His tongue swiped across his lips as the corner of mouth twitched up. “I suppose it is, but I assure you, there are no small parts of my anatomy I’m trying to compensate for.”
“So, it comes from having a big head?”
Somebody shut me up!
A huge grin grew across his face. “Forward, aren’t you? Talking about the size of my cock.”
“Well, I meant the one on top of your head, it is quite bulbous.”
His brow crinkled. “I don’t know how to take that.”
“An observation.”
Someone really needed to staple my lips shut. I was losing my best dick opportunity of the night.
“What is it that you do to make such an observation?” His smile dropped a little, no longer reaching his eyes or having that sexy edge.
“I’m a vampire.”
His brows shot up and he nodded. “Interesting and a little macabre.”
I wanted to slap myself. First guy in ages to flirt with me and I fucked it up. He was gone.
“Yep.”
He leaned forward, surprising me, his interest seeming piqued by the almost excitement in his expression. “I didn’t realize being a vampire was a job.”
I nodded. “Not very lucrative though.”
“Do you have other talents besides being a master sucker?”
The way he enunciated the last word coupled with the heavy lidded look he gave me, had my * clenching.
My eyes widened.
And we’re back
“I…I…” I cleared my throat as my cheeks heated up. “What brings you to the great city of Cincinnati?”
He leaned back, but the sexy smirk thankfully stayed. “I travel a lot for work. For instance, I got off a plane from New York yesterday, and I’d been in Italy a few days before that.”
“Italy? I’ve always wanted to go there.”
“Can I persuade to you to keep me company?” He reached out, fingers trailing up my forearm. “Or do you need to return?”
“I don’t know,” I said with a glance to the table again.
He smirked. “You don’t?”
I bit my lip, and looked up at him from under my lashes. “I think it all depends on your method of persuasion.” It was official at that sentence that I’d reached my limit: I’d just offered myself up.
“I know many ways.” He leaned forward, his eyes on my lips before looking up. “I have words, I have touch.” I drew in a ragged breath as his hand moved down the column of my neck. “Where would you like me to start? With my mouth or my body?”
“I can’t have both?”
He chuckled as one hand moved to my waist, drawing me to him, while the other cupped my neck. When his lips touched mine a jolt of electricity zapped to my clit, making it twitch. I let out a little moan as he slipped his tongue inside, stroking it against my own. Then it wasn’t just him holding me to his body, it was also my hands knotting in his suit, pulling me up and closer as the electric pulses danced in my veins.
I wanted him. Right there, on the barstool.
I whimpered when he pulled back, my eyes heavy and cheeks hot.
His hips shifted, pushing his cock into my stomach.
“Can we try that again? Maybe somewhere with at least a little bit of privacy?”
He quirked his brow. “How much is a little bit?”
“At this point I don’t care if it’s in the men’s restroom.” There was no covering how breathy my voice was.
He smirked again and reached into his pocket, pulling out one of the hotel’s cardkeys. “I’d like a little more time with you than a quickie in a stall, no matter how hot that sounds.”
“Then how about we start there and work our way up?”
“Kinky.” He leaned forward, his tongue swiping across my lips. “I like it.”