Even Vampires Get the Blues (21 page)

I jumped at the sound of the voice, clutching my chest as I spun around. A man stepped out of the shadows, his brows pulled together in a familiar scowl. “Dammit, Paen, just give me a heart attack, why don't you?”

He stalked out of the darkness like he was a lion and I was a particularly succulent bit of steak. “It wouldn't matter if I did. You can't be killed short of decapitation.”

That's what he thought.

“Where have you . . . what do you mean, that's what I think?” Paen stopped in front of me, his hands on his hips, his eyes glittering like polished silver.

I tried to gather the shreds of my dignity, giving Paen what I hoped was a coolly professional look. “I didn't say that to you. You read my mind. Since you dumped me so cruelly and heartlessly, we are no longer a couple, so I will thank you to stay out of there. As to where I have been, that, also, is of no concern to you except insofar as my trip has resulted in several good bits of information regarding your statue.”

His eyes narrowed. To my surprise, he didn't seem to care about the statue. “I didn't dump you, either cruelly or heartlessly. You fell in love with me! You broke the rules of our relationship!”

I stepped forward until I was toe-to-toe with him, determined to give as good as I got. Oh, sure, being so close to him sent my body into ecstasy, but I ignored its demands in order to clear up a few things with Paen. “At no time did you state I couldn't fall in love with you.”

“Aha,” he crowed, triumphant. “You admit that it's true!”

“Yes, of course I admit, you great big boob! And how can you say you didn't dump me? You most certainly did.”

His eyes glowed with silver brilliance. “I did no such thing. I would have been perfectly happy to continue our relationship within the terms to which we both agreed.”

“You would, would you? Just casual lovers, getting together once in a while for sex, is that what you want? Are we back to fucking versus lovemaking?”

“Yes,” he snarled, grabbing my arms. “That's all I want. To fuck the breath out of you.”

My heart gave a leap despite the crudity of the words and temporarily overrode my brain. I leaned into Paen, every curve, every soft line of my body melting against his. The feel and scent and presence of him filled me until I knew, I
knew
to the very last beat of my heart, that we were meant to be together. Joined. One. “Tell me,” I said against his lips. “Tell me that all you want from me is sex. Tell me nothing else matters.”

“Nothing else matters,” he said, his mouth possessing mine, his hands hard on my hips as he pulled me even tighter against his body.
Nothing else matters but you.

His mind opened up to me, and I merged with him, my body desperate, my soul singing a joyous song of being as I felt the need within him answered in me.

Tell me I'm wrong, tell me you don't want this
, I demanded, his mouth moving over mine in a way that made me even more desperate for him. I didn't just want his touch, didn't just crave his body—it was all of him, everything that was Paen that I hungered for.

You're wrong. I don't want this
, he said, smiling into my mind. I pulled back from his kiss, sucking his lower lip for a second before releasing it. “I insist you do that more often,” I told him, breathless and keyed up, my body humming a song of desire and love.

“Tease you or kiss the breath from you?” he asked, the corners of his mouth turning up.

“Neither. Both. And smile, too.” I kissed each corner, giving them a little lick as well. “Paen, I truly am sorry. I didn't mean to mess up your life this way. I didn't mean to mess up mine, either, but dammit, somehow, in just a few days, you've made me lose all reason and fall in love with you. The physical relationship you wanted isn't going to be enough for me. I want you, all of you, not just your body. I want you in the morning when you're grumpy because you haven't had your morning cup of coffee—”

“I don't drink coffee.”

“And I want you in the afternoon, when you're stubborn and infuriating—”

“I am never stubborn or infuriating!”

“And I want you in the evening, when you're demanding, broody, and sexy as hell.”

“I sense a theme here,” he said, pulling me back for another kiss. “It goes without saying that I'm not demanding, broody, or sex . . . er . . . all right, I
am
sexy as hell. I will concede that, but about the rest you are wrong.”

I laughed, tears of happiness in my eyes. Inside Paen, instead of the cold denial that had claimed him before, there was reluctant acceptance and a begrudging admission that I meant more to him than he wanted to allow. There was even the start of something that felt warm to me, soft and enveloping, an emotion that made my heart sing.
I want all of you, Paen. Every last bit of you. That's the only way we'll work. If you can't give me all of you, we just can't continue on together.

I will give you everything I can,
he swore, and I believed him. I wanted to hear that he loved me as well, but I knew it was too soon for him. I sensed there were deeper emotions in him, but didn't push it. He needed time to come to grips with his change of heart.

His kiss was hot and deep, sizzling down to my toenails until I was one gigantic blaze of desire.
You are the most exasperating, frustrating . . . fascinating woman I've ever met. Lord help me, I want you as well. I
need
you.

Sounds like we've reached a détente . . . Paen!

Hmm?

He backed me up against my desk, his mouth still on mine, his hands roaming my body, thumbs
brushing my breasts for a moment before they moved lower, unzipping my jeans.

This isn't lovemaking.

No. I told you—I'm going to fuck the breath out of you.

Here? Now?

Here. Now. Any complaints?

No. But what if someone comes?
I might be moderately scandalized that he wanted to do this in the office, but I was no fool—I happily kicked my pants off as he yanked my sweater over my head. This was no mere sexual act. It was fast, sweaty sex, but it was fast, sweaty sex powered by love.

I told you before that someone is going to come
, he answered, grinning.

Promises, promises
, I answered, my fingers hurrying down the buttons of his shirt. I purred as the shirt hit the floor, my hands spread across his chest, fingers splayed wide across his pectorals before inevitably, one hand followed the silky trail of hair down to his pants. “Oooh. Now I'm anticipating.”

“Anticipating what?” His breath caught as I caressed the bulge behind his zipper for a moment, slowly pulling the zipper down, my hands sliding around his hips to push his pants off.

“You don't mind if I indulge in a little fantasy, do you?”

I swear, the glow from his eyes could light up at least half of Edinburgh.

“Sweetheart, you can do whatever you desire to me, but I don't want you feeling obligated in any way. We can take as much time as you . . . oh dear lord.” Paen stopped talking but inside him, a thousand sensations were roiling in his mind. Excitement,
arousal, passion, the warm fuzzy thing that looked so much like the beginning of love, and intense sexual pleasure crashed over me like a wave as I took him in my mouth. My body hummed even louder as the emotions built within him, growing quickly to something that almost overwhelmed Paen.

“I'm sorry,” I said, pulling back for a moment to look up at him. “Was that too much too quickly? I'm sorry if I'm going about this the wrong way. I assumed more is better? Yes? No? Boy, I hate being new at this sort of thing.”

He looked wildly at me, as if he didn't quite understand what I was saying. “You haven't done this before?”

“Well . . . I started to once, with my last boyfriend, Carl, but I zoned out almost immediately, and that evidently ruined the whole experience for Carl so I never tried it again.”

“Sam?”

“Hmm?” I said, flicking my tongue across the end of his penis. I smiled at the zing of pleasure my touch sent shimmering through Paen.

“Let's not talk about your boyfriends now.”

“OK. But one of them kept talking about me doing this . . .” I snagged my purse from the desk and dug out a tin of breath mints, popping a couple in my mouth. “This isn't too much, is it? I've always wanted to try this.”

Paen's eyes grew big as I crunched the mints loudly, licking my lips as the minty sensation of a cold burn made my mouth tingle.

“You don't think you're going to—dear lord, you are. And it's your first time . . . good god, woman!”

“Less talking,” I said, swirling my mint-coated tongue along the underside of his penis. “More moaning.”

And oh, how he moaned. He sucked in huge quantities of air as I took him into my mouth again, so caught up in what he was feeling, of the added sensitivity the mintyness brought to the experience, that it was almost as if I was the recipient.

I laved the entire length of his shaft with my tongue. Paen's entire body trembled as the air hit his wet flesh, his eyes rolling back in his head when I clamped my fingers around the base and concentrated on a particularly sensitive spot on the underside. “This is amazing. So this is what you feel when we have sex? It's so different than what I feel, but I have to say, it's making me incredibly aroused. What happens if I try this?”

He lasted a whole second before he jerked me upward, spinning me around so I faced the desk, shredding off my underwear and unhooking my bra before I could even blink.

“This is what happens,” he growled, bending me over the desk, his knee nudging my legs apart. I gasped from the dual sensations of the cold wood of the desk as my sensitive, tight breasts hit it, and the burning brand that thrust into my waiting flesh.

“Paen!” I shrieked, clutching the table, knocking the phone off as my body was rammed forward. “Condom?”

“Don't have one,” he growled, pulling back. “Should I stop—”

“Never mind, we'll risk it this
oooonce . . . !
” My sentence ended on a slight scream as he lunged forward into me again.

“Too hard?” he asked, pausing.

“No! Harder!”

He grunted a happy reply, his hips flexing, his fingers digging into my thighs.

My flesh made a squeaky noise on the polished wood as he pounded into me. The pretty wire flower-embossed in-box full of letters and receipts slid off the desk, bursting into a shower of paper as it fell to the floor.

“Oh, my god, yes! More!” I gasped, arms flailing for something to hold on to as Paen continued to make my eyes cross with ecstasy. The wire flower pen holder that matched the inbox (both gifts from Clare) went flying, pens scattering everywhere. “More!”

“I'll give you more,” he grunted, grabbing my hips and pulling upward to alter the angle of penetration. A small pad of sticky notes trembled on the lip of the desk, then fell to the floor just as I started to moan non-stop. He was deep inside me, hard and hot and invasive, but at the same time, so much a part of me that I wasn't sure which emotions, which sensations were mine, and which were his.

“Christ, you're tight,” he groaned, thrusting forward.

“I Kegel. A lot. Oh, yes, right there, oh my goooooooooo . . .” My inner muscles, honed by years of doing Kegel exercises, cramped from the attempt to keep him within their grasp. The cold burn of mint went from pleasant tingles to wildly erotic sparks of electricity that burned brightly, so brightly I thought I was going to pass out from the experience. “No more! I changed my mind! I can't take any more!”

You can take it
, he said, his voice rich with emotion.
You can take this and more.

My back arched as he filled my head with the sensations he was feeling, wanting—no, needing—for him to take life from me. Our souls entwined as he shoved my hair aside, baring the back of my neck.

Please, god, do it
, I begged, on the verge of mind-numbing rapture. His teeth pierced my skin, the sudden sharp pain merging with the pleasure the rest of his body was providing both of us as he pumped into me. Light, silver, pure light blossomed behind my eyes as I gave in to the sensations we shared, spiraling us both into an orgasm of blinding magnitude.

“It's a good . . . thing I have a . . . strong heart,” I gasped long, long minutes later, from where I lay panting on top of Paen after he had collapsed into a chair. His chest, slicked with perspiration, rose and fell in a ragged rhythm beneath my still quivering body. “Because otherwise, I'd be dead in a week.”

“It's good that you're immortal, then,” he said without opening his eyes, his head lolling exhaustedly against the high back of the chair. I pressed a little kiss to the pulse that beat so wildly in his neck, freezing as what he said made a couple of synapses stand up and take notice.

“Bloody hell!”

His eyes opened to look at me with curiosity.