My saving grace was that he reacted the same way, even if his voice was steady as his wide, soft warm lips brushed back and forth against mine while he whispered, “You also need to work on not being distracted by your target.”
I couldn’t move away, and honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I sucked in a deep breath and stated the obvious, “I’m betting we never had a problem with attraction.” Fuck, staying abstinent as I had, his lips felt like a sensual balm I had forgotten I needed.
His nostrils flared, and his warm breath puffed on and inside my mouth, damn near making me tremble. “I believe that’s a safe assumption.” As his head tilted, his lips glided more firmly against mine. “It would undoubtedly be prudent for neither of us to attempt a sexual coup on one another again from the evidence of our reactions. Most definitely any outcome of an intended purpose would bound to be foiled from lack of focus.”
I hummed softly, barely hearing him. “Sure.” My hands were starting to travel up his thighs again, and a soft sigh escaped me from his heat and steel-like muscles flexing under my fingers. Not to mention his scent. Christ, his unique spiced scent was steadily intensifying the more turned on he became. “I think you should kiss me now.”
He hummed quietly, more of a deep rumble, and his hips lifted the barest bit into my touch as my hands journeyed higher, almost to his crotch. “I don’t take orders well, Queen Ruckler.” His voice was becoming deeper, sounding just as breathless as mine had. “And besides, you’re forgetting about our daughter’s wakefulness again.”
Fuck it. “She won’t tell.” Unable to stop myself, drowning in yearning, I tilted my head and closed my eyes, kissing him, caressing his supple lips with mine. A soft moan, utterly indulgent and womanly, escaped past my lips at the feel of his lips against mine.
“Fuck,” he groaned deeply, then he had a hand on the back of my head, crushing my mouth against his as he kissed me back, his sinuous lips stroking hungrily against mine, easily overtaking my lead.
Oh, God…
He tasted and felt like every carnal sin I had ever fantasized about. Scorching and commanding and delectable. Hearing his groan as I nibbled on his bottom lip damn near had my knees buckling, and his scent had my libido pulsing in need. In no way did I care that I normally disliked this man; all I knew right now was that our mouths meshed together…perfectly.
As if our lips were meant to be connected, forged from birth to be united.
I scarcely noticed him curl my ponytail around his hand, fisting my hair as he tilted my head the other way, his Vampire taking voice in a deep growl as we ate at one another’s mouths. He nipped at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, and his tongue swiped against it, gliding sensually in a heated caress. I shuddered, pressing more firmly against his mouth, wanting more, and when I felt his fangs descend I carefully slipped my tongue inside his mouth to stroke one of them. His breath caught before he moaned quietly, holding my face close, understandably enjoying the sensual stroke since a Vampire’s fangs were sensitive.
“Lil, I’ve been waiting—” Antonio’s annoyed voice sounded loudly.
Completely startled, I shrieked, cutting him off and jumping away from King Zeller…and by jump, I mean I shoved off the ground with my Shifter strength, flying backward. I ended up hitting the top of the bar clear across the room with the back of my legs, and flat out toppled over it, landing on my side behind it and taking a few bottles down with me, their thick glass not breaking when they hit the rug. I lay there, breathing heavily, my senses on full alert as adrenaline pumped through my system. Isa had made a startled noise at my shriek, but I was positive King Zeller had calmed her since I had felt a pulse of Vampire power, and she had quieted, so now I listened to make sure no one else was in the room besides those I knew were here.
“Lil,” Antonio sounded like he was trying not to laugh, “quit hiding behind the damn bar.”
Maybe I was hiding behind the bar with a whole helping of embarrassment and smidge of fear.
Sighing heavily, I slowly stood, keeping my attention firmly off the other occupants in the room and focusing on picking up the bottles of alcohol from the ground and setting them on the bar. The task done way too quickly, I ran a hand over my flushed face, only just catching my breath. My gaze flittered to Antonio and back to the bar, really not glancing in King Zeller’s direction, and I asked, “How long were you standing there for?”
The damn man actually chuckled. “Long enough to see that you two should be using your bedroom I spelled for complete privacy.”
My face flushed further at his pronouncement. “It wasn’t quite like that.” I cleared my throat, picking up a washcloth to scrub the already clean bar. “I was trying to,” another clearing of my throat, “well, it got a bit out of hand.”
Antonio laughed outright. “You’re barely even trying, Lil.” Another deep laugh. “I know you can lie better than this.”