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)
“I thought perhaps you might want to wash up before supper, which I thought we would have in about an hour.”
Lara turned, having recalled seeing a clock on the mantel. She was shocked to see that it was almost six in the evening.
She nodded, though for a moment thought about questioning him about her dream. But what if it hadn’t been a dream? What if it somehow had been real? What if he had called her to him, made her want him? Made her have the best orgasm she had ever had so far.
So far? Did she expect to have more orgasms with him?
Had she gone completely insane? Of course she had, there was no other explanation.
She gave herself a moment before attempting to get to her feet, not trusting her legs, recalling how they had gone weak while in his arms.
His arms.
They had felt so strong around her, and she had felt so protected, like a warrior of old who would do anything to protect the woman he loved.
Loved?
Love had nothing to do with this and, besides, was a vampire even capable of love?
“There is something on your mind.”
With a suddenness that startled her, she realized that... “It wasn’t a dream, was it?” she said as if demanding he clarify it.
“You came to me,” he said, stepping further into the room.
“Because you called me,” she corrected.
“No, I did not call you. I thought of you, wanted you, but I never called out to you. You came to me of your own volition.”
Lara got to her feet quickly, keeping the blanket against her chest, as if the pathetic excuse for a shield would somehow protect her.
“You can’t deny that you want me, Lara.”
“Do I or have you placed the thought in my head?”
“I don’t manipulate women. I have no need to. I told you...fully awake and also fully willing are the only ways I will make love to you.”
She couldn’t help but ask, “Do vampires love?”
“Vampires love more strongly than any human. Our heightened senses don’t allow us to love any other way. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. The intensity of such strong love feeds a vampire almost as much as the blood we drink.”
“Love and blood, a strange combination.”
“Yet both life-sustaining.”
He had stepped closer, and her shield was useless, her body sparking. How could that be after she just had two orgasms? Yet here she was ready for more. She never remembered feeling so full of lust.
He stepped away from her, going to the cabinet and pouring himself a glass of wine. “You should go refresh yourself and join me here when you’re ready.”
Lara dropped the throw on the chair and scooped up the books she had been reading and hugged them to her chest. She wanted them for later, but now she wanted them to hide her untethered breasts. Untethered breasts? What did she think? That she was in a romance novel and that love would prevail against all odds and there’d be a happy ending to this unbelievable tale? She’d probably wind up bitten by a vampire while having sex with him—she shook her head at the absurdity of her thoughts and hurried out of the library and upstairs to her room. She locked the door behind her, though the lock served no real purpose. If Michael wished to enter, he would.
She dropped down on the bed after placing the books on the nightstand.
“Rational thought here, Lara,” she cautioned and turned on her back to stare at the cream-colored ceiling.
“Only if you’re fully awake and fully willing,” she whispered. Those had been his words when it came to making love to her. He had not forced himself on her nor had he bitten her. Her hand went to her neck and her body gave a little shiver, recalling the scrape of his fangs against her skin. She sighed and draped her arm over her eyes. One minute he was scaring the bejesus out of her and the next he was sending her into explosive orgasms.
And the next... She lowered her arm, her eyes remaining fixated on the ceiling. There was that warrior-of-old necessity in him to protect. Even if she wasn’t the woman he loved, he still protected her—even from herself, so it seemed.
Had she really sensed his desires and hunted them down? She laughed. She was like a vampire herself, though it wasn’t blood that drove her, it was sex. She laughed again. She had gone from dormant to raging hormones with one look at Michael. But then a woman would have to be dead not to respond to him. Or would she be dead if she did?
Lara popped up off the bed. “Enough. Enough,” she scolded herself. “Take a nice, hot shower and don’t dare think.”
She went through her suitcase and chose black leggings, and a black sweater with silver threads throughout. It was oversized, loose, and comfy. Forget tight and sexy, it would only get her in trouble. But wasn’t she already in trouble?