"Giving you a tour of the place," he said with a wicked grin. "Starting here, and ending in the bedroom."
"That's a short tour," Daisy teased.
"That's all there is to see, except for his office and the view from the balcony."
Daisy slid her hands up and down Erik's chest, then rose on her tiptoes and kissed him. "Let's save those for later."
"Much later," Erik agreed as he drew her sweater over her head, revealing a lacy white bra.
Daisy kicked off her sandals and shimmied out of her jeans.
"Beautiful," Erik murmured as he removed her bra and caressed her out of her bikini briefs. "More than beautiful."
He undressed quickly, grinning under Daisy's avid gaze.
Swinging her into his arms, he carried her down a short hallway. A flicker of energy brought a dozen candles to life, revealing the largest, most garish bedroom Daisy had ever seen. She glanced around, somewhat awed by what she saw. The walls were papered in a dark red print. The carpets were the same shade, as were the heavy velvet drapes drawn over the single window. An enormous bed covered with a black spread took up a good portion of the room. A black stone fireplace took up one entire wall; a TV screen took up another wall from floor to ceiling. There were more paintings in this room, all originals, Daisy assumed, and all beautiful. Figurines of varying sizes--all depicting demons, dragons, or vampires stalking their prey--occupied an antique curio cabinet.
"It's like being in hell's waiting room," Daisy murmured.
Erik laughed as he placed her in the center of the bed. "You make it heaven."
"Flatterer."
"Have I told you that I love you?"
"Not lately."
"I love you, Daisy O'Donnell, Blood Thief extraordinaire, with everything that I am, my whole being."
His words warmed her heart, her soul. "I love you, too, but you know that, don't you?"
He nodded.
"Is it enough, Erik? Can love be enough for two people who are as different as we are?"
He ran his knuckles up and down her cheek, then cupped her face in his hands. "I don't know, Daisy darlin'. I hope so."
She didn't want to have to think about it now, didn't want to worry about the past or the future. She wanted only to live for this moment, with his body covering hers, his hands lightly caressing her while he rained kisses over her face, her neck, her br**sts.
A soft moan rose in her throat when she felt his fangs lightly scrape the skin along the side of her neck. Threading her fingers through his hair, she drew him closer, her body arching up to meet his as his tongue laved the tender skin beneath her ear. His body melded with hers, stroking lightly, as his fangs pierced her skin.
She folded her hands over his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as sensation after sensation washed over her. She had heard of two becoming one, but she had never experienced anything like this. It was beyond pleasure, beyond ecstasy. Belatedly, she realized she was also feeling what Erik was feeling, what he was thinking.
She sobbed his name as wave after sensual wave exploded deep within her. A moment later, he shuddered and then, with a sigh, buried his face in her shoulder.
He held her for several minutes while their breathing returned to normal and the perspiration cooled on their flesh. When he would have rolled away, she wrapped her arms around him and held him close.
"I'm too heavy for you," he murmured.
"No." It was a welcome weight. She smiled inwardly, thinking about what she had learned while they made love. He adored her. He thought she was beautiful, that her skin was baby soft, that her hair was like russet-colored silk, that her blood was sweeter than the finest wine.
"You heard all that, huh?"
"Oh, yes," she replied. "And more."
Erik grunted softly. "I'll have to be careful about what I'm thinking in the future."
"Did you feel what I was feeling, too?"
"Sure. It goes both ways, you know."
He eased up onto his elbows and gazed down at her. "I never thought of myself as a hottie."
"I wasn't thinking that!"
"No?"
"Well, maybe for a minute."
He lifted one brow.
"Okay, two minutes, three at the most."
His laughter washed over her. "Ah, Daisy, my little flower, do you know how much I love you?"
She ran her hands over his shoulders, down his chest to where their bodies were still joined. "How much?"
Leaning down, he kissed the tip of her nose. "More than words can say."
"Really?" She raked her nails over his chest. "Then I guess you'll just have to show me."
"Like this?" Rolling onto his side, he dropped butterfly kisses on her brow, her cheeks, the curve of her throat.
She shivered with delight as he continued his slow assault on her senses, his tongue like a flame as he licked her br**sts and belly, then kissed his way down the sensitive skin along the inside of her thigh.
Only when she was writhing in delicious torment did he cover her body with his.
Daisy was hovering on the brink of sleep when her cell phone rang. Rolling onto her side, she reached over the edge of the bed, searching for her handbag. "Hello?"
"Where are you?"
"Alex!" She sat up, suddenly wide awake. "What time is it? Is something wrong?"
"I don't know what time it is. Four thirty, five. Just get home. And bring the vampire with you."
"The vampire?" Erik's deep voice rumbled from the other side of the bed.
Daisy's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. "Alex wants us to come home," she told him, and then wondered why she bothered. No doubt Erik had heard every word Alex had said.
"Daisy, you still there?"
"Yes, Alex. What's going on?"
"I got an answer to that e-mail."
"Oh! We'll be there as soon as we can." Daisy looked at Erik and whispered, "It'll be light out soon. Will that be a problem for you?"
"Not if you don't mind my spending the day at your house."
"I don't mind," she said with a mischievous grin. "You can sleep in my bed, like Sleeping Beauty. And I'll wake you later with a kiss."
"Very funny."
"Daisy?"
"Alex, I said we'll be there as soon as we can." After disconnecting the call, she looked at the time. "Five fifteen." The sun would be rising in another hour or so. "What's he doing up at this time of the morning, anyway?"