Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“Yes, and I have never seen anything more beautiful then you when I made you come.”
Her heart skidded for a second and her stomach fluttered. What was this man doing to her? He was making her feel things she had never felt before. And worse, he was making it much too easy to fall in love with him.
She quickly chased the thought from her head, not wanting him to hear it. Not wanting to think it herself, for it was absurd. Wasn’t it?
“That’s not fair,” she said playfully. “You saw me, and I didn’t get to see you completely naked.
“I can remedy that,” he said and dropped his towel.
Lara stared; she couldn’t help it. He was gorgeous from top to bottom and definitely in between. If perfection existed, then he certainly was perfect, except—of course—he was a vampire. How did she ever get around that fact?
“I am who I am, Lara, nothing will change that,” he said and took a step toward her.
She didn’t step away from him; she didn’t want to. And that troubled her even more.
“Vampires aren’t the evil creatures portrayed in books and movies. We’re simply a different species from humans.”
“Far different,” she added. “You can kill in a single bite.”
“A useful trait,” he said with a smile.
“It’s not funny,” she scolded.
“I would never hurt you,” —his eyes darkened and the tips of his fangs peeked from beneath his upper lip— “though I would kill anyone who did.”
Lara shivered, his intense tone making it apparent that he would do just that. But why did he feel so compelled to protect her? They had only met. It was nothing more than lust that he felt for her. Wasn’t it?
She felt gentle warmth encircle her, as if wrapped in a loving embrace and she wanted to turn into it and burrow in its overwhelming comfort. Never had she felt so safe and secure in her life.
“Two choices, Lara,” Michael whispered in her ear, though he had not moved from where he was standing. “Join me in bed now, only if you’re ready for me to make you mine or have a drink with me and we can talk.”
What did make you mine entail was the question she was afraid to ask, so she chose the easier of the two, or was it?
“I’ll join you for a drink.”
He scooped his towel up off the floor, though didn’t wrap it around his waist, and walked to the door. She continued to admire his naked body, while wondering if she would eventually surrender completely to him. It seemed inevitable at this point, but it was the consequences that disturbed her the most.
He stopped before opening the bedroom door and turned to her. “It is inevitable; you will completely surrender to me. You will be mine.” He turned, opened the door, and walked out, shutting it behind him.
A quivering thrill raced through her and she scolded herself. “What’s the matter with you? You’re not some helpless damsel who melts at the feet of some mighty warrior. You’re a modern woman who makes wise decisions when it comes to her sex life.”
Who was she kidding? She hadn’t made a wise decision about her sex life since she had surrendered her virginity to Jason Ketchum when she was eighteen. It had been a big disappointment on both sides and the only reason she had done it was out of sheer stupidity. All her friends had lost their virginity years before, and she had felt left out. Jason had always had a thing for her, though she had thought it was more for the fact that he was obsessed with cemeteries or perhaps it had been death he had been obsessed with. So, on a hot summer night she had lost her virginity in a cemetery, though she had drawn the line of doing it on top of a grave. Still, she hadn’t been able to shake the thought that all the residents of Blue Creek Cemetery had been watching. She had the feeling Jason must have gotten a similar feeling since he had never bothered with her again after that, though it could have been that it had turned out so bad that neither one of them wanted another go at it.
Lara jumped and was startled out of her musings when the door opened and Michael entered. He wore black sweatpants that hung low on his hips and nothing else. An uncorked bottle of wine was tucked in the crook of his arm and two wine glasses dangled from his fingers.
She stared at him, wondering how he could appear more handsome each time she laid eyes on him.
“Slip into something comfortable and easily removable,” he said with a teasing grin.
She glanced down at herself and though the towel was still wrapped around her, she felt naked. She quickly grabbed her red flannel pajama bottoms and pink thermal top from her suitcase and hurried into the bathroom to slip them on.