Fashionably Hotter Than Hell: Book Six, The Hot Damned Series by Robyn Peterman Page A

hers. My fangs had descended from my gums and I knew my eyes blazed green. I studied her lovely face and was delighted to see that her eyes and fangs matched mine. We were both in need.
     
    Leaning into her, I traced her full lips with my tongue. She tasted like Heaven and sin and woman. She opened her lips and invited me in. My head spun and I lost sight of the fact we were in a public place. Actually, I didn't give a damn.
     
    Her eyes fluttered shut and it took everything I had to explore gently. Every instinct I had was to make her mine for eternity, but she needed to be with me on that one. I would wait until she wanted the same thing. I knew in my gut she wanted it—had known for hundreds of years she wanted it, but something stopped her. This time I would find out.
     
    I wanted her body, her heart and her soul. I was going to win. I always won my battles. I'd just never fought one this long.
     
    The burning desire to be buried deep inside of her was all-consuming, but sex was a bad idea. God damn it, wait… Why was it a bad idea? Her body writhing beneath mine had my brain spinning out of control. Yet I knew I had to stop. I would win the skirmish but lose the war if I banged her on the gym floor. Fuck.
     
    "Can't play hide the salami today," I muttered as I disengaged myself. "Can't do it."
     
    "What did you just say?" she asked. Her cheeks were flushed and she was grinning. "Did you just refer to your equipment as a salami?"
     
    "Of course not," I mumbled. Then I groaned as I rolled off her and ran my hands through my hair in frustration. "All right, I did, but it's entirely Astrid's fault. We're not supposed to bump uglies or do the horizontal hula anymore."
     
    "Ummm… okay," she said as she tried not to laugh. "Can I ask why?"
     
    "No."
     
    We both stared at the ceiling for a while. What was my next move here?
     
    "Are we done fighting?" she asked.
     
    There were several ways to answer that one. "Literally or figuratively?"
     
    "That's kind of loaded, don't you think?" she replied.
     
    I glanced over at her on the floor beside me. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were pink and her eyes sparkled. She had never been more beautiful and I'd never been more at a loss as to what to do.
     
    "Astrid bet me that we couldn't be friends," I lied. Fuck, where did that come from?
     
    "What did you bet?" She sat up as her eyes grew wide with excitement.
     
    Lying was never the best policy, but knowing Raquel was a sucker for a bet or a dare spurred me on. "My fleet of cars," I answered, compounding the lie tremendously. I figured I should just phone Satan and reserve a suite, but she giggled and I couldn't stop myself. "My entire fleet of cars," I added as I hoped God and Astrid would forgive me.
     
    "Holy shit," she muttered. She knew my car collection. "What do you get from her if you win?"
     
    "She has to pole dance with Mother Nature at the next formal gathering," I said as I imagined my cousin ripping me from limb to limb. Astrid was going to kill me dead.
     
    "Piece of cake," she said as she laughed. "You will win and Astrid will dance."
     
    "Really?" Could it be this easy? Did lying work? "You'll be my friend?"
     
    "What exactly does being your friend entail?"
     
    "Well, we would talk and be civil instead of trying to kill each other," I said slowly, wondering how much I could get away with. I was headed to Hell anyway, might as well make it worth it.
     
    "I could probably make that work," she said as she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her slim thighs.
     
    "We would hang out and get to know each other better," I added and waited for her to belt me.
     
    "How much?" she asked suspiciously.
     
    "Probably a lot in the beginning. How long are you here?"
     
    "Not sure yet," she said as she rested her chin on her knees. "So no sex?"
     
    "No, no sex," I croaked as we both stared at my raging erection. "Well, maybe if we talked the entire time and got to know each other