Vampire's Thirst (The Awakening Series) Read Free

hair fell to her shoulder blades, longer than it had been when this whole mess started, longer than when he’d first met her over a year ago. Her hazel eyes met his and a slow smile curved her full lips.
    “I know that look,” he said in a low voice, and drew her into a loose embrace. Clasping his hands at the small of her back, he pulled her between his spread legs.
    “What look would that be?” She pressed a kiss to his chin, his jaw, just beneath his ear. Her hands lifted, fingers threading through his hair, the light tugs zinging straight to his balls.
    A shudder of need worked its way through his body. He took her mouth with his, deep, hard, a kiss of possession. Of being possessed. Breaking the kiss, he stared into her eyes. “The look that says you want me and mean to do something about it.”
    “Damn straight. I just survived a food excursion and I need to celebrate being alive.” Her smile widened. “I’m here for a nooner.” She pressed her lips to the indent at the base of his throat. She undulated against him, her belly slowly grinding against his erection.
    “It’s one o’clock in the morning,” he managed to say on a groan. Until Kimber, no woman had been able to drive his desire so high so fast.
    “Well, since you don’t usually start work until after dark, and sunset was at eight-thirty, this is your noon.”
    “I have a one-thirty appointment.” He cupped her ass and dragged her fully against him, letting her feel the rigid length of his cock against her belly. She moaned and deepened the kiss, driving her tongue into his mouth, winding it around his own in an ancient dance of pleasure and need. She leaned into him, pressing against the space between his legs, and he pulled her closer.
    “This won’t take long,” she murmured against his lips. She yanked at the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning, unzipping, and getting his pants and underwear around his thighs so his hard cock sprang free. She gripped him, sliding her hand from base to tip and slipping her thumb across the sensitive tip.
    He groaned. “Too many clothes,” he muttered, fingers working at the button at the waistband of her jeans. He wanted her naked. Now. He shoved her jeans and panties over her hips and pushed them to her ankles. She toed off her shoes, then kicked out of the garments pooled around her feet. With a wiggle and a smile, she drew her shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floor.
    Duncan made quick work of getting Kimber out of her bra and stared at her a moment. “God, you’re beautiful,” he rasped. He leaned forward and swiped his tongue over one of her nipples, then the other, and straightened to see them tighten into hard, puckered nubs. “Sit where I am,” he said, his voice rough as he moved to give her his place on the edge of the desk.
    She arched a brow but did as he asked, perching on the wooden surface. “Okay, but I’m going to mess up your desk. I’m already wet.” She wriggled a bit, trying to get comfortable.
    “I hope so.” He dragged a chair to where she sat, then even closer, settling between her splayed legs. As he took his place, he looked up at her for a moment, and it was clear she knew his intent. Already her breath came unsteadily as she moved closer to the edge to grant him greater access to the soft folds between her thighs. She leaned back, breasts thrusting up.
    With his hands just inside her knees, he spread her legs wider and looked at the pussy before him. She was pink and wet and swollen. His . The musk of her desire perfumed the air, that sweetly spiced scent that was uniquely Kimber. He placed his thumbs on the outer lips of her sex and spread her open before he lowered his mouth to taste her. As he lazily traced her with the tip of his tongue, being careful not to nick her with his fangs, she gasped and jolted and gripped at the desktop. He covered her clit for a moment, sucking the sensitive bud of nerves into his mouth, rolling it gently between his