The only thing that tarnished his perfection was his vampire control—a cock ring—which, in comparison, made my dog collar seem like a gift from Tiffany’s.
I’d had to employ a fairy god with enough magic to override Summer’s sex spell. That fairy god, known as the Dagda, had possessed a slightly sick sense of humor, and he hadn’t much cared for Jimmy. Hence the cock ring. At least Sanducci’s was hidden from view most of the time, unlike mine.
A cock ring was supposed to increase the amount of time a man could maintain an erection. Not that Jimmy’d ever had any problem. Nevertheless, I bet he couldn’t wait to get it off, and I couldn’t blame him. He had to hate it even more than I hated my poodley neckwear.
Every time my eyes brushed his erection, it leaped. When I licked my lips, caught my breath, his penis darkened as even more blood raced there.
“Lizzy.” His voice was choked, a little desperate. If he didn’t lie down soon, he’d probably faint.
I held out my hand and tugged him with me onto the bed. He lay nestled between my thighs; I felt the beat of his heart both there and against my chest. When he kissed me, the rhythm echoed in his lips. I closed my eyes and became caught up in the music. Time slowed as we relearned every dip and curve with lips and tongue and teeth.
Tangling our legs, I flipped him onto his back, rising above, taking control. His eyes glittered in the candlelight, for an instant reminding me of the red that would glow there if his demon took the wheel.
But the glow was gold; the eyes were Jimmy’s. I cupped his cheek, slid my thumb over his cheekbone, and it came away wet. I frowned.
“Sweat,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “You’re a lot of work, Lizzy.”
Then he smiled, and my heart tumbled slowly toward my stomach. I was going to love him until the day that I died. I just couldn’t help myself.
Afraid I might cry, though I never cried, I leaned forward and kissed him again. He let me. But not for long.
I straddled his hips; his erection rode my buttocks. The cock ring pressed in interesting, innovative places. Very nice, but not quite nice enough.
I wiggled, trying to find a way to make the frantic need abate. Jimmy cursed and dumped me onto my back. Before I could complain, he slid inside me, and that frantic need turned into a frantic pace.
“Okay,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine, even as he pressed himself deep within. “Listen.”
“Shhh,” I hissed sharply, concentrating on the beat down below.
“Lizzy!” He pulled almost all the way out, leaving only his tip perched at the edge.
So I arched, reaching for him with my body, clutching his buttocks. He captured my wrists, yanked them above my head, and held them there with one hand. I could have gotten away, but I really didn’t want to.
“Focus, baby.”
The word baby made my eyes snap open. I’d never liked it when he called me that. Once he’d stopped, I’d only wanted him to start again.
Our eyes so close I felt his eyelashes brush mine when he blinked, our breath mingled as our bodies yearned.
“We have to say the words as we—” He paused, then blurted, “We should come together. You understand?”
“Orgasm,” I managed. “At the same time.”
“Right.”
“That’s part of the spell?”
“There’s power in it.”
“I’ll say,” I muttered. I’d been here before, though not with Jimmy. Sawyer had said nearly the same thing the night he’d given me the power to shape-shift. I decided to keep that tidbit to myself.
“We’ll have to stay right on the verge, say the words, then—” He thrust forward just enough to make my eyes cross.
“Not going to be easy,” I managed.
“Name something that is. Ready?”
I nodded, and he started again, slow and steady, in and out. Our gazes remained locked. In his I saw echoes of our past. No one knew me like he did. No one could.
“Faster,” I whispered.
“Touch me,” he begged, and let go of my hands.
My palms skimmed his back, showed him the rhythm. Every time he slid in, our lips met, when he slid out, they parted. I’d never had sex with my eyes wide open. It was interesting. Where before I’d always known he was close by the slowing of his hips, the racing of his breath, the slight but telltale swelling within, now I saw the future in his eyes.
He stilled. I squirmed. He nipped my lip. “Don’t,” he managed, then licked the swell. I saw blood on his tongue, and my damnable demon awoke. It didn’t want to be confined and began to promise all sorts of tempting things.
“I order the vampire within to live only beneath the fullest of moons,” Jimmy stated.
I was busy trying to ignore my demon’s promise to give me anything, anyone, at any time that I wished.
“Say it!”
His urgency got through and I repeated his words. As the word moons slipped from my lips, the demon’s whisper faded.
Jimmy rewarded me with a slow, single stroke. All the way out then a deep plunge home. I moaned.