She released a giggle and tried to remember if she ever had so many orgasms in one night, but for the life of her, she couldn’t think of one time.
Not one.
“Good morning,” a familiar deep voice rumbled beside her. The bed dipped from Vander’s weight. He sat on the edge of the bed near her.
She rolled in his direction, bringing the silk sheet with her to keep her naked form covered. Shyness overcame her, and she stared into his golden eyes.
Now that it was the light of day, it meant their passion-filled night would come forward in the light of day. It wasn’t a dream or fantasy but a reality. She had to face the man who’d made her climax repeatedly with his tongue, fingers, and cock.
“Morning.” She smiled and settled back against the plush pillows.
He had thrown on a pair of sweatpants but remained shirtless, displaying his well-defined chest and ridges of his abdomen. Memories of her tongue tracing every one of those ridges flashed before her eyes.
Her core clenched with just the memory of the saltiness of his skin. Unconsciously, her tongue came out and licked her bottom lip, as if tasting him again. His golden eyes darkened, and they followed her tongue’s movement.
Down girl,she thought to herself. What was wrong with her? She was turning into a horn ball from just one night with Vander.
“I have something for you.” He chuckled, as if reading her mind.
She knew if he just gave the word, she would be tearing the sheet off herself for another round with the man.
The divine smell of bacon hit her, and her stomach rumbled. She glanced around Vander and saw a tray filled with food sitting on the oversized nightstand.
Okay, after she ate, she would tear the sheet off her body and drag him back into bed with her. There was no way she could pass up on breakfast. A girl needed sustenance to keep up her stamina.
Didn’t she?
“I see,” she said, sitting up higher. “Breakfast in bed? You didn’t have to do that.”
“I’ve kept you occupied all night. It was the least I could do,” he replied with his devilish smile. He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss upon her lips. “But I have something else for you besides the food.”
“Oh?” She cocked an eyebrow at him. Food was good enough. What else could he possibly have for her?
She watched him reach over and pull open the top drawer of the nightstand. His hand disappeared inside, and he brought out a black velvet square box.
She gasped as he handed it to her.
“What is this?” she exclaimed. Her hands shook, and she held it before her. “I can’t accept this.” She shook her head and thrust it toward him.
“You haven’t even looked inside.” He pushed the box back to her.
Her face must have given away her true feelings. She was hurt. Did he really think she would require payment for the night they’d shared? She wasn’t a prostitute, for Pete’s sake!
“No one thinks you’re a prostitute, Faye,” Vander assured her softly.
Her eyes flew to him. Could he read her mind?
He placed his hand over hers and stared deep into her eyes. “From the moment I woke up to find you over me, I knew that there was something special about you. What’s in that box is yours. Think of it as a gift for taking care of me when I was in the hospital.” He pushed the box gently toward her again. “Now, open it.”
She looked up at him one last time and fiddled with the box. Her breath caught in her throat, and she slowly opened it. Tucked amongst a dark satin cloth was one of the most beautiful necklaces she had ever seen. It was a purple, amethyst dragon’s eye pendant, with oxidized brass surrounding it. She gasped at the beautiful amethyst with crystal clear diamonds surrounding the eye.
Her eyes flew to Vander.
“It’s a special piece. It represents me and my kind,” he murmured and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I want you to have it.”
His kind?
Holy hell.
