fear.â He held up the forgotten bag of sugary goodness. âIf you put out, Iâll give you your sugar.â
Valerie snorted laughter against her sleeve. Clever man.
âWe can try, at least,â John continued. âDo you feel nothing for me?â
She knew herself to be brave. Six months ago, Valerie had accepted Lanceâs challenge to change and she had been transformed beyond all measure. What price would this choice demand? Did she have the courage to embrace everything this love had to offer as well?
She sucked in air, giving herself a rush from the oxygen. Screw fear.
âI feel much for you,â Valerie answered, and held out her hand.
John clasped her offered hand and yanked her body into him. Their baby bumped into him first and then his mouth landed on hers. He would not allow her to think anymore. He had seen the play of emotions on his dangerous girlâs face.
Valerieâs teeth clicked against his as they kissed openmouthed. He drove his fingers into her sun-hot hair. Holding her head motionless, he ran his tongue along the slick surface of her lower lip. The vampire growled, low in her throat, and grabbed his ass. They were of a height, two pale, dark-haired lovers shoving against each other.
Valerieâs hard fists gathered at the collar of his shirt and ripped it apart. The wail of the fabric was nothing to the groan John gave up when she frantically began combing through his chest hair.
In retaliation, he pulled the triangles of her bikini top to the sides, baring her breasts.
âSexy, sexy,â he crooned as he pushed her small tits into cleavage. John had thought her skin would be tight and hard from her years of physical work, but she had the softest skin he had touched. The plant woman of his youth no longer rated as the softest, deadliest of his partners. This one had the potential to hurt him far worse.
Valerieâs sharp nails on his nipples jackknifed him forward until he planted his face in her chest. She jerked and scratched at his back when he licked between her breasts.
If she were this sensitive above the waist, what would happen if he licked her hidden jewel box?
Nudge by nudge, kiss by kiss, he backed her up to the edge of the kitchen table and settled her on the lip of the surface.
âWhat are you doing?â Valerie asked, her brows drawing together in confusion.
He dropped to his knees in front of her. âMaking you come, silly girl.â
Her head jerked back in indignation. âI have never been silly in my entire life.â A throaty, almost canine growl curled her lip and caused the head of his ice-hard cock to emerge from the waistband of his jeans. He pressed the heel of his hand against his penis, humming in pleasure at the constriction of his jeans.
Her eyes widened at the sight. âThat is mine,â she claimed.
âIn time.â Grinning at her, he spread her legs. With a reverent murmur, he buried his face in her still-covered pussy. Apparently, vampires did not lubricate like humans. Her moisture was thicker, more viscous. Here, her aroma of rosemary turned sharper, more pinelike and resinous. He swallowed and dragged the flat of his tongue along the crease of the bikini fabric that hugged her cleft.
She dug her nails into the edge of the table, cracking the finish with her nails. Valerieâs head dropped back, baring her throat. With a violent thrust, she cocked her hips, exposing even more of her vulva to him.
Taking her up on her invitation, John pushed the crotch of her bikini bottoms aside, revealing her pussy.
Like a rare orchid, her labia flared out in hot magenta petals. Adding to her exotic look, fine black hairs modestly veiled her drenched labia and extended clitoris.
âFuck.â
Her hoarse whisper rolled around the kitchen as he opened her fully to his gaze.
Giving in to his urge to show off, he brushed his mouth over one side of her, the soft hair tickling his lips. Up the other