The Darkest Kiss (Riley Jenson Guardian 6)

I raised my eyebrows at the hint of scorn in his voice. "I was told they weren't."

"That depends on your definition of hooker, doesn't it? If they sell their bodies for the high life and gifts, is that not a form of prostitution?"

"They might just enjoy sex. There's nothing wrong with that."

"No, there's nothing wrong with it, even if such wanton indulgence does sometimes offend the stiff sensibilities of very old vampires."

"I'm glad you said that."

"If I didn't, you probably would have." He smiled another sweet smile, unraveling a few more threads of control. "However, these women ask for their favors first. That, in my opinion, makes them pros."

Well, yeah, if you were intent on defining prostitution, asking for payment before the act would definitely be one of the criteria. "So you've had personal experience with the Trollops?"

He shook his head. "Not personally, but I have friends - "

"No," I interrupted, feigning surprise. "You actually have friends? How shocking."

His laugh was soft and warm, filling his dark eyes with mirth and causing that flame of desire to burn even brighter. "Yes, even the control freak has friends."

I smiled. "I'm glad."

"So am I." He reached out again, and this time, the palm of his hand cupped my cheek as his thumb lightly brushed across my lips.

One touch.

One single, solitary touch.

And it felt so good that tears briefly filled my eyes. God, how long had it been since anyone had caressed me with any sort of feeling or gentleness? I may have voluntarily restrained my more sexual nature, but a lot of that had been the simple distaste of not wanting just another hand on me. I'd wanted more - had needed more. And with that one simple caress, I knew that I could not let it end here tonight.

I leaned forward and kissed him.

For the briefest of moments, he didn't react. Then his other hand came to my cheek, holding my face gently, tenderly, as he deepened our kiss.

And it felt like I was tasting heaven. Felt like I was coming home after a long, long absence. And the part of me that had died when Kellen walked away came to aching life, fueling the desire that burned around us to even greater heights. Yet despite that fire - despite the urgency that sung through every fiber of my being - our kiss was slow and tender, and so very, very thorough.

After what could have been hours, he groaned - an almost demanding sound that vibrated through my soul. A sound I understood completely. Because, like him, I wanted more than just his lips. I wanted him, all of him. Wanted to feel him in my mind, in my body, in my soul.

Which would be a little hard to achieve, given our current location.

He opened his eyes and stared into mine. "What do you want, Riley?"

"I want you." My voice was little more than a breathy rasp of sound, but it didn't matter. He would have heard it had there been a mile between us.

"Just this once? Or do you want more?" He gave me a lopsided smile that made my heart do happy little cartwheels. "I can't change what I am any more than you can. And I prefer not to go any further if this is all there is. I can't do casual when it's you and me."

My gaze searched his for a moment, then I raised my hands, capturing his and lowering them to my lap. "I haven't done casual for months. I stopped having sex after Kellen left."

Surprise crossed his features, but I was relieved to see that there was no incredulousness. He believed me, when so few others had when I first told them. "How did you get around the moon heat?"

I grimaced. "Well, I couldn't, but aside from those few days, I've abstained."

"I guess that explains the desire that just about blew me off my feet."

"Yeah. Sorry about that."

He laughed softly. "Don't be. It was a nice reaction to get." He studied me for a moment, then said, "You haven't told me why."

I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "Because I wanted something more than just the touch of a stranger. I wanted the caring, the emotion, that I got with Kellen. And with you."