Climbing carefully onto his motorcycle behind him, Willow was reminded again of her near nakedness. In front of her, Seth’s ass pressed intimately against her. The motor vibrated beneath her, making her thankful that she’d just had such a strong orgasm. Otherwise—after all the teasing he had done to her—they would never have made it back to his home in one piece. The hum of the engine against her body would have had her stroking him, enticing him to satisfy her rather than concentrate on the road.
Neither spoke until they were once again safely in the elevator, on their way up to his home.
“What happened to your finger?” Seth’s voice was full of concern as he looked at the wound hanging by her side.
“Oh, that… Well, I couldn’t exactly make much noise in public, could I?” She enjoyed teasing him. She felt like she’d been doing it forever. “It’ll be fine. It was well worth it,” she admitted, briefly wondering if it was a mistake to reveal so much to him.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” The mischievous grin was back on his face.
Willow laughed. “Yeah, well, would you mind telling me about the movie we just saw? ’Cause I didn’t catch one blessed scene after the title.”
“You didn’t miss much. It amazes me how many movies Hollywood releases portray vampires as being evil, power-hungry individuals who are hell-bent on destroying the world.”
“You don’t think they are?”
“I believe they are like every other living creature. There are those who deserve to have the reputation of a monster and those who simply wish to be left alone to live in peace.”
“I always thought they were, you know, not living.”
“Why? Because movies always claim that is the way of things?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, we are talking about fictional characters aren’t we?” Her mood turned serious.
He was saved from having to reply when the doors opened, but Willow couldn’t help wondering how he would have answered her last question. She berated herself as being silly. Of course vampires aren’t real.
She let him lead her straight to the kitchen. “Allow me to bandage it for you.” He placed a finger against her lips when she tried to object. “It’s the least I can do for causing such a wound.”
“Funny,” she mockingly scolded him, still feeling too playful to be truly upset. “You don’t seem the least bit remorseful.” She jumped up to sit on the countertop as he pulled out a first-aid kit. “Isn’t it funny how much things change?” She closed her eyes and mused aloud. “When you’re a kid all you need is someone to kiss a wound, and it’s all better.” Opening her eyes, she stared into his deep blue gaze and felt almost spellbound.
Smiling, he stopped fiddling with the now rarely used first-aid kit that was only in the apartment because of Jason. For once he was glad that the other man had been accident-prone as a child. Putting the small kit on the counter beside Willow, he lifted her finger to his lips.
He promised himself he would be good, that he would resist the temptation of her blood. He would simply kiss her wound then bandage it.
As her blood teased his lips, Seth’s good intentions flew out the proverbial window. Taking her finger into his mouth, he lightly sucked on the wound, one razor sharp tooth instantly reversing her clotting and allowing her blood to mix with the taste of lingering traces of her cream on his tongue. The combination made his cock rock hard instantly.
Allowing himself only a few precious seconds to taste her, he swiped his tongue over the wound again, only allowing it to clot. Carefully he made certain not to close the wound fully, knowing she would become suspicious if it were to be suddenly, miraculously healed. The scent of her arousal served to make his desire more urgent.
He finally pulled her finger out of his mouth. “All better?”
“What?” She looked dazed.
“Your finger, is it better now that it got a kiss?”
“My finger?” Her eyes were dark with passion. “Oh, my finger. Yeah, thanks.” She licked her lips as she watched him place the small bandage around her wound.
“Tell me about yourself.” He was trying to ease the sexual tension in the air. He didn’t want her to think she was just a sex toy to him. But he also wasn’t ready to delve into what that revelation could mean, or why it mattered to him. He only knew that he really did want to find out more about her.
“There isn’t much to tell. My sister is pretty cool, but she can get overprotective.”
“What brought you over to my table the other night? I’m not complaining, but I do wonder what possible explanation there could be for my amazing luck.”
“I just… Well, I can’t tell you. But I will tell you I am very glad I did come over.”
For the first time since he’d met her, his curiosity won out. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t resist the temptation yet again. Staring deeply into her eyes, he easily slipped into her mind, finding the memory he was looking for. Before his mind’s eye, her day replayed for him. How her boss had looked at her. He understood now why she’d said her boss made her skin crawl when he stared at her that way. He saw the way her boss smirked as his supervisor fired her. His expression clearly saying better than words “you should have just slept with me”. Seth fought off a growl as he resisted the urge to find this ass and teach him to show more respect for women.
Pressing forward, he “fast-forwarded” to when she was at the bar. He saw her sister look at her and announce her as the player in some game.
Guilt flooded him at gaining the knowledge in such a way. Breaking the stare, he saw her eyes were glazed, as though she were in a daze.
After a few seconds, Willow shook her head. “I’m sorry, I must have drifted off for a minute. What did you say?”
“Nothing important, sweetheart.”
A look of regret washed over her face. “Oh, that’s right, you asked about last night. Honestly, I’m not sure I’d even want to tell you why I walked over there if I could. It’s embarrassing.” She wouldn’t look him in the eye.
“Really?”
“Well, see, I’m not supposed to tell you. And I really shouldn’t, it doesn’t speak well of me…”
“But?” He prompted her. He was trying to remain neutral, trying his best not to pressure her into answering if she really didn’t want to. But he wanted to know what possible game she’d played.
“But I will if you want to know.” She paused, as if waiting for him to say yes or no, still refusing to look him in the eye. After a moment she continued despite his silence. “My friends came up with this game. It’s silly really. They were trying to make me feel better. You pick a guy and go ask him what kind of underwear he wears. If you guessed right, you can give him your number and a kiss. But commando is always rewarded with a full-on French kiss.”
“I take it you guessed incorrectly?” He couldn’t hide the smile in his voice. He hadn’t delved that far into her thoughts and memories. Now he almost wished he had.
“No, I didn’t.” He arched an eyebrow as she continued her explanation. “You didn’t exactly give me a chance to give you my number and leave,” she explained.
“No, I didn’t.” He smiled, not attempting to sound sorry. “So, you only came over because of a game?” His pride was a little wounded when confronted with the fact. But the important thing is that she did come over, not why, he tried to tell himself.