“Mmm.” She couldn’t seem to manage anything more coherent.
“How about this?” Fingers replaced the soap, slick and skilled. Circled, danced, strummed. She panted, rolling her hips in tiny, needy jerks as he tormented her gently.
His mouth found the side of her neck, nibbled until she turned her head to find his lips blindly. They kissed, his hands skimming her with soapy fingers. He stroked nipples, followed the curve of breasts, traced belly button and hip bone. Found erogenous zones she didn’t even know she had, and played over them until she quivered in response.
No lover had ever made her body leap like this. Lost in the hot honey rise of passion, she reached back and hooked an arm around his neck, arching into his hands, gasping.
No, she’d never had a man like this.
very fluid movement of her long, lush body was an act of seduction. She twisted and rolled, stroking herself against him like a cat, purring and lazy with pleasure. Her nipples jutted, hard and pink and sweet as candy atop breasts that filled his hands with satin warmth. Foam rolled down her body, hissing and popping in gentle accompaniment to the lapping of warm water around them.
Ridge was hard as marble against her ass, and his fangs ached with the need to taste her. Her heartbeat pumped a demanding beat in his ears. He knew he must have wanted a woman this much in his decades as a vampire.
But damned if he could remember when.
Need beat in his blood, pulsed in the root of his fangs and the thick jut of his cock. He felt like distilled lust, a pure and blazing psychic heat. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep from claiming her.
Sliding a finger deep into creamy flesh, Ridge moaned. God, she felt so tight, yet so impossibly slick and ready. The thought of how she’d feel clasping him made him shudder.
Kat rolled her head against his shoulder, arching her neck in invitation. He bent his head to kiss her there again . . .
And felt the big vein pulsing against his lips in thumping temptation. His eyes slid closed, and he pressed the tips of his fangs against that vein.
“Yes.” She gasped. Her Southern Comfort voice sounded even more throaty, and her gaze met his, fey and wi
tchy with need. “Do it. Take me.”
He somehow wrestled enough self-control to ask, “You sure?”
“Yes!”
The hunger demanded he fall on her like a wolf, but he fought it back and kissed her there slow, teasing.
Then he bit. Her flesh gave under the sharp slice of his fangs, blood filling his mouth. She arched with a shocked little cry. He started feeding pleasure back to her in long pulses, keeping time with every swallow of her blood.
he felt the first bright, scarlet sting of his teeth as a sudden shock. But delight flooded in behind the flash of pain—a dark, intense pleasure that was somehow all feral male, as if he magically shared what he felt.
All the while, those big hands stroked, one tugging slippery nipples, the other seeking between her thighs. Sliding parted fingers back and forth around her clit until long curls of delight spiraled up her spine like red ribbons.
The orgasm took her by surprise, a dazzling explosion that made sparks flash in front of her eyes. She cried out.
He growled at the sound. Lifted his head.
Before she quite knew what was happening, he rolled with her, sweeping her under his body, bracing her backside on the seat rimming the tub. Then he was between her thighs and inside her in one long, breathtaking lunge. Kat yowled again at the sheer overwhelming wonder of the sensation.
It felt like he filled her to the throat, deliciously ruthless, surrounding her in slick male muscle, hot and wet and very, very ready. With a rumbling growl, he began to thrust.
Kat hooked her heels over his ass and ground back at him, giving as good as she got, mindless with the clawing rise of need. Wanting more. On the razored verge of something she couldn’t identify. Something she had to have, if only . . .
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. More. Only a little bit more, and she’d . . .
He roared, a deep bellow of passion, stiffening against her, pulsing deep.
At first she thought it was another orgasm. Hot white, blinding, a delicious, searing pleasure that had her convulsing against him.
And then the pleasure bled away, and she could see again. It seemed she was somewhere else, a room she recognized.
And she saw—