him.
"Why? It can't possibly help you," she said, meeting his stare.
He clenched his jaw together and spoke through his teeth. "Because I want to know the name of the woman that I am in love with, and I want to know that she isn't a minor before I make love to her."
Ciera gasped and got to her feet. "No! You can't possibly love me. I have already gone too far. If we fall in love with humans…it's certain death for us. You have to understand. We can't be together."
Tears were flowing out of her eyes and he couldn't understand why. He was surprised at how easy it was to say that. Of course, he had never been in love before, and he'd never been one of those guys who said it just to get a girl in the sack. One thing he did know was that, besides the case, she was all he could think about for the last month. It had to be love. He'd never felt anything so strong before in his life. The only other woman he'd ever said those three words to was his mother. And why would him loving her cause her trouble? Unless…unless she was in love with him, too. He took a step forward. She stared at his foot as though it were a rabid dog about to bite her.
He was only about five feet from her. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift move. She looked terrified and he wanted her to feel safe. He wanted to hold her body next to his. He didn't care about his job. They could make a run for it. Leave the scary vampires that would try to kill them, and the cops that would throw him in prison, behind. He took another step and pulled his white t-shirt over his head. She began shaking her head slowly. He could tell she wanted to tell him to stop, but it was the need in her that wouldn't let her say anything.
He could see it in her eyes; she wanted him too. He took another step, and he was standing only a breath away from her. She was trembling and her bottom lip was quivering. He wanted to still it with his own lips.
He reached for her hand. She jumped a little when their skin touched, but didn't move otherwise. She had even stopped breathing, and he hoped it was natural for her kind, or else she would be turning blue soon from lack of oxygen. He brought her hand up and placed it on his chest, making her palm flatten out on his pec. She sighed so heavily that it could have passed for a moan of pleasure. He slowly took her other hand and placed it beside the first.
She closed her eyes. "I've wanted to touch you like this from the first moment I saw you."
"How old are you?" he demanded in a whisper.
She kept her eyes closed as she spoke. The scent of him was almost intoxicating to her. "Three hundred and twenty-seven years old."
He tensed and she opened her eyes to look at him. He was smiling. "What?" she said.
"And here I was worrying that you were a minor. How old were you when you were made a ... a ..."
"Vampire? Twenty-five."
He smiled again. "And your name?"
She closed her eyes again. She couldn't believe she was being this open with a mortal. The Elders would have her head on a chopping block. "Ciera."
He bent to her ear and spoke in a whisper. "Thank you." He captured her earlobe with his lips and sucked gently. A soft cry escaped her throat. He pulled back and looked at her face. Her eyes were still closed. "If you wish for me to stop, you need only to say so Ci-er-a." He dragged her name out on a seductive whisper.
The sound of her name coming from his lips was like heaven to her ears. She knew that she needed to tell him to stop, but she also knew that she wasn't going to. Now that they had touched each other, she wouldn't ever be able to touch him enough. It was one of her greatest fears come true, but oh, how being bad could feel so good.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Ciera," he said and she obeyed. "Do you want me to stop?"
He was giving her an out. He didn't know that she had never been touched by a man, but he did know that she was afraid, and he was making sure that
"Why? It can't possibly help you," she said, meeting his stare.
He clenched his jaw together and spoke through his teeth. "Because I want to know the name of the woman that I am in love with, and I want to know that she isn't a minor before I make love to her."
Ciera gasped and got to her feet. "No! You can't possibly love me. I have already gone too far. If we fall in love with humans…it's certain death for us. You have to understand. We can't be together."
Tears were flowing out of her eyes and he couldn't understand why. He was surprised at how easy it was to say that. Of course, he had never been in love before, and he'd never been one of those guys who said it just to get a girl in the sack. One thing he did know was that, besides the case, she was all he could think about for the last month. It had to be love. He'd never felt anything so strong before in his life. The only other woman he'd ever said those three words to was his mother. And why would him loving her cause her trouble? Unless…unless she was in love with him, too. He took a step forward. She stared at his foot as though it were a rabid dog about to bite her.
He was only about five feet from her. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift move. She looked terrified and he wanted her to feel safe. He wanted to hold her body next to his. He didn't care about his job. They could make a run for it. Leave the scary vampires that would try to kill them, and the cops that would throw him in prison, behind. He took another step and pulled his white t-shirt over his head. She began shaking her head slowly. He could tell she wanted to tell him to stop, but it was the need in her that wouldn't let her say anything.
He could see it in her eyes; she wanted him too. He took another step, and he was standing only a breath away from her. She was trembling and her bottom lip was quivering. He wanted to still it with his own lips.
He reached for her hand. She jumped a little when their skin touched, but didn't move otherwise. She had even stopped breathing, and he hoped it was natural for her kind, or else she would be turning blue soon from lack of oxygen. He brought her hand up and placed it on his chest, making her palm flatten out on his pec. She sighed so heavily that it could have passed for a moan of pleasure. He slowly took her other hand and placed it beside the first.
She closed her eyes. "I've wanted to touch you like this from the first moment I saw you."
"How old are you?" he demanded in a whisper.
She kept her eyes closed as she spoke. The scent of him was almost intoxicating to her. "Three hundred and twenty-seven years old."
He tensed and she opened her eyes to look at him. He was smiling. "What?" she said.
"And here I was worrying that you were a minor. How old were you when you were made a ... a ..."
"Vampire? Twenty-five."
He smiled again. "And your name?"
She closed her eyes again. She couldn't believe she was being this open with a mortal. The Elders would have her head on a chopping block. "Ciera."
He bent to her ear and spoke in a whisper. "Thank you." He captured her earlobe with his lips and sucked gently. A soft cry escaped her throat. He pulled back and looked at her face. Her eyes were still closed. "If you wish for me to stop, you need only to say so Ci-er-a." He dragged her name out on a seductive whisper.
The sound of her name coming from his lips was like heaven to her ears. She knew that she needed to tell him to stop, but she also knew that she wasn't going to. Now that they had touched each other, she wouldn't ever be able to touch him enough. It was one of her greatest fears come true, but oh, how being bad could feel so good.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Ciera," he said and she obeyed. "Do you want me to stop?"
He was giving her an out. He didn't know that she had never been touched by a man, but he did know that she was afraid, and he was making sure that
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