[Phantom Warriors 01] Bacchus by Jordan Summers Page A

armed herself before opening the door.
    Smart woman.
    His respect for her grew by the second. She faced away from him toward the
    bathroom door, leaving Bacchus an expansive view of creamy skin as her spine sloped
    its way down toward her ripe ass.
    He swallowed hard, willing his fangs to remain retracted, and fought to keep from
    materializing. He followed her long-fingered hands as they hooked inside the waistband
    of her sweats and then tugged enough to clear her womanly hips before pooling at her
    feet. She stepped out of her clothes, leaving them lying on the floor.
    Goddess bless! His cock rose like a phoenix, hardening and throbbing to the point of
    pain. She turned then to reach inside a nearby drawer.
    Bacchus caught his first glimpse of her breasts. They were small, but firm. The pinks
    of her nipples flushed and puckered against her skin as if she sensed his eyes upon her.
    Her breathing deepened, and she looked around before bringing her fingers to the
    pointed nubs and pinching the tips. A low moan struggled out of Jill’s throat and her
    head dropped back as she played with her breasts. A flush started at her cheeks and
    spread over her body, giving her a rosy glow.
    Bacchus knew she couldn’t see him, but he held still all the same. His mind blanked
    as she teased her nipples. He wanted to rush across the room and push her hands out of
    the way so he could cover the cream-colored flesh with his mouth, feathering it with his
    forked tongue.
    He followed the gentle swell of her breasts down her flat stomach and onto her
    mons. Pale curls covered the delicate folds, hiding the feminine treasure from his gaze.
    Jill released her breasts with a frustrated sigh, then went back to gathering the items
    she needed for her shower. Her gaze darted to the door time and again to ensure it
    remained secured.
    He really couldn’t blame her for being nervous. He didn’t exactly come off as
    harmless. It pleased him she was intelligent enough to lock the door for her own safety,
    even after she’d asked him to step outside. Bacchus noticed a cell phone amongst the
    items she’d gathered and grinned to himself.
    Jill stroked her arm.
    Bacchus followed her movements in a trance. He flicked his tongue out, gathering
    her scent, impressing it on his body until he knew he could find her anywhere in this
    city.
    She walked the few steps into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Bacchus
    told himself to leave, give her the privacy she sought, but he couldn’t. Without
    encouragement, his feet traveled the short distance separating him from the woman who
    now held his complete attention.
    Bacchus stood for several moments, staring at the closed door, listening to the
    steady ping of water. His body trembled and muscles ached as he fought to control his
    desire. Finally, he passed through the locked door. The second his eyes focused, his
    breath froze in his lungs.
    Jill stood behind a clear shower curtain, her soapy hands gliding up and over her
    long legs in luxurious strokes. She hummed as she reached for a sponge and caressed
    the soft material over her breasts. Her nipples stabbed toward the water as if
    anticipating its warm lick.
    The spray covered her skin, leaving it glistening under the morning light. She
    rotated back to front, rinsing the suds from her body. She looked like a nymph under a
    waterfall, tempting, alluring. Bacchus curled his fingers into fists to keep from releasing
    his cock.
    His fangs unfurled, saliva dripping along their length as he bit down. Blood filled
    Bacchus’ mouth, exploding his senses. He swallowed it and still he watched. He couldn’
    t seem to tear his gaze away.
    She continued to wash, moving on to her hair, which turned light brown from the
    water. When Jill dropped the soap and bent to retrieve it, Bacchus knew he had to leave
    or risk losing control and attacking her.
    He took one last look at her heart-shaped ass, kneading his palms with his fingertips
    like he longed to