"Excuse me. I've been kissing for twelve years."
"I have been kissing much longer."
She crossed her arms. "Yeah, I kinda figured that."
He stepped toward her. "Ten steps for a proper kiss."
"And an improper one?" She groaned inwardly. Smart aleck. Now she was asking for trouble.
His teeth flashed white when he grinned. "There's only one way to find out." He dropped his cane on the ground and moved closer. "We shall have to put it to the test."
CHAPTER 11
Jean-Luc was delighted with the turn of the conversation. The minute he'd spotted Heather this evening, he'd wanted to touch her. Her long bare legs tormented him. Her pink skin, flushed with blood, made his vampire nerve cells hum with energy. Mon Dieu, but it seemed that every man in town wanted her. How could they not? Her shorts hugged the sweetest derriere. Her T-shirt clung to full breasts, then dipped at her waist. He wanted to rip her clothes off with his teeth.
But for now, he'd settle for a kiss.
Emma had scolded him telepathically for making Heather worry, and she'd insisted he explain about Cody. He'd intended to, but he had no idea how to explain the hypnotic trance he'd cast on her ex-husband without opening himself to a lot of unwanted questions. But kissing—this kind of reassurance he could handle. And ten steps would be easy.
He touched one of her curls and rubbed the silken strands between his thumb and forefinger. "Step one is the birth of the idea."
She shrugged. "That's obvious."
"But essential. I find this first step very exciting." He touched her neck, resting his fingertips against her carotid artery. It pulsed strong and quick. In spite of her nonchalant demeanor, she was as excited as he.
"Our lips would not meet purely by accident." He studied her mouth. "I would wonder how your lips feel, how they taste. And my desire would increase until it overwhelmed me. My every thought, my every breath would be focused on my need to kiss you."
Her mouth was slightly open, her breath coming faster. "That's…a good start."
He smiled. "Step two is awareness. You are now aware of my desire."
"Okay." She licked her lips.
"Ah, you have moved to step three."
Her eyes widened. "I did?"
"Yes. Step three is your response. You have acknowledged my desire and issued an invitation."
She tilted her head, frowning. "I don't think so."
"You said yes when you licked your lips."
"I did not. You shouldn't make such broad assumptions." She licked her lips again, then grimaced.
"Ignore that. It was an involuntary lick."
"I think not. Your body is reacting to me." He stepped closer. "Your body is screaming, Yes, take me."
"In your dreams." She stepped back, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm in complete control of myself."
"For the time being."
She eyed him warily. "Which step are we on?"
"Three. Your body issued an invitation. Step four, my body responds."
"So we're entirely brainless at this point?"
He laughed. "Normally, this would all happen in a matter of seconds, and I wouldn't give you time to challenge everything I say. But for some strange reason, I actually enjoy your challenges."
"Oh." Her mouth twitched. "That's very kind of you."
"You're welcome. Step four, I respond to your invitation. I move in for the kiss." He stepped close and slipped his hand around the back of her neck.
"I still haven't said yes."
"That's why I'm waiting. Step five is your agreement. Even your clever brain must agree now. If a man skips this step, he risks offending his lady and losing her forever."
"'Cause I could walk away," she whispered.
"Yes, you could." He leaned closer, just a few inches from her mouth. "But I know you want it. And you wouldn't want to break my heart."
"No fair using guilt."
He stroked the side of her neck. "I can be ruthless when it comes to getting what I want."
"And I can play hard to get." In spite of her tough words, she tilted her head to make it easier for him to caress her neck.
"Go ahead, cherie. Make it hard for me." He smiled because he was definitely hard. He skimmed his fingers along the line of her jaw. "The harder I work, the sweeter will be your surrender. And you will surrender. You want this kiss."
She shivered. "What about you? Do you want this, or do you just want to prove you're right about the ten steps?"
He took her gently by the shoulders. "I don't give a damn how many steps it takes. Your happiness is the only thing that matters."
She sighed. "How do you always know the perfect thing to say?"
"I feel like I know you. I know your heart. It is…so much like mine."
"Jean-Luc," she whispered. She touched the hair at his temple.
He moved closer till his forehead rested on hers. "Step six is acceptance. We know the kiss will happen."
"Speak for yourself."
"Woman," he growled. "You continue to challenge me."
She laughed. "I know. It's so much fun. I feel so…tough. Completely opposite from the old doormat. It's the new me."
Smiling, he touched her cheek. "I like the new you. You're beautiful, strong, and…exciting."
She slid her arms up his chest and around his neck. "You're in big trouble now, buddy. If we kiss, that will only be seven steps."
"But there are many steps attached to the kiss, and I will insist on doing them all. Tasting, touching, nibbling, sucking, the tongue, the scraping of teeth—"
"Okay!" Her hands tightened on the back of his neck. "Bring it on."
His heart lurched. She was surrendering. His blood raced to his groin. No doubt his eyes were glowing red by now. He kept his eyelids partially closed, hoping she wouldn't notice. "Step seven. The test kiss." He pressed his lips gently against hers.
Her eyes flickered shut. "Did we pass?"
"Oh yes." He brushed his lips across her cheek, then planted small kisses back toward her mouth. She opened for him, her lips soft and moist. Her body leaned into him.
He took her this time, kissing her thoroughly, making her lips move with his. She was soft, pliant, delicious. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her hard against him. She gasped, her breath mingling with his own. No doubt she could feel the full length of his erection now, pressed against her belly.
He deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She tasted of mustard and relish, modern and American, but foreign and exotic to him. She stroked his tongue with the tip of her own, drawing a gruff moan from deep in his throat.
Her fingers delved into his curls, pulling him closer. "What step is this?" She breathed against his mouth.
He rested his forehead against hers. "I can't remember." He needed to back off. His erection was nearing maximum level of torture endurance. He would explode soon.
He took a deep breath. The scent of her blood ensnared him, refusing to let him go. Her pounding heart thrummed into his pores, into his bones. God help him, he couldn't stop.
With a growl of surrender, he drew her earlobe into his mouth and suckled. Her moan reverberated through him. He thought he moaned back, but he was no longer sure. He could no longer distinguish between her thumping heart and his own, her sighs of pleasure and his own. They were becoming one. He wanted inside her. He belonged inside her.
He splayed his hands over her rump and pulled her harder against him. She gasped and tightened her grip on his shoulders. He rubbed his nose against her carotid artery, letting his head fill with the scent of her rushing blood. His gums tingled. He gripped her rear, grinding her against his erection.
"Mon Dieu, I want you." He tilted his head back, trying to regain a modicum of control. He couldn't allow his fangs to shoot out. Or his dick to shoot off. He attempted to think through the haze of lust. He couldn't bed her here. If he teleported, he could have her in his bedroom within seconds, but no doubt she'd notice the sudden change of scenery.