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fan bathed her hard nipples, intensifying their craving for his touch.
    He flicked his tongue across and around a nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. She threw her head back with a hiss. His hand stole down her skirt, lifted it, slid underneath, skimming the sensitive skin of her thighs. She couldn’t think, couldn’t decide, not while he inched closer and closer—
    Not the least bit uptight.
    He moved to the other breast—hot breath, dabbling tongue, laving, sucking, while his hand cupped her mound, exerted the slightest pressure, then more . . .
Oh
.
    She wanted him, and she wanted him
now
. She squirmed away and tugged his T-shirt out of his jeans, yanking it up, following it with her tongue, licking her way from navel to throat, inhaling his heat and his musk.
    He stood and shucked his shirt: tanned, well-muscled, a dusting of hair on his chest, a darker line below his navel. She stood, too, going for his jeans, but he stopped her. “If you touch me there, I’ll lose it,” he growled, diving in and kissing her. He unfastened her skirt with quick, capable hands and let it fall to the carpet.
    She stepped out of it, shivering with anticipation. He rolled down her panties and cupped her buttocks, tickling her ass, testing her juices with a sure, confident touch.
    Nothing tentative about Gerry Kingsley.
    He let her go, shed his jeans and underwear, and pulled her down to the floor again. He crawled over her, kissing her hard, and thrust her legs apart with his knee.
    And stilled. “Damn.”
    “Don’t
stop
.” She took hold of his butt and arched against him. “I’m
ridiculously
horny, and you’re hot and hard and perfect, and . . .
What?
”
    He pulled away again. His self-control was driving her nuts. “Forgot.” At least he was breathing heavily. “Condom.” He heaved himself off her and went for his jeans. “I never forget. Can’t think what got into me.”
    She didn’t usually forget either, which only went to show how badly she wanted him.
Hurry up, hurry up, I need you now
. She shook with impatience, and when he finally thrust inside her . . . Oh,
yes!
She moaned with relief. She threw her head back, eyes closed, bathing in his aroma and his lust.
    Her fangs slotted sharply down.
    He reared up, leaving her empty and bereft. “Whoa!”
    Oh shit, oh shit!
She should have told him, but she’d been so caught up. Dreading what she would see on his face, she retracted her fangs and opened her eyes.
    He gave her that cute, lopsided smile. “That explains a lot.” He lowered himself again, resting his forehead on hers, catching his breath, then slipped his tongue into her mouth and dabbed at the sharp tips of her fangs. “Let them back down, sweetheart. I’m not scared. I was just surprised.”
    She let out her breath with a whoosh, and her fangs slid slowly down. “You’ve been with a vampire before.”
    “A long time ago.” Gently, he explored Mirabel’s mouth, tasting her fangs. “Mmm.”
    She nipped at his lip, drawing blood, and he groaned and shuddered as she licked it up. Sweet, just as she’d known it would be. She arched up, opening to him again.
    He slid into her, thrusting slow and slick, all the while kissing her and playing with her fangs. Cupping and caressing her breasts, toying with her derriere, making her
crazy
.
    Oh, God, he was fun. She arched into him with gasps of pure pleasure. “Wherever did Arthur get the idea you were inhibited?”
    He laughed. “No talking about Arthur.” He thrust hard, the laughter dissolving into a rasp of heat. His throat pulsed, his blood calling to her.
    She whispered, “No talking at all,” and sank her fangs into his throat.
    * * *
    Afterward, they moved upstairs and spent a leisurely night in Mirabel’s bed, making love and getting to know each other better. It turned out Gerry’s first woman had been a virgin vampire. “I think she chose me because we were friends, and she felt safe with me. That was in our junior year of