If you
want to shut the door until I’m finished, that’s fine too. But I’m not going
anywhere until I look around.”
“Does that normally work for you?” She
hadn’t moved and that surprised him. “I’m not a pushover, you overgrown ape. I’m
pretty good at taking care of myself. You just haul your ass out of my place
and go on over to the front desk and tell them how you’re going to be a good
guy and pay for the door being fixed. On your way out of my place, that is. I’ve
got this under control.”
He wanted to laugh, but he knew without
a doubt she’d shoot. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he needed to get her to
cooperate. He looked around again and wondered aloud where her children were.
“Kids?” She snorted. “Do I strike you as
the motherly type? Don’t answer that. Not that it’s any of your business, but I
don’t have children. Nor do I want any. I’m all happy as a clam without rug
rats running around. Besides, who could afford them?”
She wasn’t the one. He didn’t know why
that depressed him so profoundly, but it did. He started to lower his hands
when she lifted the gun higher. He’d suddenly had enough and moved to her
quickly. After tossing the gun to the bed, he pulled her body to his and held
her there. She nearly knocked his balls up around his throat when she tried to
get away from him.
“Stop. Damn it, woman, what are you
trying to do, unman me?” She snarled at him a word that he assumed meant yes,
and he smiled. Christ, she was a handful. “Okay, I’m going to turn you lose,
but you’re going to behave yourself. If you don’t then I’m going to have to get
rough with you.”
He found he did want to get rough with
her. Get naked and rough. He let her go by degrees and, when he started to step
back, she turned quickly and he was suddenly on his back. All the air rushed
from his lungs and he had to scramble to catch her before she made it to the
door. As it was, all he got was her pant leg and he had to drop her to the
floor to keep her from kicking him in the face.
“Behave,” he shouted at her. When that
didn’t work he put his weight over her struggling body and held her down that
way. She just didn’t seem to know when she was beat. Grabbing her hands, he
pulled them above her head and held them there. A slight memory of doing this
same thing in his dream last night had him still. He looked down at her.
“Do you know me?” Mac leaned in and buried
his nose at her throat. “You smell like the lilacs in my mother’s yard.”
Mac licked the pounding pulse and then
looked up at her when she moaned. Her eyes had darkened more. He had no idea
what color they were naturally, but now they were the most beautiful shade of
purple he’d ever seen. Lowering his head to her mouth, he licked along her
lips. Her sigh made him moan, but before he could seal his mouth over hers, he
heard the sirens coming closer.
He wanted her. Now. And he was pretty
sure she wanted him as badly. But he couldn’t take her right here. He ran his
tongue along her throat again and licked at the vein there. He wanted to be
able to find her again, and he nipped slightly at her throat. Without thinking
about how much he didn’t ever want to bite someone, he sank his fangs deep into
her flesh.
Heaven. Paradise. Utopia. Nothing could
have prepared him for his first bite and he was sure that he’d never be able to
have the same feelings again. While his mind told him she belonged to someone
else, his body demanded he take her now. Drinking deeply again, he swallowed
her into him. Even as he sealed the tiny pricks she was wrapping herself around
him. Christ, he was going to have to pull away or take them to his lair.
“We’re going to have company in a few
minutes, love. And as much as I’d like to oblige you, I’m afraid, for what I
want to do to you, there simply isn’t enough time.” He rocked into her soft
folds again and moaned. “But if you want to come with me now I’m
Jimmy Fallon, Gloria Fallon