research on him. That meant he had to let Grace go free.
Pity.
He could have used her services again.
“If you can’t deliver, get the hell out.”
Cold. Hard. Just what he’d expect from a hunter like her.
But her eyes were wild. Not just with lust but with fear. Her lips trembled and he knew, better than others, what demons rode her.
“I’m not going any place.” Not yet.
Fuck the dawn.
Forget.
He’d make her forget all right. And make her always remember him and what he could give to her.
His fingers caught the edge of her panties. Plain white cotton. Serviceable. The panties shouldn’t have been sexy. On her, they were.
He eased down, lowering his head, and kissed her through the fabric. Her hips shot up at the sensual touch.
“Easy.” His eyes lifted to hers. “Trust me.”
I can’t. He could read the words on her face though she didn’t speak a word.
“You’ll have to,” he said and meant it. Sooner or later, there would be no choice.
He licked his lips and knew he couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. His cock was nearly bursting, so full he hurt, and the woman who’d crept into his mind and twisted his fantasies into nightmares quivered beneath him. His to pleasure.
His.
For the moment, anyway.
Her scent was so much richer now and the hunger inside had only grown stronger. His teeth caught the band of elastic. He jerked his head and the fabric tore.
“Chase!”
His head shot up. “Simon.” No distance here. No walls. He wouldn’t allow them.
His fingers ripped away the torn panties and tossed them across the room. Then he touched her. Easing his fingers into the blond curls between her legs, he found her plump, wet, and hot.
Just the way he liked a woman.
Her breath hissed out when he touched her clit. A hard press with his thumb then a slow caress with his fingers. He’d learned long ago how to pleasure a woman. How to make her moan and beg. How to make her scream.
He wanted Dee to scream for him.
His index finger found her opening. Pushed inside. Tight. Sweat beaded on his brow. So tight.
The back of his zipper was going to be permanently indented on his dick at this rate.
Another finger thrust inside and stretched her. Dee’s neck arched.
Don’t tempt.
His fingers wrapped around her thighs, and he opened her even wider to his touch and his stare.
To his mouth.
Pink flesh, moist and waiting.