NocC 025 - Caridad Pineiro - Her Vampire Lover - Harlequin 2012-10 by Nocturne Page A

puckered in response as she remembered his mouth on her breasts. Between her legs, an insistent throb awakened and she shifted against her seat, trying to find a comfortable way to sit as they finished the last bite of dessert.
    “Are you okay?” he asked and she nodded.
    He leaned close, his nose brushing the shell of her ear. A low and exciting rumble tinged his voice as he said, “Liar. I can smell your arousal.”
    He bit her earlobe and she shuddered, grabbing hold of his thigh to steady herself as images of them making love pummeled her brain. He groaned in response to that simple touch, laid his hand over hers and guided it to his hard erection.
    “Will it always be like this?” she wondered aloud, glancing around the restaurant to see if anyone had noticed the indiscretion.
    “I do not know,” he said and his gaze locked with hers. “It has never been this way before with anyone else.”
    A waiter was coming their way, but with a flick of his hand, Gregori used his vampire powers to shoo him away.
    “You’ve not used that on me,” she said and stroked her hand up and down his cock, growing wetter with each passing second.
    “I want you to come to me freely, Sonja. I want no deceptions between us.”
    She wanted that as well, even as jumbled as her emotions where about what she was doing with him. About what would happen with them as the week drew to a close and it was time for her to go home. But even with those doubts, she knew one thing at that moment.
    “Can we go home now?”
    He shot up from the chair and offered her his arm, a veneer of politeness sheathed over barely checked desire.
    She tucked her arm in his and they hurried from the restaurant to where his limo waited at the curb. The driver, who had been lounging there, snapped to attention and swung open the door.
    “Take us home,” Gregori instructed as she climbed in and he followed.
    She faced him on the long leather bench seat and shot a quick look at the privacy screen.
    It was up, and Gregori wasted not a second scooping her into his arms and settling her across his lap, her legs straddling him. Her center nestled over the hard ridge of his erection.
    Sonja trembled as she imagined taking him deep within her, but Gregori swept his hand down her arm in a calming gesture.
    “Not yet, my love. There is still much to explore.”
    He shifted his hand to the vee of her neckline and eased aside the fabric to expose her breast. She had gone braless in anticipation of his touch and all night long the soft brush of the crepe satin had teased her nipples and kept her desire kindled.
    “You are so lovely. So perfect,” he said, his gaze fixed on her breast while he rubbed his thumb back and forth across the tip. The touch was oh so delicate and yet it still had her shaking in his arms.
    “We don’t have long before we’re home.” But despite his warning, he dipped his head to touch his tongue to that sensitive tip.
    She cupped the back of his skull and held him to her. He answered her unspoken plea, sucking the tip into his mouth and teething her until she moaned aloud with her need and rocked her hips against him.
    The fine wool of his suit rasped lightly on the tender skin of her thighs and the desire-drenched silk of her thong panties. As she rode him, the thong bit deeper into her cleft, creating delicious friction against her clitoris.
    Gregori was barely restraining his need to be sheathed in her and to have the rush of her blood feeding him. With her so close, the beat of her heart pounded against his senses as he sampled her breasts. The pulse of her passion throbbed against his erection. The dual beats warred with each other and with his heartbeat until the hungers twined together.
    The heat of the vampire exploded throughout his body just as the car slowed. He reached forward and slapped at a switch. He growled into the intercom, “Keep driving.”
    Sonja looked down at him then and her eyes widened as the first telltale hints of