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)
Yup, she officially had lost her mind.
She popped up off the chair. “It’s been a long and,” —she searched for a fitting word— “crazy day. Time for bed.”
“Mine or yours?” Michael asked, standing.
She had to grin while she shook her head. “Mine and alone.”
“My bedroom door is always open to you.”
She opened her mouth, but words failed her.
“Why deny what your body aches for?” he asked in a much too softly alluring tone that she fought to ignore.
“One word—vampire. Make that two—crazy.”
“Then let yourself be crazy for tonight and the next few days. Enjoy what I can give you.”
Why not, she thought. Why not have great sex with him while stuck here in a snowstorm? When it was over, though, then what? Does she simply walk away, knowing she’d never have such great sex again? Or was it that she had already started to feel something for this man—vampire— and she just might want more?
“You’re nothing that I would expect a vampire to be,” she said.
“You sound as if you accuse me of a crime.”
“It would be so much easier if you were like the evil, bloodsucking creatures in the books.”
“Then I would simply put you under my spell, suck your blood, and make you one of us, and that is not what true vampires do. They do not take what is not offered.”
“So, if I told you that I wanted you to bite me...”
“I would make it memorable, and you would not regret it.”
It would be so easy to surrender to him, to share a moment in time that would leave her with...memories. But would memories be enough for her.
With sadness in her heart, she said, “I will see you in the morning.”
“Sleep well, Lara,” he said.
“And you.” She turned quickly. “You don’t sleep.”
“We do, though we don’t require as much sleep as humans.”
She nodded and hurried out of the room, thinking that he would be up wandering the house as she slept. But there was no need to worry. Vampire or not, and odd as it seemed, she trusted Michael. It was herself who she didn’t trust.
Once in her room, she slipped out of the purple robe and climbed into bed prepared to read through some of the books she had collected from the library. She didn’t think sleep would come easily to her, but reading would help, though choice of subject matter might prove to make it more difficult.
Lara lay beneath the warm quilt, staring at the ceiling with no thought of reaching for a book. Her mind ran wild with the day’s strange happenings and again she wondered if she would wake and find that it all had been nothing but a dream.
But did she want it to be? Her father had been a practical man and had taught her that there was a reasonable explanation for everything. It was a debate on the unexplainable she had won with someone online that had encouraged her to start her blog.
Now here she was Ms Reasonable-Explanation-For-Everything finding herself in a situation that had no sensible reasoning to it. And, of course, how rational was it to want to have sex with a vampire?
She moaned and her cheeks blushed pink as she recalled how Michael had made her come—twice—in the shower. She couldn’t imagine an orgasm any better than that one, yet Michael had implied that it was only the beginning.
Lara squeezed her legs closed tightly against the titillating tingle that gripped her. She was on lust overload and the only thing that would satisfy it...sex with a vampire.
“Stop,” she shouted. She had to stop thinking about Michael and sex or she’d be calling him to her. And her resolve was growing weaker by the minute and before she knew it she’d be begging him to make love to her.
“Read,” she ordered. “Yeah, right...read about vampires. That will help.”
She shook her head. She was comfortable, the quilt warm, and her eyes heavy. Sleep was not far off, so why fight it. At least it would give her a reprieve from her chaotic thoughts. She snuggled deeper beneath the quilt and soon drifted off to sleep.
Lara bolted up in bed, her eyes wide and trying desperately to adjust to the dark. The fire in the fireplace had dwindled down to a few embers and there was a decisive chill in the air. She hurried to reach over to the lamp on the nightstand and turn it on, but it didn’t work. She scrambled across the bed to the other light and turned the switch—nothing.
Had the generator gone out again? The lights had been on when she had returned to her room after supper. How long ago was that? Had she slept several hours? Was it nearing morning?
Reluctantly, she left the warm bed, glad she had slept in her socks and stumbled around the room in search of her purse. She might not be able to get a signal, but her cell phone would still show the time.