“I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.” He shrugged out of his shirt, then stood and shucked his shoes and pants.

When he lowered his boxer briefs, an audible intake of breath came from Katie. He looked at her. Her mouth had dropped open and she was staring at his cock, which now curved against his belly, hard and heavy.

“Take off your jeans, Katie,” he commanded, “because if I have to do it, I’m afraid I’m going to shred them.”

She lifted her eyes to meet his gaze. Not breaking eye contact, she opened her pants and shimmied out of them. Beneath the denim, she wore black lace panties matching her bra.

When her hands went to the front clasp of her bra, he stopped her, “Don’t. I’d like to do that.”

Luther put one knee onto the mattress and joined her on the bed.

25

The old mattress depressed under Luther’s weight, but Katie barely noticed it. Her attention was focused on Luther’s beautiful body. She’d never seen a man like him, certainly not naked and this close up. He was magnificent, the embodiment of power and strength.

Not even the many scars on his torso could take away from that. On the contrary, they seemed to add to the image of the powerful vampire who now brought his body over hers and pressed her into the sheets.

When she felt his strong thighs spread her legs and slide into the space between them, a contented sigh came over her lips.

“Is this what you want, Katie? A vampire like me in your bed?” He slid his palm over her breast, caressing her through the lace. “Touching you?” He rocked his cock against her center. “Fucking you?”

She arched off the mattress, pressing against him, wanting more of the delicious friction he provided. “Don’t be a tease.”

He chuckled. “You mean like you? Like you teased me until you got what you wanted?”

“I haven’t yet gotten what I wanted.”

Luther lowered his face to hers. “Oh yeah, and what is it you really want, Katie? Aside from being fucked by me?”

She held his penetrating gaze, pushing back the thoughts that leapt to the forefront of her mind. To forget and feel safe again. Luther could at least help her attain one of those things, the other she had to find within herself.

“I just want to feel you inside me. That’s all I care about.”

“That I can give you,” he said, before he brushed his lips against hers. “Many times over.”

His kiss was passionate and all-consuming, his hands gentle and more tender than she’d expected. He didn’t rush it, instead, he explored her thoroughly. Just like his tongue licked and stroked her with unwavering confidence, his hands roamed her body like a man who had all the time in the world.

Katie let her hands travel over his body, caressing his strong muscles, exploring every ridge and groove. When he pulled back, she wanted to protest, but he put a finger to her lips to stop her.

He trailed his hand down one side of her neck and ran it between her breasts until he reached the clasp of her bra. He looked up and locked eyes with her.

“I would never close my eyes while making love to you.” He unhooked the clasp with one hand.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Luther, you don’t—”

“I mean it.” He peeled away the cups of her bra and exposed her bare breasts. “When you showed your boobs to Bauer, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” He brushed his knuckles over one breast.

“Vampires can’t suffer heart attacks,” she said between a sigh and a moan.

“When you invited him to sink his fangs into your breasts, it looked real, like you meant it. I couldn’t tell if you were acting.”

Luther dipped his head to her breast and licked over her nipple.

A strangled moan tore from her throat, and she thrust her breasts toward him, silently asking for more. But he held back.

“Or weren’t you acting? Did you mean it when you invited him to sink his fangs into your tits?” There was an angry undertone in Luther’s voice.

Katie sucked in a breath, when Luther’s lips suddenly closed around her nipple and sucked on it.

“Oh God!” she cried out, suddenly aching for more, for something deeper.

Luther looked up at her. “Did you want it?”

“No!” she protested. It was the truth. She hadn’t wanted the prison guard’s fangs in her. In fact, she’d been disgusted by the thought.

Luther’s eyes turned darker. He growled softly, then kissed her breasts, nibbling and sucking on them. She loved the way he devoured them, almost as if he were feasting on them, while farther below, he rocked against her in a slow but steady rhythm, igniting her desire for him even more.