Page 68 of Bite Me
“Huh?”
“Let me take you tomorrow. It doesn’t make sense for you to hurry back to the city early in the morning only to drive back north.”
It made perfect sense in my head. My humiliating past, those visits, the shame and guilt… That wasn’t the part of my life where Russel belonged.
Except he cupped my cheek. “Eddie, look at me.” He’d put his sunglasses into his hair above his forehead. He squinted in the daylight, his eyes roaming my features.
“I want to take you because I want to get to know you.”
Danger! Danger!The red light in the back of my head glared. I ignored it.
When he leaned in for a kiss, I parted my lips for him. His warm hand stroked down my cheek and settled on the side of my throat. Our tongues tangled, and my cock stirred. Just a fleeting touch from this man aroused me. A full-on deep kiss had me shivering. God, I hoped the hotel in the village had a room for us! We could be fucking within an hour.
Russel made a soft, hungry sound from the back of his throat, and I grabbed his shoulder to pull myself closer.
That was when a spray of saltwater hit our lower legs. We tore apart and jumped up, laughing.
As we walked back, Russel scrolled on his phone, looking for accommodation.
“They don’t have an online booking service,” he said. “I’ll call.”
“What if they’re full?”
“The summer season hasn’t started yet. But I can ask Levi, and we’ll stay at his place.”
“No. Don’t bother your friend. Let’s try the hotel first.”
They did have a room for us, and Russel arranged for us to check in immediately. We drove to the village, made a short detour to a pharmacy, and left the car in the hotel’s fenced-in parking lot. The building boasted a wooden shingle roof with dormers and an intricately carved alcove over the main entrance. A turret completed the princess castle impression. A middle-aged lady at the reception bleeped Russel’s credit card over the machine, and before I could wake up from this dream, we were entering the top-floor honeymoon suite.
“You’re joking.” I gestured to the balcony overlooking the beach. The lighthouse shone yellow in the late afternoon sun.
Russel shrugged. “It was the last available room.” He put his sunglasses and baseball cap onto the coffee table and circled his arms around me. “Now, kiss me again.”
“I will. But shower first.”
His nostrils flared. “Hurry.”
He let go of me, and I closed myself in the bathroom. I still wore my slacks and now dusty dress shoes from yesterday. But I didn’t allow myself to freak out as I showered and prepped for more sexwith my vampire boss.
I walked out of the bathroom with just a towel around my hips. Russel was waiting for me only in his underwear, sitting in an armchair, his legs casually crossed.
“You wanted a kiss?” I asked, and he smirked before he was suddenly right there, his palms on my cheeks.Fuck. I forgot how fast he could be.
At the touch of his lips, I pushed it all away. The fear, the guilt, the what-ifs. I sank into the kiss and the blissful oblivion of arousal and the slow, sensual dance of tongues. When Russel dragged his wet lips along my jaw, I tilted my head to the side, blatantly asking for what I wanted.
He bit me, sucked out a mouthful, and licked up the side of my throat. Then he let go of me and sat on the edge of the large king bed.
Panting, my cock throbbing, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I squeezed my erection, staring as Russel drizzled lube over his thick cock and stroked it up and down.
“Come here.”
Shaking with desire, I went to straddle him, but he turned me around. With one hand on my hip, he guided me to sit on his cock with my back to his chest. My hole gave way at the gentlest push, and I sank down on a moan.
“Gorgeous view, huh?” he rasped into my ear.
Behind the large window, the sun was sinking lower over the ocean, and orange beams shone through the clouds like stage lights. Russel cupped my balls and massaged behind them as he fucked up into me. With his venom coursing through my bloodstream, I was already close to coming. When he stroked my cock and ran his thumb over my slit, I fell apart. The spectacular view became blurry as tendrils of pleasure swirled up my chest and down my legs.
“When you come, your hole squeezes my cock just right. I love that.”
