Adam flushed. Between the blood rushing south and the blood flooding his cheeks, he’d need a refill sooner than later. Hopefully later because, damn it, that teasing expression had him about to drop to his knees for this woman.
She hadn’t moved away from him. No. She actually tipped closer.
To his unending surprise, his slayer wanted him, too.
“You know what? On second thought, it doesn’t matter. Right now it’s just you and me and…”
She moved into his chest. His fingers flexed, desperate to reach for her, but he still couldn’t bring himself to do it.
She knew.
How?
No clue.
But Tabby knew.
“Can I touch you?” she murmured.
Adam swallowed roughly, fighting back his aroused moan. Her hands on him felt like heaven. “You never have to ask me that,” he told her gruffly. “If you want it, my body is yours.”
Her sweet voice developed a husky edge to it. “You might just regret saying that to me. I’m a slayer. I can kill you in a hundred different ways.”
That shouldn’t be anywhere near as sexy as it was. He angled his head, tucking his chin so that he was staring straight into her dark brown eyes. “If you wanted me dead,” he rasped back, “I’d already be dust.”
“Exactly. Lucky for you, I know just as many ways to make you feel good.”
She placed her palm beneath his pecs. Adam jolted in place, her caress an electric shock that nearly brought him back to life; a fucking astounding feat for a dead man. As her hand traced down his torso, whispering over his t-shirt before boldly cupping his cock, he knew that maybe she was right.
She might just kill him—but if the promise in her boast had any truth to it, he’d be a happy bastard for a little while before he did.
13
If she didn’t have her hand wrapped around the hard, heavy length of his erection, Tabby might wonder if she was taking things too far. If she was being too pushy.
He could say no anytime he wanted to.
Adam was an adult. So was she.
And Tabby would never forgive herself if she left Grayson before she gave in to her attraction to this Nightwalker.
Besides, he brought the condoms. You don’t bring condoms to an obvious hook-up unless you’re down for sex. Like she told him before, that was all the answer she needed.
She used her fingertips to gently stroke his cock. My body is yours… if that’s how he honestly felt, she was going to take it.
“Come with me,” she murmured, slowly drawing her hand away from him. To her delight, his whole body jerked, his hips thrusting in her direction as if his abandoned dick was eager to have her stroking it again.
Without looking behind her, Tabby strolled slowly to her bedroom. She didn’t have to look. She knew without a doubt that, as if he was a puppy on a lead, he’d follow her wherever she went.
She paused when she crossed the threshold, turning into Adam. Like she thought, he was right on her ass. His hands shot out, clasping her around her middle, squatting enough so that he could immediately begin grinding the bulge in his jeans against her aching pussy.
Oh, yeah.
They were so doing this.
Almost reluctantly, Tabby pulled away from Adam. She booped him on the nose with her pointer finger, grinning in delight when he threw his head back and swallowed his groan. She could see his fangs protruding past his bottom lip, longer than they’d been anytime except for when he bit her.
Holy Jesus, would he bite her tonight?