Her blush gave him his answer.
“Oh, Seth, don’t look like that.” She sounded remorseful. “Yes, it’s the reason I came over, but…” Her blush grew. “According to the rules, all I had to do was kiss you. Everything else…everything else was because I wanted to.”
Looking into her eyes, he didn’t need to probe her mind to discover she was telling the truth. Her emotions were right there for him to see. She was an open book.
“To be honest, I’m glad they talked me into playing. I’m not sure I’d have been brave enough to approach you on my own.” Her hand reached up, cupping his cheek. “It was the only time I’ve ever played, and I told my sister I’m not playing again. I only did it because I was having a really bad day and I thought I could use a little fun. I’m really glad I agreed.”
Taking her hand in his, he placed a lingering kiss on her palm. “So am I, sweetheart.”
“What else is there to do so late at night?”
Seth allowed the change of subject. He wanted to take her back into the bedroom and give in to his thirst for her. Both for her body and her blood. No, he scolded himself. I need to get her out in public, where I’ll be able to better control myself.
“We could go out dancing?”
“I’d like that. But are you sure I’m dressed appropriately? Being in a dark theater is one thing, but dancing…” Her voice trailed off.
“Sweetheart, I think you look amazing,” he practically purred. His gaze caressed her scantily clad form and caused Willow to blush prettily for him.
Chapter Six
Stretching in the luxurious bed, it was hard to believe she’d been at Seth’s home for almost a week now. She was careful to call her sister every few days to prevent the other woman from worrying too badly. She had to call her again that night, but she didn’t want to. They always ended up arguing. Roxy couldn’t understand why she stayed, why Willow wouldn’t come home.
It’s amazing, how used to sleeping all day and staying awake all night one can get. Willow finally climbed out of the bed and walked over to the windows, looking at the beautifully lit skyline.
On their way back to his apartment from the club they’d gone to after their titillating movie experience, she had made a comment that she should get a few things to wear in public if they were going to go out again.
She’d had every intention of going home and packing a few things to use at his home. Instead Seth surprised her the next night by taking her shopping. When she modeled the clothes for him in the store, he’d whispered in her ear how much he enjoyed watching her walk around his home wearing one of his shirts and nothing else. She was still blushing when he paid for the few outfits she had picked out.
After their trip to buy her clothes, he’d taken her to the grocery store, convincing her to fill the cart with foods she liked. She’d been stunned. His thoughtful gestures told her better than words could that he wanted her to stick around. It revealed how much he enjoyed having her in his home. He’d been so generous with her, she felt guilty, almost as though she were taking advantage of him. But any time she mentioned paying him back, he’d pull her into his arms and kiss her until she melted. Then he would smile and nibble on her shoulder.
Walking to where she’d placed her shirt for the night, Willow dressed in his favorite color, burgundy. More amazing to her was the fact that not only did he not care if she went through his closet or drawers to pick something out, he’d even made room for the items she’d begun to accumulate. In his shower, beside his shampoo, he’d surprised her one night when she woke up with her own bottles of shampoo and conditioner. Walking into the bathroom, she smiled at the gradual signs there was now a woman using the room. Her favorite fruit-scented lotion sat on his pristine counter near the brush he’d bought for her. His toothbrush now had a mate as well.
Stretching, she smiled before she began her attempt to tame her hair. Her muscles were getting much more limber, her body less stiff, and she couldn’t be happier. She’d grown used to his daily massages with a wonderful oil, which always seemed to turn into foreplay.
I am definitely becoming spoiled, Willow thought with a smile, thinking back to his tender kisses and caresses. But he wasn’t always gentle. When they fucked, he knew he drove her crazy whenever he pounded into her body, making her scream out in pleasure as she experienced orgasm after orgasm.
Once she finished brushing her hair, she walked out of the room and headed for the dining room, where she knew he would be waiting for her.
Seth watched her walk into the room and once again gave thanks that she was in his life. After her confession, he’d done much thinking about her answer. He decided it didn’t matter what brought her over to his table, only that she had joined him.
As he waited for her to sit down, his conscience began to scold him yet again. Ever since she’d revealed her secret, he’d felt like an ass for deceiving her. Too many centuries had passed since he’d last been tempted to entrust a mortal with the truth about who he was. He felt certain Willow would want—no, that isn’t right, he corrected, she would feel she deserved to know I am a vampire. Thus far she seemed content to only know what he was wiling to say, never pressing him if he didn’t wish to discuss a subject. At least not since she asked those uncomfortable questions about why he had been sucking on her thigh. His conscience had begun to grow more insistent that he reveal the truth.
Staring at her as she proudly wore his favorite deep red shirt, his hunger swelled yet again. Despite the fact that she now had clothing in his apartment to wear, she’d consented to his request that she only wear his tops. Since the first time he’d drank from her, he’d been unable to slake his thirst with another. No one’s blood tasted as sweet as hers, none satisfied him as completely—or at all it seemed—but he continued to drink from them, fearing harm would come to her if he didn’t. And he’d long ago decided no harm would come to his woman. He wasn’t exactly sure when she’d ceased to be Willow, a woman he was merely having fun with, to Willow, his woman. In the end, it didn’t mater. As far as he was concerned, she was his woman now, and he didn’t want to lose her.
And in a moment of honesty he admitted that was the real reason he hadn’t told her the truth yet. Because he was afraid she would leave and he would never see her again. That she would think he was some crazy man, or someone looking for a free meal. Just the thought of never seeing her smile again made his chest become tight and caused his heart to ache.
“Wow, that looks delicious. I do believe you are trying to spoil me, sir.”
Smiling, he seated Willow at the table then placed the fresh plate of linguine he’d ordered in front of her. He had completely forgotten about it as he looked at her, enjoying her beauty.
“It smells wonderful,” she sighed, taking a deep breath.
Nodding, he agreed completely with her. Something did look delicious. But to him, it was her.
“It has been my pleasure to spoil you. You are very easy to please.”
Willow blushed at his double entendre and his cock began to harden just thinking about tasting her the way he had all those nights ago. How it had been, letting the cream from her sweet pussy linger on his tongue as her blood blended perfectly to create the most intoxicating taste he’d ever experienced. His mouth watered as he thought of drinking the cream from her body then driving her over the edge by drinking from her upper thigh. It still amazed him how easily she’d found pleasure, how hard she’d orgasmed simply from his bite. He’d never known that to happen with another woman. At least, not without a little “help” from him.