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  He gave me that slow, lazy grin, his eyes hooded with lust. “I would love to do that with you. Would you like to undress me first?”

  The idea made my pulse jump with sudden heat. “Yes, I think I’d like that. Here…” I got him to switch positions with me so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was standing between his legs.

  I started by pulling off his black T-shirt, tugging it over his head and enjoying the sight of his muscles rippling in the firelight as it came off. Next I attacked his belt buckle and jeans. Jude didn’t help me at all, even when I had a little difficulty with the zipper. He just sat there, regarding me with half-closed eyes with what I could best describe as a look of patient lust.

  I was glad he was letting me lead. As I pushed his jeans down his narrow hips and long legs, I felt my fear receding and my desire returning. I was in control of the situation—not threatened in any way—and it made all the difference in the world.

  Jude kicked off his shoes as the jeans came off and at last I had him down to nothing but a pair of dark blue silk boxers. There was a hard ridge where he was pressed against the soft fabric. Even to my inexperienced estimation it looked extremely large.

  I hesitated, my hand on the waistband of the boxers, and looked into his eyes. He smiled at me, not saying a word, and showed just a hint of fang under his sensuous upper lip—a dare. It was a dare I wanted to take him up on.

  I pushed the boxers down and watched as he kicked them away before I raised my eyes to the area I was most curious about. His cock was long and thick, rising from a small thatch of dark blond curls like an exclamation point. It was darker than the rest of his marble pale skin, capped with a broad, mushroom-shaped head that was shiny in the firelight with a clear fluid I supposed must be precum.

  I looked up at Jude. “Can I…do you mind if I touch it?”

  “Do you want to?” His question surprised me a little. But then I realized he was trying not to rush me or make me do anything I didn’t want to.

  I nodded. “Yes, I do. As long as…if you could just stay like you are and don’t move?”

  He nodded, a little smile playing around the corners of his mouth. “I’ll do my best.” Then he leaned back a little, giving me better access to his body. “Do what you want with me, Luz. I’m yours.”

  The way he opened himself to my exploration seemed to give my desire wings. I had never felt more powerful, more in control, than I did as I reached down to circle him with my hand. I couldn’t quite get my fingers all the way around him and Jude groaned softly while I tried, gripping his heated length carefully as I learned him the way he had already learned me.

  “So soft,” I said, marveling at the silky texture of his skin. Touching his shaft was like having a bar of heated steel covered in velvet in my hands. “Like rose petals,” I murmured, looking up at him.

  “Your hands are so warm.” He shifted his hips a fraction, thrusting up into my circled fingers. “You are driving me wild, Luz.”

  “I want to taste you,” I told him, looking into his eyes while I stroked him up and down. I was beginning to find a rhythm and I was enjoying the feel of his hot, silky length in my hand. “I want to taste you the way you tasted me.”

  “You’re in control,” he murmured, his deep voice hoarse with need. “Do what you like with me, Luz.”

  His words gave me a hot little thrill of pleasure. But there was something else I wanted to do before I started. Stepping back from him a little, I pushed my dress the rest of the way down my hips and kicked it to one side. Then, taking a deep breath, I hooked my thumbs into the thin elastic straps on either side of my panties.

  Jude shook his head. “You don’t have to—you know that.”

  I smiled at him. “But I want to.” Slowly I pushed my panties down until I could step out of them and stand in front of him completely nude.

  Jude took a deep breath as he looked me over from top to bottom. “So lovely,” he said hoarsely. “You take my breath away with your beauty, Luz.”

  It was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me and even nicer was the fact that I suddenly knew he was right. I looked down at myself, at the slopes of my breasts and the soft curve of my abdomen and I was able to see myself as he saw me. I didn’t see breasts that were too small or a stomach that wasn’t flat enough or legs that were too short. I saw smooth skin, bathed in the flickering glow of the firelight, the tightness of my nipples, the wetness of my slit and I liked what I saw because Jude liked what he saw.

  I came to him again and put my hands on his legs. I drew my nails lightly up his thighs, making him growl softly, until I reached his shaft. Then I took him in one hand and bent to drag my tongue over the flaring, plum-shaped head. He was salty and slippery and utterly delicious. From the corner of my eye I saw his big hands fist at his sides as I licked him but to his credit, he never touched me. He simply sat there as I teased and tasted him, letting my tongue explore up and down his shaft and even dip quickly into the shallow slit at the tip of his cock before moving on once more.

  As I licked and sucked and teased, I experimented with my hands. Cupping beneath his shaft, I cradled his balls in one palm, stroking them carefully with my fingertips until his big body trembled with suppressed need.

  “Luz, please…” His deep voice was ragged with lust.

  “Yes?” I looked up, meeting his eyes, which were glowing a steady red now.

  “I need you.” He dipped his head and captured my mouth in a hot kiss for a long moment before going on. “I want you to drink from me,” he said. “From my neck.”

  I stepped up to him and nuzzled my face against the warm skin of his throat, breathing in his spicy fragrance. “How?” I whispered, kissing his neck. “Do you have something to cut yourself with?”

  “You’re a were—your teeth are sharp. Bite me.” His voice was a low, lustful growl and I had the sudden realization that giving blood was almost as pleasurable for him as taking it. I wondered briefly if it was the same for all vampires and then decided I didn’t care. I only wanted Jude and no one else mattered.

  I was a little reluctant to sink my teeth into him, though, until I felt his large, warm hand against the back of my head, urging me gently forward. I looked up at him. “You really want me to?”

  “Yes. Do it.” He inclined his neck toward me with more urgency.

  At the sight of the strong column of his throat bared for me—only for me—a feeling of almost savage lust rushed through me. Leaning forward, I sank my teeth into him just at the place where his neck met his broad shoulder.

  Jude groaned and pulled me close, crushing my breasts to the flat planes of his chest and branding my stomach with his thick, hot length. The warm taste of dulce de leche filled my mouth and I lost myself in the pleasure of drinking from him until I didn’t know what was happening anymore.

  He dragged me up on the bed with him and we lay on our sides on the cool satin sheets, facing each other and still pressed tightly together. I had my legs wrapped around Jude’s and I didn’t even care that I was riding his thigh, pressing my bare pussy hard against him as I licked and sucked his neck.

  At last, the small bite wound healed and Jude pulled away from me a little.

  “Your turn?” I asked, my voice breathless with need.

  “My turn,” he confirmed, stroking my back and shoulder blades. “I want to drink from your neck as well.”

  I wondered if it was some kind of vampire ritual but frankly I didn’t care—I just knew I wanted him close to me, wanted the press of his big body against mine and the warm, silky feel of his bare skin rubbing against me.

  We had been lying on our sides but I sat up now and leaned over him. “Do it,” I said, giving his words back to him. I turned my head to one side, offering my throat.

  He bared his fangs with a low growl and struck, sinking them deep into the tender flesh of my neck. The sharp sting was accompanied by an intense burst of passion and I moaned aloud and grabbed him, digging my fingerna