Page 9 of Bite Me
He shrugged one shoulder. “I can get a quick dinner anywhere, but you, Eddie, would be a rare treat. I’ll take the risk.”
He was stroking my wrist, and Istillhadn’t removed my hand from his grip. His touch was nice. Exciting.
Only melting ice remained in my glass.
Russel caught my hand in both of his, then brushed his fingers up the inside of my forearm. Along the veins. His golden eyes were mesmerizing.
“The booth in the back is empty. Will you come with me?”
It would be crazy to agree.
“Yeah.”
He stood, holding my hand, and led me to the very last booth. We passed two couples making out, but I didn’t look too closely.
Russel went in first, leaving me the outer seat—an easy exit if I wanted to leave.
Then he faced me fully. He brought my arm to his mouth and skimmed the fragile skin on my wrist with his lips.
“I won’t do anything you won’t agree to.”
“What do you want to do?” I whispered. The two drinks could make me brave but wouldn’t make me lose judgment. I hoped.
“I want to sink my fangs here.” He kissed the spot on my wrist. “And take a small sip. Then I want to watch you become aroused as my venom spreads through your system.”
Oh Jesus.Why did that sound so fucking hot? “I’m afraid of losing control.”
“Unless I keep biting you, the rush passes in under a minute.” He smiled sheepishly. “But I promised I wouldn’t pressure you.”
His hard body, his scent, the warmth coming off him… I wanted him without even a trace of his venom in me.
I was going to do it.
I was already half hard in my pants, Russel must have sensed my arousal. He kissed up and down my forearm, tenderly and torturously slowly. The skimming touch was designed to make me beg for more.
“Tell me what you like in sex,” he murmured.
“I…like oral, both giving and receiving. I…prefer to bottom. Sensitive prostate.”
He lifted his eyes and grinned. “Good.”
“I’m vanilla,” I added in a rush. “The wildest thing I’ve ever done was doggie style on the bedroom floor. Seriously, I’m out of my depth here. I’ve only been with two people.”
Smiling, Russel put a finger on my lips. “We’ll stay here for a bit. If you want me to taste you, I will. But just kissing your skin is lovely. There’re no expectations other than to feel good.”
He skimmed his fingers down my jaw and to my neck.
“Can I kiss you here?” He stroked the side of my throat, making my pulse spike.
But I gave him a nod.
He leaned closer and assessed my eyes once more. I had no idea what he saw in them. Then he bent his head and nuzzled my throat. A rumbly groan escaped him.
“You smell so good.”
A kiss. Just a soft, dry kiss. Another. And another.
I tilted my head to the side, and he roped his arms around me, pulling me close. His scent enveloped me.
