Craig's Heart by N. J. Walters Page B

say. She was smiling at him. It wasn’t a big smile, more a tilting of the corners of her lips. But there was a light in her eyes as well that made them shimmer. She looked happy.
    Lust exploded inside him, tempered with a softer emotion he wasn’t ready to name. He reached for her, needing to touch her, to know she was real. He put his hands on her sides, lifted her and set her down on top of the marble vanity. Evie grabbed his biceps, steadying herself. He nudged her legs apart and made a place for himself.
    The kiss was explosive. As though they’d both passed some point of no return, there was no being gentle for either of them.
    He ate at her lips, loving their taste, their texture, the way she parted them for him. He felt like a conquering king, a marauder as he claimed her. And she was right there with him, digging her nails into his flesh, opening her mouth wider, tangling her tongue with his.
    “God, Evie.” He kissed a trail down her jawline and then up to her ear. He caught the lobe and nipped it. She gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist.
    Craig wouldn’t have been surprised if steam came out his ears. His cock was ready to explode. But he couldn’t let that happen. He had to get inside her first.
    He pulled back, grabbed the hem of her shirt and dragged it over her head. She grabbed his T-shirt and he heard a loud rip. The fabric parted from hem to neck. He laughed at her impatience, pulled away the remnants and tossed the torn garment aside.
    She was wearing a bra, but he had that off in a blink, amazed he could move so fast and efficiently when he was trembling inside. He covered her breasts with his hands, weighing the small, firm mounds. The tips puckered, stabbing his palms. He growled, shocked by how possessive he felt.
    Evie placed her hands on his chest and kneaded the hard muscles. Her hands were small and warm and quickly found his flat nipples, teasing them.
    Lust swamped him, greater than the bloodlust he’d felt earlier. He caught his reflection in the bathroom mirror and saw the red-tinged eyes staring back at him.
    He shook himself, desperate to regain control. It wasn’t easy with Evie’s head tilted back, exposing her long, slender neck. Her hair tumbled down her back and her skin was as pale as cream. Her lips were moist from his kisses, her eyes half-closed.
    Craig’s hands shook as he undid the zipper of her black jeans. And if he had any doubts about if Evie wanted this as badly as he did, they disappeared when she helped him strip her jeans and panties off. It only took seconds and he had her sitting totally naked on the marble countertop in front of him.
    He moaned as the sweet scent of her arousal tickled his nostrils. He licked his lips and his tongue touched a sharp fang. Craig went to his knees and pulled her butt to the edge of the counter. He pushed her thighs wider and pulled her legs over his shoulders.
    Perfect.
    He could see her pink pussy, swollen with need, liquid with arousal. He leaned inward and stroked his tongue over her slick folds. Evie gasped, tightening her thighs around his head.
    He growled with pleasure and dipped his tongue inside her hot, molten core, pushing it as far as it would go.
    “Craig.” His name was a plea, a promise as it fell from her lips. His cock was as hard as steel, but not nearly as cold. He was burning up inside, like he had a fever, but one only she could cure.
    One of his fangs accidentally pierced her delicate flesh. She cried out and he jerked back, horrified by what he’d done. A single drop of blood welled up. He looked up, but she guided his head back to her.
    Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the sweet scent of her blood mingling with that of her musky arousal. He touched the tip of his tongue to the single droplet. Ambrosia.
    Lust rolled through him like a runaway freight train. Unstoppable. He captured her clit between his lips and sucked, careful not to cut her again. She arched her back and cried out his name. He