Bitten Surrender by Rebecca Royce Page A

same history, deliberately avoiding long term attachments.”
    He opened his mouth to answer, but she didn’t want to give him the chance to comment. Whatever his thoughts, good or bad, on their shared sexual history, she didn’t think they’d known each other long enough yet to discuss all those details.
    She took his hand. “Come.”
    He raised his eyebrows and then followed her to the couch. She sat, indicating he should do the same. “You wanted to sit?”
    “No.” She leaned back against the side of the seating. “I wanted to lounge.”
    With a tug on his hand, she pulled him on top of her. It took him a second to realize what she was doing and then he kissed her. As before, Hanzi made love with his mouth. She closed her eyes and let him lay siege.
    He pulled back, his eyebrows furrowed. He looked like a man lost in thought, not passion. She took her cheeks in his hands. “When was the last time you let go?”
    “I’m afraid doing such a thing isn’t possible for me. I’m a predator and I have to keep myself under control.”
    She leaned forward to kiss him gently on the lips. “I’m not afraid of you.”
    “I don’t think you’re a stupid woman. Be afraid. It’s self-preservation.”
    “Hanzi....” He frustrated her, and she wanted to keep it out of her voice so he didn’t misunderstand. “You want to play pretend, right? Let’s do it. Tonight I’m a single lady—not a woman who has known for a decade her life was not her own—and you are a man—not a vampire who has haunted the night forever.”
    “I wouldn’t exactly say haunted....”
    She held her hand out in front of her. “I’m talking. Not you.”
    His eyes flared with heat. “As you say.”
    “We’re you and me. Only we’re not. Do you understand? We met last night at the bonfire. I had too much to drink. You took care of me by bringing me to your house.” She reached out to stroke the slope of his nose. “I was hesitant to sleep with a stranger. But I’ve had today to know you. I’ve changed my mind.”
    “Adrienne...” His voice trailed off.
    “You say my name as if it’s musical. It makes me”—she deliberately licked her lips—“hot.”
    His crooked his neck to the left. “Is that so?”
    “Let me show you how much.” She pushed him back until he was flat on his back. “I don’t have to be in charge in the bedroom, but I can be when you need it. Tonight you do. We’ll see about the future. On this couch, you do as I say.”
    He breathed her name again. “Adrienne, I had no idea you were so intense.”
    “I’m full of surprises. I got to run around in your past for a while today. You’re going to have to spend time getting to know me.”
    He raised a dark eyebrow. She didn’t know what his look meant, and she couldn’t care less. Running her hands over his still clothed body she got to where his cock hid beneath his pants. She rubbed her palm across it, and an impressive package jumped beneath her touch.
    She bent closer and, after undoing the button to his pants, took the small slide in her mouth to undo his zipper. He sucked in his breath, and his abdominal muscles jumped.
    Adrienne had always loved giving head. It made her feel powerful. Knowing whose erection she was about to caress only increased her enjoyment. By the time they got to her later, she’d be soaked through her panties. She smiled at the thought.
    He wore white boxer-briefs. She stroked him another time through the single layer of clothing left before she tugged his pants all the way off, followed immediately by his underwear. His cock jumped to her attention.
    Large, thick, and heavily veined, his cock made her mouth water. “Hello there.”
    She raised her eyes to stare at his. Hanzi’s eyes were hooded. “I think your penis is happy to see me.”
    When he didn’t answer she almost laughed. Hanzi was so serious. She had to lighten his mood. Giving head was serious, certainly, yet it was fun as hell.
    “We’re playing pretend