Authors: Crystal Jordan
“I thought you could take whatever I dished out.” Her voice rang with lust and triumph as she rubbed the head of his cock against her soaking slit. His talons dug into her hips, but he didn’t have the will to push her away until he could get a handle on his self-restraint. Instead, he pushed her down, buried every last inch of his dick into her sheath. She was tight and hot around him, and they both moaned at the exquisite stretch, the friction of his flesh moving in hers.
Her eyes closed and she rocked forward. It was fast and rough and exactly what he craved. She laughed, twisting and grinding against him, a living flame in his embrace. He braced his feet against the floorboard, using the leverage to thrust his hips higher, to go even deeper. Pressing one hand against the roof of the car, she bounced down on his dick with as much force and speed as he pushed upward. Sweat glistened on her skin and slid in rivulets from his temples. The shocks on the vehicle squeaked as they moved—an accompaniment to their low groans and ragged sighs.
“Look at me, Erin.” He wanted to see her come apart in his arms while his cock filled her, needed to witness the moment pleasure overtook her. He cupped her cheek, urging her to meet his gaze. He let her see everything he felt, hid nothing. He adored her, worshipped her, would lay the world at her feet if he could. A delighted smile curled her lips, tears brightening her blue eyes.
Pulling his hand down to cover her breast, he felt the rapid tattoo of her pulse beneath her skin.
She gave him a lopsided grin. “It beats for you. Forever.”
He swallowed, tenderness tangling with his lust. This woman could bring him to his knees and take him to heaven in the space of a heartbeat. His blood flowed in her veins, had saved her life, connecting them in ways neither of them understood yet.
“I love you.” She brought his hand to her lips, sucked his finger into her mouth, slid her tongue down to the base of his thumb, turned her head and sank her fangs into his wrist.
He roared as orgasm slammed into him, dragging every sensation, every emotion out of him. He pumped his cock into her, spurting his come deep into her sleek, tight pussy. Yet his gaze never left hers and he saw the tumult of hot need and sweet fulfillment play across her expressive face. This was how it was supposed to be, giving and taking, a fire that never went out.
“Your energy…” Her gasp was as much telepathic as physical and she screamed, her pussy flexing on his dick. He felt chill bumps rise on her flesh, knew that their combined pleasure was almost too much for her to bear. He held her close, comforting her as she adjusted to this new level of sensation.
Her breath rushed against his throat, cooling the sweat there. He shuddered, reveled in the scent of her and him, sex and satisfaction. She pressed her forehead to his, rubbed her nose over his. A soft, loving smile curved her mouth. “So…vampirism. Interesting. Not that I ever thought much about becoming one, but I don’t think I would have expected this.”
“You should know…” He swallowed, glancing away from her, wished he didn’t have to tell her this, but knew the guilt wouldn’t quit until she heard the truth and decided how to feel about his ruthless possessiveness. “I was…glad that I had to turn you—that you didn’t get to choose to be a wolf instead.”
Catching his chin, she brought his gaze back to her. “Hey. None of that. I’m glad to be alive. If I’d wanted to be a wolf, I could have let my aunt Change me years ago.” She bit her lip. “I never had the need to remain Normal the way Jack did, but I wasn’t sold on going Magickal either. Maybe I was waiting for the right reason. Maybe I was waiting for you.”
He shook his head, wondering why he was pushing so hard to give her another reason to dump him. Maybe he just needed some proof that she’d stay, no matter what. That she’d do what no other woman ever had—accept him, all of him, good and bad. “It was a despicable thing to be
glad
you had your choice taken away, to be grateful you would be blood bound to me for the rest of your life.”
“If you’d asked me, I would have said yes.” That obstinate tilt to her chin made him fight a grin. “So this is irrelevant. Stop beating yourself up, stop overanalyzing your motivations. You did the right thing. I’m alive because of what you did. I’m glad I’m not a wolf because that would make it even harder for us to be together. I want to be a vampire, I want to be with you for as long as we both shall live, till death do us part. Do I need to carve it in stone for you?”
He stared at her, some final barrier inside him crumbling at what he saw in her face. Love, the kind that would stand the test of time. Love for him. That utter peace he’d always felt with her wrapped around him. Was that what this had always been? The deep comfort of having found the other half of his soul? It was a miracle, when he’d stopped believing such things existed.
“I love you,” he whispered, crushing her against his chest. “I love you so fucking much.”
Her smile was pure joy. “Good. You’re stuck with me for the next four hundred plus years, so you’d better love me a
lot.”
“I do,
tesorina mia
. I always will.”
How she’d managed to slip past the defenses of his weary, cynical heart, he’d never know, but he’d be grateful forever. After Francesca and Tess, Erin was the last person he’d ever have imagined loving, but he did. Against all the odds, he did. Any sane man would have run from her as if his ass were on fire, but she’d captured him the moment he’d met her. He’d never even had a chance to run. Thank gods.
He kissed her, needing to taste her, feel her, remind himself that she was alive, she was his and she’d believed in him when she had every reason to hate him. She’d saved him, in more ways than one.
She leaned back and gave him a sassy smile. “So, about that bubble bath. Want to share it with me?”
“I want to share everything with you,
cara mia.”
“Good answer.”
No matter what the future held for them, good or bad, he was never letting her go. And for the first time in his life, he truly believed that the woman he loved would never let him go either. Nothing had ever felt so good.
There was only one thing left to do.
“So, Erin, I think we should finally go shopping for that sapphire you wanted.”
About the Author
Crystal Jordan began writing romance after she finished graduate school and needed something to fill the hours that used to be eaten away by homework. Currently, she serves as a librarian at a university in California, but has lived and worked all over the United States. She writes paranormal, contemporary, futuristic and erotic romance.
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Demon’s Caress
Wasteland: The Wanderer
Treasured
Forbidden Passions
Stolen Passions
Fleeting Passions
Unbelievable
If You Believe
Believe in Me
Make Me Believe
In the Heat of the Night
Total Eclipse of the Heart
Big Girls Don’t Die
It’s Raining Men
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Destination: Desire
Vegas Vacation
What happens in Vegas shouldn’t stay in Vegas.
Vegas Vacation
© 2013 Crystal Jordan
Destination: Desire, Book 1
It’s spring break, and a group of teachers from Half Moon Bay Middle School are planning to cut loose. History teacher Meg Phillips hadn’t planned on being one of them—Vegas isn’t really a town for a bookworm—but somehow she let her friend Anne talk her into it.
Though honestly, she’d rather indulge in some poolside reading than co-star in an R-rated edition of Teachers Gone Wild.
It took some major arm twisting for Finn Walsh to convince his fellow gym teacher, Anne, to do whatever it took to get Meg to Vegas. For over a year he’s been looking for the chance to get to know her outside of work. He’s drawn to her quiet beauty and intelligence—and the hint of fire beneath her understated exterior.
When he finally gets the opportunity to peel away those layers, the result is far more explosive than he ever fantasized. Now to convince her that the week isn’t a wildly out-of-character mistake, but the start of something amazing…
Warning:
Two good teachers doing very naughty things to each other while on vacation in Sin City. Hey, everyone deserves a chance to cut loose, right?
Enjoy the following excerpt for
Vegas Vacation:
Frustrated tears stung in her eyes—or maybe it was the alcohol fumes rising from her shirt.
“What’s going on?” Finn appeared out of nowhere, ducking down so he could look at her face. “Meg?”
“I don’t want to be here.” Her voice actually wobbled when she spoke, and a flush scorched her cheeks. Emotional meltdown in front of the hottest guy she’d ever met. Yep, it really was possible for this trip to get worse. She blinked fast and glanced away. “They don’t have a room ready for us yet. Looks like the rest of the group got to the ones they had.”
Anne stomped up, fire blazing in her eyes. “Well, they’ve given us a free dinner at one of the hotel restaurants for the inconvenience, but there are apparently no rooms to be had right this second. At all. They’re booked. What the hell? No rooms in Vegas?”
“It’s a fight weekend. Heavyweight boxing.” Finn shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Some of the guys got tickets.”
“I’m going too,” Anne said. “I just didn’t think it would suck up all the rooms in town.”
Meg spoke through clenched teeth. “Goody for you.”
“I’m not one of the people going. I have other ideas for my time here.” Finn’s tone was so virtuous it made her snort. He looked her over and winced. “Sorry Ed got you with the whiskey, too. I was all the way in the back of the van, so I couldn’t grab him in time. Why don’t you bring your stuff up to my room, use my shower, and change clothes?”
Meg sighed. The promise of a clean outfit made it the most appealing offer she’d ever had. Naked in Finn’s shower was weird, but she’d take what she could get. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. “Sounds like a plan.”
What might have been triumph flashed in his gaze, and his smile was dazzling. “Great.”
Anne stepped in front of her, her expression concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Do you have a better option?” Meg held her arms out and gestured down at her ruined garments. “Tracking anyone else down takes time, where I’m still gross.”
“True.” Anne ran her hands through her short hair. “Want me to come with you or let you do your own thing?”
“I love you, honey, but as few people as possible would be awesome right now.” Meg waved her off, wishing for nothing more than to be somewhere quiet. “Go have fun with Carla. Keep her from drinking and gambling her next paycheck away.”
Anne grimaced. “Will do.”
It didn’t take long to get to Finn’s room, which worked for Meg. The sooner she could shower, the better she’d feel. And she’d really love to get some lunch. “I’m starving.”
“Me, too.” He opened the door and motioned her into the room. After setting her suitcase on the luggage rack for her, he shrugged out of his backpack and dumped it on the end of the bed. “Once you’re showered, we can find the gang and get some food.”
She wrinkled her nose, unzipping her bag to root around for some clean clothes. “They’re probably eating right now. After they hosed me down, the jerks. Remind me to never, ever go anywhere outside of work with this bunch again. You all seemed so normal when we were at school, but now?”
“Hey.” He caught her shoulders in his strong hands, frowning at her. “Don’t go lumping me into this bunch. I’m trying to help, not off partying.”
Tingles broke down her arms at his touch, and she swayed toward him just a little. She tried to inject some teasing into her tone. “My hero. Thank you.”
His lips curved in a small grin, but he didn’t let her go. “You’re welcome. I just don’t want you to think I turn into a jackass who ditches my friends the second the chance to drink and gamble comes up.”
“I don’t imbibe much, which is probably why this makes me even crankier.” She made a face. “I didn’t even get sloshed and I still got sloshed all over.”
Somehow, he was even closer, and she didn’t know if he had moved or if she had. His heat wrapped around her, and it felt far too nice. A masculine scent filled her nose, the smell that was uniquely Finn. He dropped his forehead to hers. “I’m sorry this has sucked for you so far. Maybe I can make it up to you.”
“I don’t think anything could make this trip better. It was a mistake to let Anne talk me into this. They ganged up on me, Anne and our two other best friends.” She shut her eyes, sudden exhaustion hitting her, and she let herself lean into his solid strength. Just for a minute. He felt good, comforting, even though it was foolish to acknowledge it.