“I was planning breakfast in bed.”
Nicolas strolled toward her, a cup in each hand. He wore only jeans, low-slung on his hips, the lack of attire accentuating his wide shoulders and sculpted abs. Acacia felt a twinge of anticipation just looking at him.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you.”
She waited for him to join her, greeting him with a deep kiss before accepting the cup of blood. A tease of vanilla and caramel enriched the fluid.
“Perfect,” she sighed.
“Like you.” Nicolas took her hand and led her to the couch. He set their cups on an end table and sat down. He pulled her onto his lap.
“I’ve missed you.” He pressed his face against her hair and inhaled. “Ah, jasmine. You know it’s my favorite scent. So much more original than lavender or roses.”
Roses. The memory of one perfect thornless bloom, fresh from the garden, floated into her mind. She pushed it away and curled up against Nicolas. The coolness of his body and the slow beat of his heart were so familiar.
“Giorgio works you too hard.” He pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “You look tired.”
“That comes from staying up all day. You know me. I’m a night girl all the way.”
“Poor baby. Maybe, I can help you relax.”
His slim fingers slipped along her jaw to the cradle the back of her head, pulling her to him so his lips could seize hers. His other hand slid under the soft pajama top to capture her breast. A familiar heat filled her. She wound her arms around his neck to pull him closer.
“Ah, you missed me, too,” Nicolas whispered as she arched against him. His fingers teased along her spine; every nerve in her body responded. He slid onto the floor and pulled her atop him. His arms trapped her while his mouth captured hers, demanding and still bearing a hint of sweetness from the blood.
She struggled against him, desperate to pull off her clothes and feel his skin against her. Nicolas chuckled and tightened his embrace.
“Later, little one. I need you now.”
He loosened his grip, tugged the pajama pants below her hips and positioned her against his hard shaft. She gasped as he entered and howled when she found release.
“I think our breakfast is cold,” she whispered as the fever left her.
“The drinks can be reheated.” He kissed her hair and added, “Just like you,” with laughter in his voice.
He lifted her onto the couch, rose and picked up their mugs. She rearranged her clothes as she waited for his return from the kitchen. This was exactly what she’d needed after the tense days of pretending to be a short-lifer. She rubbed her side where Nicolas’ fingers dug in. Fast and rough was good. So was sweet and slow. That would come once they were in bed.
Steamy, very nice. Join me next Thursday when I interview one of my fellow LSB authors. ~Tina