Vampires in America 04 - Sophia by D.B. Reynolds

Author:D.B. Reynolds [Reynolds, D.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six

Colin watched Sophia walk toward him, laughter warring with desire in her deep brown eyes. Her hips swayed as she crossed the room, one long curl of hair falling over her shoulder to caress her breast. She looked terrific. Sexy as hell. Just looking at her made his dick hurt. It always had.

Nothing had managed to change his reaction to her—not the years, not the lies, not even the knowledge that she drank blood to stay alive. He tried to imagine what it would be like to have her licking his skin, to feel her teeth sinking into his neck, drinking his blood. His erection grew harder.

Fuck that! He forced himself to remember the months he'd grieved for her, the guilt and pain he'd endured, thinking she was dead.

He looked away and took a good, long draught of whiskey, hoping it would wash away the taste of her, still so fresh despite the years.

Sophia slid gracefully onto the couch to sit facing him, her feet tucked under her thighs. She reached for his glass and he let her take it, watching as she drank, her plush lips closing around the rim, her tongue slipping out to taste before she let the whiskey roll into her mouth. Christ, what was wrong with him? He looked away, desperately trying to think of something, anything except what it would feel like to have that tongue licking other things.

She offered the glass back to him and he took it, careful to sip from the opposite side of the glass, not wanting to feel the warm residue of her mouth. He drank, glancing up to meet her eyes, seeing her awareness of his arousal in their chocolate depths. Not that she'd need any special powers for that one. His cock was so stiff, he was afraid it would break if he didn't move soon.

"So," he said, clearing his throat when his voice came out as scratchy as a thirteen-year-old's. "Vampires drink? I mean, other than blood."

"We can," Sophia agreed. "Some do. I don't usually, although I do enjoy the taste of a good wine."

"No wine here, darlin'," he drawled, relieved to have something to think about besides her effect on his libido.

"Just beer and whiskey."

"The whiskey is fine. Quite nice, actually," she murmured.

She moved closer, until her breasts were brushing against his shoulder, her hand resting high on his thigh, so close to his throbbing cock, he would have sworn he could feel the heat of her fingers caressing its aching stiffness. She ran her other hand up his arm to his shoulder, her fingers playing lightly in his hair. She reached for the whiskey again and he released it, thinking she wanted another drink.

Instead, she set the tumbler on the coffee table, the remaining liquid sloshing slightly against the sides of the glass. Colin watched the gentle amber waves move back and forth, closing his eyes when her fingers closed over his erection. He grabbed her hand.

"Don't," he said.

"No?" Sophia purred confidently, pressing her breasts harder against his shoulder.

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