"Hmm. You are too kind." She wiggled her hips provocatively. "I shall endeavor to accommodate your manly size." She grinned at him.
"I'm going to suck on you till yer eyeballs pop out."
Her eyes widened. "Okay."
He grasped her ankles and placed them around his neck. "Hold on, sweetheart. This could get wild."
She giggled.
He seized her hips and buried his face in her scent. She gasped when he started to lick and trembled when he sucked. He inserted two fingers and stroked her gently. With panting breaths, she moved her hips in rhythm with his fingers.
She was so wet now. So hot. So beautiful. And he was growing hard again. He enjoyed one last look at her wet, engorged flesh, then moved in for the final assault. He flicked his tongue, increasing his speed as only a vampire could do. Her legs clenched. Her hips rose. Almost there.
With a squeal, she jolted. Her inner muscles spasmed around his fingers. Her whole body shuddered.
He kissed her trembling thighs and lowered her feet to the bed. He kissed her belly, her breasts. He held himself poised over her, and the tip of his erection grazed her slick opening.
"Ian." She skimmed her hands up his back to his shoulders.
"I want to see the love in yer eyes when I enter you," he whispered.
"You have it." She looked at him. "I love you."
He slid inside her. A mixture of sensations surged through him. Joy, love, erotic pleasure, and a primordial, male triumph as he took possession. He intended to make love slowly, but she was so beautiful, so sexy, so loving, that they were soon hurtling together toward a climax. They couldn't get close enough. Her legs locked around his waist, and they ground their bodies together.
His orgasm hit hard. He pumped into her with a speed and ferocity that only a vampire could do. She screamed and came with a shuddering rush. She clung to him as her body continued to spasm.
"Oh my." She panted, trying to catch her breath.
He rested his brow against hers as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
"I hope I dinna hurt you," he whispered.
"No. It was…wonderful. Spectacular. Mind-blowing."
"Aye." He collapsed beside her and pulled her close.
Her eyes flickered shut. "You wore me out."
"Aye." He shut his eyes and nuzzled his chin against her hair. A man could easily want an eternity of this.
Toni woke up, slowly becoming aware that she was naked and cold. She sat up. In the dim light that spilled from the cracked bathroom door, she spotted Ian beside her. Her gaze drifted down his naked body and back to his face. Gorgeous man. So sexy. And so sweet to age another year just to be with her. Had the drug worn off? He certainly looked dead to the world.
She glanced at the bedside clock. Good grief. It was almost noon. Carlos and Howard had to be wondering what had happened to her. She pulled the sheet up to cover Ian to his chest. Then she went to the bathroom and took a hot shower.
She padded back into the bedroom with one towel wrapped around her head and another around her body. She found her polo shirt on the floor on one side of the bed and her bra on the other. She glanced up at the wrought-iron chandelier above the bed. Her underwear was dangling from one of the spiky branches. She doubted she could reach it, even if she stood on the bed. What a shame she couldn't levitate like the Vamps.
Maybe she could find something that would knock her panties down. She looked inside the closet and smiled at the kilt hanging there. She stroked the softness of Ian's sweater and leaned close to smell his scent. She spotted the black leather pants he'd worn the night they rescued Bri. Behind that was the tuxedo he'd worn to play Dracula. And then there was the vampire cape.
She skimmed her fingers down the sleek, black satin. The stand-up collar was so cool. She glanced back at Ian, still dead to the world.
Well, why the heck not? She dropped her towels to the floor and grabbed the cape. She twirled around, flourishing the cape like a matador. Then she swirled it onto her shoulders and tied the strings at her neck. She clasped the edges with her fingers so she could lift her arms and spread the cape wide. Whoosh, she ran across the room, letting the cape billow behind her. Then she executed a few lunges in a Paso Doble style. Happy with that, she bent her right elbow, letting the cape cover the bottom half of her face. Like Snidely Whiplash, she stalked across the room.
She jumped onto the foot of the bed and lifted her arms wide. With an ominous glare at Ian, she said in a spooky, low voice, "I am your master."
"Like a virgin," a female voice answered.
Toni jerked around. That had to be her cell phone. Her pants were somewhere on the floor.
Madonna claimed she was being touched for the very first time.
"Oh, hush." Toni jumped down from the bed and strode about the room, searching for her pants. "You're about as virginal as I am."
"That's debatable," a male voice said.
With a squeak, she spun around. "Ian?"
"Toni?" His eyes widened as he took in her costume, or lack of costume.
She whipped the edges of the cape together to conceal her nude body. "I thought you were dead. Again."
His mouth twitched. "I wouldna miss this for anything."
Her face heated up.
"Like a virgin," Madonna taunted her.
She snatched the phone from her pants pocket. "Hello?"
"Menina, what happened to you?" Carlos asked. "You went upstairs to check on Ian and never came back."
"I–I'm fine. Ian's fine." She glanced at the bed. Ian was grinning at her.
"Did you fall asleep?" Carlos asked. "I know you were tired this morning."
"I…slept a little. Sorry."
"It's okay. Nothing's happening. I just thought you might be hungry. Howard's making some paninis in the kitchen. You want one?"
"I—uh…" She watched Ian stroll past her into the office. The view from the back was great. He removed a bottle of blood from the small fridge at the wet bar and popped it into the microwave.
"Toni, what's going on?" Carlos demanded. "Do you need some help up there?"
"No! I–I'm fine, really."
"He's awake, isn't he?" Carlos demanded. "Either that, or you have developed some tastes that are way too kinky."
"Okay, he's awake," she confessed.
"Howard told me about the Stay-Awake drug," Carlos said. "I guess you two are putting it to good use?"
"Oh yeah."
Carlos chuckled. "Ciao, menina." He hung up.
"They know what we're doing?" Ian removed his bottle from the microwave and poured the blood into a glass.
"Yes." She dropped her phone and wandered into the office. "Are we going to be in big trouble?"
"No one has a way to contact Connor right now, so I wouldna worry about it." Ian sipped from his glass as he watched her approach. "That cape looks better on you than it does me."
"I don't think it's the cape you're looking at." She swept the cape open for a second to flash her body.
Ian smiled and took another sip. "Something amazing happened."
"Oh yeah, the sex was great." She perched on a bar stool.
He chuckled. "That, too. But Toni, I actually fell asleep." He leaned toward her, resting his elbows on the bar. "It was so strange. I havena slept in centuries."
"Wow."
He drank more blood. "I'd forgotten what it was like. Death-sleep is so…blank. It's nothing but death and total oblivion. But this was sweet and…"
"Restful?"
His eyes glimmered with moisture. "I had a dream. I dreamed of you."
"Oh…my." She noticed the tears in his eyes were reddish in color.
He touched her face. "I would have never thought it possible."
She took his hand. "What did you dream?"