Holy hell was that the wrong thing to say. My blood pressure goes up several notches. Staring at him, he glances at me sideways and asks, “Do you live much further away?” He has an amused look on his face.
Grayson, thank the old gods, chooses that moment to announce our arrival.
“Not much further, no,” I reply thankfully.
He laughs in relief, which makes me smile.
CHAPTER FOUR
G rayson pulls up outside my front door and gets out to open the car door for me.
Cole follows quickly, staring up at the house in surprise. “Wow, this is some house you've got.”
“It'll do,” I respond, eager to get him inside.
Hoping Devon is nowhere to be found, since that's still a conversation needing to be had with Cole about our living arrangement, I push open the massive front door.
Stepping into the foyer, my heels clack on the marble floor. I quickly slip them off to keep the noise to a minimum. I can see that Cole is in awe of the grandeur of the place. I don’t have modest tastes, my favorite era being Renaissance Italy, so it doesn’t surprise me that he finds it a bit grandiose and over the top. I grab his hand, distracting him.
“I'm all anticipated out,” I whisper, pulling him over to the staircase. He follows behind me as we ascend the stairs, cursing to myself at how many there are. Fortunately, we don't encounter Devon on the way up. I can't sense him, so he is probably out.
Finally, we get to the third floor. Most of the top floor is my bedroom, bathrooms, and a sitting room that also functions as an office. I have never been more grateful to be opening my bedroom door in my life.
Once inside, Cole takes in his surroundings. My bedroom is out of a history book.
Frescoes on the ceiling, deep red plush carpet, dark wood furniture, a massive marble fireplace and the pièce de résistance, my bed: a king-size canopy, four-poster
handmade and hand carved out of mahogany with intricate detail, with deep red silk sheets to match the carpet and mountains of pillows.
“Wow!” Cole murmurs again. “Sumptuous.” He smiles down at me. I can't hold back any longer.
I pull him to me by his shirt. He crushes his lips to mine as his hands move up and tug on my loose hair. Groaning into my mouth, he moves one hand to the back of my neck and the other further down, trailing a soft finger down my arm. His touch sends me crazy with lust and I want more, so much more, of his hands on me. I pull away and turn around, holding my long hair out of the way, in a silent demand for him to unhook the bustier. I feel his hands reaching up and slowly unhooking the top. He leans down and kisses my shoulder softly. Slowly, so slowly, he unhooks the next one and kisses my other shoulder. Oh, the gods, there are twelve of the damn things! Torturously slow, he makes his way down to the final hook. I am aroused beyond belief. I want to unleash my Vampire dominance on him. I hold back though, wanting him to take the lead.
With the bottom hook still clasped, he turns me around to face him. My breasts are falling free, making his eyes widen in appreciation. Reaching around my back, he unhooks the last tether and the bustier falls, already forgotten to the floor. My breasts are in his hands, his strong fingers tweaking my nipples into two hard points. He is sending sensation after sensation through me. Oh, what this man does to me.
He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and grazing me with his teeth. I think I am going to come right there and then, when he stops.
“Take my shirt off. We seem to have a clothing ratio problem,” he says huskily.
My knees go weak again, but I do as he asks.
Reaching up, I just as slowly undo his top button. Two can play at this game. I smile seductively as I lean forward and kiss him at the base of his throat. Lingering for just a moment, I inhale deeply, feeling his pulse beat against my lips. My fangs aching to descend, I hastily pull away and undo another button. I kiss his chest and his breath quickens. He closes his eyes against the pleasure he's feeling, as another button gets undone, and another kiss. Only two more to go. Sinking to my knees in front of him, he grunts. His erection is right in front of my face. I brush my lips against the fabric. I feel him twitch as he groans softly.
“Please,” he whispers, fisting his hands into my hair.
I take great delight in taking my time as I reach up for the second-to-last button. I kiss his bulge and this time he grabs my hands, pushing them away. He grabs the folds of his shirt and rips the final button away. He drops to his knees, his hands in my hair, down my back, on my breasts. He can't get enough of me. My hands are exploring him every bit as thoroughly as well and I like what I’m feeling. Reaching his waistband, I start to undo his pants just as his hands slip into the waist of my skirt. He grabs my arse and hesitates slightly at the knowledge that I’m not wearing any knickers.
“Oh, baby,” he whispers against my lips. I stand up now and let him pull my skirt down to puddle at my feet. I step out and kick it away.
“Your turn,” I say softly.
He stands and lets his pants drop to the floor. He kicks them away copying my move. He's going commando as well; I note with delight. Dropping back to my knees now with nothing hindering me, I close my mouth over the tip of his very impressive cock. He inhales sharply and fists his hand into my hair. Careful to keep my fangs retracted, I slowly move my mouth down him and back up, rolling my tongue over the tip before I do it again.
“Stop,” he urges suddenly, “I don't want to come. Not yet."
Well, I don't want him to either, so I stop, but stay where I am. He pulls me up by my upper arms until I’m standing, then he bends down and sweeps me off my feet into his well-defined arms. Cradling me, he moves to the bed and gently lays me down.
I’m trying to get used to his slow and gentle love making, rather than the hard and fast, no holds barred fuck that I’m rather partial to. But with him, I want this to last as long as possible.