deep into the drugging embrace of his arms.
His hands moved along her back in a gentle caress before sliding up to her neck and tangling in her hair. Her body tingled with the sharp sensations his fingertips created along her scalp. One hand fisting in her hair, he tugged her head back at a slight angle, giving him easier access to take them deeper, into a more intimate kiss.
Fighting the onslaught of desire for this stranger, she pulled away from his mouth. “Stop—I can't.”
His arms tightened around her. “Why not?”
“I don't even—I don't know you.” She placed her hands against his chest to push him away, which was a huge mistake. The thin shirt he wore did little to hide the feel of rock hard muscle and warm male flesh. Her heart tripped. She longed to run her fingers along the bare skin, feel the heat, press her mouth to that spot to see his reaction. Weary of being alone all the time, she contemplated letting go, for once taking refuge and comfort from where she could get it. Caleb wanted her, and she didn't want to say no. She allowed her hands to roam across the plane of his chest, admiring every inch as she went. When the pads of her fingers grazed across a hardened nipple, a sharp, low hiss emanated from him. A smile spread inside her at his reaction.
Looking into his eyes, she saw dark desire welling there. His look was so intense he appeared fierce. Was that why the mysterious photo showed up in her mailbox today? Possibilities and scenarios ran through her mind, distracting her from Caleb's powerful pull, the reminder of the picture forcing her out of the moment.
“Look at me, darlin’.” Caleb's husky voice pierced her thoughts, capturing her attention.
“I am looking at you.”
“Not really. Your mind is elsewhere. Right here, right now, your mind should be focused on me. On this.” Where his words might have frightened her with their intensity, they soothed her. A hard shiver of wanting coursed through her, her instinctive response to him more powerful than she could imagine.
Abby stood mesmerized as his seductive mouth descended on her throat. The soft sweep of his lips against her bare skin gave her shivers along the length of her body. Moisture flooded her panties as her heart rate accelerated. All thoughts of not knowing this man fled her mind as her body pressed up against his hard length. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of her neck, sending jolts of pleasure singing through her blood. Just that quickly, she lost the fight against her hot, hard cowboy.
With every graze of his teeth, he felt the sweet rush of Abby's blood under her skin. His fangs ached with the need to sink into her soft neck, to pierce the vein that would deliver Abby's unique flavor. A flavor he imagined would be sweeter than honey. When his cock swelled further against her belly, he silently cursed the clothes they wore as well as the public place they stood in. He needed her under him now, wanted to hear her beg for more, cry with the need for pain and pleasure he instinctively knew she harbored inside. Oh yes, she would be a treasure to a hard man like himself. An innocent to soothe his jaded soul.
Her body softened against his, acquiescing to his insistent need for her surrender. He backed her up against the hard concrete wall, shielding her from any other's vision.
Mine. Mine.
Lost in thoughts of her pliant body writhing against his own, Caleb didn't realize someone approached him from behind until he was upon him. Danger. He sensed another predator in the room. He whirled toward the presence, shoving her behind him in a protective gesture, to find the same man who'd had his hands on Abby when he'd entered the room earlier.
What the...?
How could I have missed it before?
Vampire.
Caleb saw the brief flicker of realization in the other man's eyes as he realized the true nature of him as well. His kiss with Abby had distracted Caleb long enough to lower his shields, giving the vamp plenty of