Doug threw a prayer to the universe, held onto Olivia with one arm, and did as she said. The door gave way with an ear-shattering screech and swung open, revealing an old utility room with defunct fuses and levers that no longer served any purpose. Doug stepped inside as the door shut tightly behind them.
He surveyed the small room and marveled at how clearly he could see everything, even though it was black as pitch. Still holding Olivia in one arm, he looked at the filthy floor and grimaced.
“This place is disgusting.”
A weak smile played at her lips. Orange lever on the back wall.
Doug pulled the lever, trying not to jostle her too much, and seconds later the back wall dropped into the floor as lights flickered on, revealing a virtual oasis. Doug whistled as he carried her over the threshold, and the door slid closed behind them.
The room was approximately thirty feet square with thick beige carpeting and aqua-colored walls, bathed in soft lighting. To the left was an oversized sofa, black coffee table, and a top-of-the-line media center. The right side of the room had an enormous king-size bed and a nightstand. The place looked spic-and-span clean as though the maid service from the Ritz Carton had just been there. Even the bed was made.
“Now this is more like it.” He kissed the top of her head and carried her to the couch. “This place is nicer than my apartment.”
He brushed a stray red curl off her forehead, and her brilliant green eyes fluttered open, locking with his. Doug sat down, holding her in his lap. He told himself it was so he could get a closer look at the wound, but that was absolute bullshit. He wanted her close, her body snuggled against his, safe and sound.
“You need blood, don’t you?” he asked quietly.
Olivia’s brow furrowed. “Yes, I’m sorry.”
“Now you’re apologizing?” he asked playfully as he shoved the sleeve of his shirt up and exposed his forearm. “After all the shit we’ve been through in the last twenty-four hours, you apologize for needing a little blood? That’s some weak-ass stuff, if you ask me.”
“Sorry,” she murmured through a faint smile.
Doug lifted her head with one hand and held his wrist to her mouth. “Go on,” he said gruffly. “Do it.”
Are you sure? Her glittering eyes flicked to his as her voice whispered along his mind.
“Bite me, already.” He pressed his wrist against her soft lips and watched with genuine fascination as her fangs unsheathed and sank into his flesh.
He wasn’t sure what to expect. Pain, maybe? A pinch, like getting your finger pricked at the doctor? Doug gasped as her fangs pierced his skin because the last sensation he expected was pleasure.
Warmth washed through his body as a rich wave of pleasure rippled over him and made his dick as hard as a rock. This was wrong. Majorly fucked up.
Wrong or not—he was harder and hotter than he’d ever been in his life. Doug groaned and prayed for restraint. His fingers curled into a fist, tangling in her silky, red curls as she drank from him. All he could think about doing was stripping her naked and plunging deep inside of her.
Erotic images flashed through his mind. Memories of the dreams he had over the years and her voice, whispering wickedly in his ear as she drove him to the brink of orgasm. He saw her naked and writhing beneath him in ecstasy as she ran her fingernails down his back. All of these memories came roaring back in living color, tormenting him.
Olivia’s body shuddered against his as she held his arm with both hands, her lips pressed against his skin erotically, and her tongue flicking back and forth on the sensitive flesh.
She moaned as she broke her hold on him and licked the wound closed. Doug barely noticed. He felt every spot where her body touched his, and when she adjusted her position the curve of her ass pressed enticingly against his cock, sending another rush of carnal pleasure rippling over his skin. The images in his mind faded, but the physical response was still in full force.
Doug opened his eyes to find her staring up at him through heavily lidded eyes. The wound on her neck had completely healed. A smile curved her lips, and she pressed her hand against his cheek, brushing her thumb along his hypersensitive skin.
“Thank you,” she breathed. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Doug couldn’t speak. His body was wound tighter than a drum, and the woman draped over him held him captive in every possible way. His heated gaze wandered up her throat and lingered on her full, ruby-red lips. Her mouth parted, and he glimpsed the sharp points of her fangs. He held her tighter, afraid she might slip away.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked gruffly as his hand rested on her thigh. Doug pulled her closer and brushed his fingers along the deliciously sexy curve of her ass. “You ruined me.”
“I’m sorry.” Her brow furrowed, and she dropped her hand to his chest, trying to extricate herself from his grasp. “I know you hate me for turning you. Your body’s reaction is because of the feeding, nothing more.”
“That’s horseshit.” He held her in his iron-clad grip, and her confused eyes latched onto his. “My body, and the rest of me, is reacting to you, Olivia, and has been from the first time I dreamt of you all those years ago. When I saw you that night at the club, it was like—like coming home. Something that I’d been chasing my entire life was there in front of me, but like the typical, stubborn asshole I am, I refused to believe it. You are in my head, wrapped around my heart, and buried under my skin.”
He grasped her biceps and pulled her into an upright position in his lap, tugging her close, so that her face was only inches from his. Her scent filled his head and intoxicated him, but now she was looking at him as though he had completely lost his mind.
“You ruined me for any other woman, did you know that?” He brushed his lips along her cheek and ran his hand along the curve of her ass as it pressed against his erection erotically. “None of them could even live up to the idea of you, to the redheaded siren who haunted my sleep with promises of perfection. All my life, I thought I couldn’t commit to anyone because of my fucked up childhood or some bullshit notion about fear of commitment. It was all because of you, wasn’t it?”
He pulled back and lifted her chin with the tip of his finger, forcing those pools of green to look at him.
“You had my heart before I was even born.”
Doug brushed his thumb over her lower lip. He watched as she licked the tip of his thumb and took it into the moist cavern of her mouth and suckled. All he could do was picture that gorgeous mouth wrapped around other parts of his anatomy.
Her eyes snapped open and captured his as her tongue wound slow, erotic circles around the tip of his thumb. Pulling one leg across his lap, she straddled him, pressing herself harder against his erection as she linked her arms around his neck, and he covered her mouth with his.
Doug buried both hands in her hair, angling her head, and devoured her with equal intensity. He licked and suckled at her plump lips, bathed his tongue with hers, and moaned as she ran her fingers along the back of his neck.
In a tangle of limbs, he reached between them and pulled down the zipper of her catsuit, baring her gorgeous white breasts. Olivia shrugged off her coat, tossing it to the floor and arching back, as she offered herself. Doug took one mound in his hand and lapped at the hardened, pink nipple as she held him to her, urging him on.
“I want to lick every inch of you and taste every curve,” he murmured against the swell of her breast. Doug flicked the rosy peak with his tongue as he peered at her wickedly. “But you’re wearing far too many clothes.”