When He Was Bad
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She smiled at him. You wanting to go again, Lawson? Talk about a dream man.
The back of his hand caressed her cheek. Did you knowhe spoke softly, but with a trace of need that was undeniablethat in the wild, jaguars can mate over one hundred times a day?
All of the moisture in her mouth dried up. Oh . . . Impossible, for a man, surely, and there was no way
He kissed her. Quick, but almost tender. The needs not gone yet, baby. One fast time in an office isnt gonna cut it for me. A pause. Itll take a hell of a lot more to satisfy the hunger Ive got for you. His lips hovered over hers. I want a big bed, I want you, and I want all night, for starters.
Sounded like a great plan to her. But
And once we get this asshole off our backs, thats just what Im gonna get.
Ah, there was the but. The vampire.
Another kiss. A slow glide of his tongue. That soft rumble of sound from deep in the back of his throat that she was definitely terming a purr now.
She leaned into the kiss, loving the rich tang of his
His head jerked away. Dammit. Santiagos coming this way.
And she sure did love that superhearing.
Her fingers quickly smoothed down her skirt. Righted her shirt and the bra that was bunched all over the place. She searched, found her shoes and slid into them just as Cain ditched the condom and righted his jeans. She saw him wrap the condom in tissue, then drop it deep into the bottom of the trash can.
Her thighs squeezed together. She was damp, from him, from her
Here, baby. Cain put a tissue between her legs. Cleaned her gently.
His touch had her nipples tightening again. Her body responded like wildfire to the man.
Almost likelike she was in some kind of heat for the guy.
Shed sure as hell never responded so fast or so hard to any of the other lovers shed had.
He snagged her panties. Started to hand them to her, then stopped and she saw his nostrils flare
Give me those! She snatched them from him. They were still a bit damp, but she wasnt about to go around without panties for the rest of the day.
Okay, yeah, shed just had great sex on a desk.
But she needed her panties, dammit!
A knock at the door sounded seconds after the panties were in place.
Lawson? What the hell are you doing in there?
Her cheeks heated as Cain opened the door. Strategizing with Miranda.
Oh, was that what theyd been doing? Jeez, but she hoped the agent didnt catch the scent of sex in the air.
Santiago grunted and sauntered inside as if he owned the place. Sam would have said since he was a Bureau boy, he thought hedid. Santiago pointed a finger at Cain. You didnt give me a status report on the last couple of feeding rooms you checked out.
Feeding rooms? Some of her passion began to cool. What in the world was a feeding room?
Cain slanted a glance toward Miranda. No sign of him at the rooms within a hundred-mile radius.
What, she asked quietly, but with a pretty strong suspicion already in her mind, is a feeding room? Miranda shifted a bit. Wet panties were so not comfortable.
Vampire paradise, Santiago answered. Shed learned over the past few days that although the agent was human, hed apparently picked up quite a bit of supernatural knowledge while he worked with Cain.
And the longer she was around Cain, the more knowledge she was picking up too. Her rose-colored glasses had long since broken.
They feed there, Cain said, looking perfectly normal and at ease. As if he hadnt just had wild sex. Well, his cheeks were a bit flushed, and his gaze held a faint, heated gleam when he glanced her way. They take humans. Blood and bodies. He shrugged. Figured if I checked out the nearby rooms, I could either find the bastard or get a lead on him.
Her eyes narrowed. So thats where youve been going each night?
He gave a quick nod.
Huh. Shed heard him creep out for the last two nights, only to return hours later. He hadnt left her alone. Oh, no. Santiago had always stayed at the house, though usually when shed snuck down the hallway, Miranda had just found him sleeping on her sofa.
Well, great. And these vampires in these rooms. From the way he described them, feeding rooms sounded basically like vampire bars to her. Uh, how do they feel about a shifter coming into their territory?
A sharp laugh escaped Santiagos lips. They hate it when he comes to play.
Oh, she just bet they did. You think going in those rooms, alone, is really a good idea? No sane person would think it was. Did he have some kind of death wish? Just walking into a den of vampires?
In. Sane.
You knew I was hunting, he told her, voice expressionless.
Yeah, and she was liking this hunting of his less and less.
Theres another place in Miami that we can try tonight. A feeding room at the beach.
One close to her profiles fictional home. Im coming with you.
His jaw tightened. The hell you are.
The vampires arent going to tell you anything
Trust me, baby, Ive got some pretty good methods of persuasion. His lips peeled back in a smile that showed his sharp teeth.