Enraptured (19 page)

She was still trying to catch her breath and
get her bearings, when he spun her around and flattened her against
the wall. She didn’t think she would ever come back to earth again,
when she cracked her eyes open to look at him. His eyes were the
most beautifully bright blue she’d ever seen as they burned into
hers. Holding her gaze, he lifted his fingers to his lips and
licked them leisurely.

“Delicious,” he murmured savoring in the
sweet taste of her on his fingers. “But I knew you would be.”

Paige’s heart thumped against her ribs. The
man had just made her orgasm twice, and yet those words made her
want to jump him all over again. Beads of sweat dotted his
forehead; she felt liked she’d taken a handful of valium, but
strain radiated from him. Some of her euphoria faded away when he
bent to place a tender kiss on her forehead.

“Wait,” she whispered when he started to
turn away. “Where are you going?”

A sardonic smile curved the edges of his
mouth. “Unless you plan to jerk me off, to the bathroom.” The
saliva in her mouth vanished. He took hold of her hand and placed
it against his dick again. “Do you? Because I can assure you I’d
much prefer to have your hand wrapped around me than my own.”

L.J. had never been this forward, this
brazen or sexual, and this man
oozed
sexuality from every
one of his pores. She and L.J. had both been fumbling, bumbling
virgins in the beginning. Neither had really known what they were
doing. It had always been a pleasurable, comforting experience, but
sex with L.J. had never been as erotically charged and satisfying
as this one experience with Ian had been.

Unable to resist, she stroked her hand over
the rigid flesh pressing against his jeans. A low groan escaped
him; his hands rested against the wall on both sides of her head.
His body shuddered when her hand slid over him again. “Don’t tease
me, Paige,” he grated through his teeth. “If you keep going, you’re
going to finish what you start, otherwise let me walk away from
here now. There’s only so much I can take, only so much restraint I
have.”

She couldn’t catch her breath, not when his
unraveling restraint shone in his striking eyes, compressed lips,
and the sweat trickling down his temple.
She
was doing this
to this man, one of the most powerful beings she’d ever come
across. He could break her neck before she ever saw him move; yet
she held him in the palm of her hand, literally and figuratively.
For the first time, she felt the more powerful of the two, and she
reveled in that power. The realization aroused her almost as much
as his fingers inside of her had.

Her hand slid over him again and his hips
arched against her. Another groan escaped him; the lids of his eyes
lowered but he continued to watch her as she touched him. There
would be no turning back. She knew that; she couldn’t play with him
in such a way, not
this
man. She didn’t know where this
would all lead, but for the first time in her life, she welcomed
the unknown. Welcomed being able to touch and hold him in such a
way.

“Take it out,” he commanded gruffly.

Hesitance flickered in her eyes when they
met his. Ian didn’t breathe as he watched her and waited to see if
she would step away from him, or continue on. Her eyes held his;
she bit on her bottom lip. Her fingers shook when she unbuttoned
his jeans and slid the zipper down. Fighting the urge to grab her,
lift her up and sink himself into her, Ian curled his fingers into
the wall. He hadn’t been satisfied with a hand job since he was
thirteen years old. However, he found himself looking forward to
her hand wrapping around him right now, more than any of the sexual
experiences he’d had with any other woman.

Her uncertainty glittered in her eyes as she
watched him. Bent over like he was, her head was at his shoulders,
her mouth inches away from his. He intended to watch her every
second she discovered him. Her gaze drifted away from him and
toward his dick. She’d pushed his jeans down on his hips, but his
boxers were still up. His pulse beat in his temples as he waited
for her to finally make a move, and then her hands slid over the
flesh of his sides. She tugged his boxers lower.

Her breath hissed into her as she gazed at
his massive cock. It stood straight up, away from his body, a good
eight inches long, if not more, and so thick she doubted her hand
would wrap all the way around it. The man himself was one of the
biggest she’d ever seen; she shouldn’t be surprised by how
well-endowed he was. Even still, she couldn’t stop herself from
gawking at it like an idiot. A single bead of clear liquid
shimmered on the head of it, beckoning for her to touch him.

Ian would have chuckled over her slack jawed
and bug eyed reaction, if he hadn’t felt as if he were going to
explode. The woman had barely touched him; yet he was more turned
on than he’d been the night he’d had a foursome with three women.
No one had ever managed to arouse him this much; he’d never
realized it could be possible. He opened his mouth to tell her to
put him out of his misery, but he bit the words back and waited to
see what she would do.

The seconds stretched into a full minute
before she slid her fingers over the head of his dick. He jerked
beneath her touch; his teeth clamped together. Ever so slowly, her
hand wrapped around him. Bits of wood fell away beneath his
fingertips when they dug into the wall.

She’d been right; her hand didn’t come close
to completely encompassing him. His hips surged forward within her
grasp. Her thumb rubbed over his silken head, spreading the liquid
from the bead over his soft skin before sliding her hand down his
throbbing shaft. The feel of him intoxicated her, but even more
intoxicating was the reaction he had to her touch. His eyes blazed
with fire, his biceps flexed beside her head as he hungrily watched
her. Instead of being frightening, she found the red of his eyes
enthralling.

She continued to explore him, her hand
caressing him as his hips moved with her motion. She hadn’t
believed it possible, but he swelled more within her grasp. The
pulse of his blood flowed beneath her fingers. “Harder,” he
groaned. “Yes,” he murmured when she grasped him more firmly. “You
pictured me inside of you Paige, but all I see is the beauty of
you, now, like this.”

The quickening of her body was back; a
wetness spread between her legs at his words. Her control over him,
his words and his motions, aroused her further. She could feel his
restraint unraveling as his hips thrust more forcefully toward her.
His hand fell away from the wall to encircle her hand on his dick,
he began to work hers faster up and down his shaft, showing her
what he liked. Releasing her hands, he flattened his against the
wall again and forced himself to let her take control once more. A
low groan escaped him; his entire body jerked when she cupped his
balls with her free hand and began to massage them. He’d planned to
maintain his restraint, but when it came to this woman, he realized
he had none.

“Fuck!” he exploded before he pressed her
hand firmly against his stomach.

Beneath her palm, she felt his dick jerk in
her grasp and the pulse of his cum as he finally found his release.
Fascination kept her gaze locked on the corded muscles of his neck.
His head had fallen back; his body trembled against her. Warm
liquid trickled down over her index finger and onto his shirt.

His head fell down, his eyes were back to
blue, but they still held the glint of a predator circling its
prey. Releasing his dick, she didn’t know what possessed her, but
before she could think too much about it, and chicken out, she bent
down and swirled her tongue around the tip of his shaft. The salty
taste of his cum was more pleasant than she’d been expecting; she
licked the rest of it away before rising back up before him.

“Delicious,” she whispered.

A snapping filled the air as her eyes met
his. She inhaled a harsh breath, when his eyes blazed a fiery red
color again. She may only be a human, but she could feel the power
radiating out of him in potent waves. There was only a moment for
her to register this before he was on top of her. His solid body
pressed her firmly against the wall as his mouth took savage
possession of hers. Breathing failed her, but then she didn’t much
care about breathing as his tongue thrust demandingly in and out of
her mouth. She could feel the rigid length of his erection pressing
against her stomach as he tasted her in greedy pulls that sent her
mind spiraling and left her body quaking.

More
, she wanted so much more. Her
hands entangled in his hair; she pulled him against her and thrust
her hips against his. She gasped when heat blazed through her from
the delicious sensations the contact aroused in her. The press of
his fangs against her lips only excited her more, and before she
could stop herself, she bit down on his bottom lip.

Releasing his hold on her, he grabbed hold
of her wrists with both hands and lifted them over her head.
Pinning them against the wall with his left hand, his right hand
traveled over her arms and entangled in her shirt. He had to feel
her exposed flesh against his, had to know what she felt like. His
hand bunched in her shirt, intending to tear it away from her…

Sanity crashed back over him, piercing the
haze of desire thundering through him. She was
human,
his
mind screamed at him, and he’d been about to go at her like she was
a vampire who could take it. He’d been about to tear her clothing
from her and bury himself within her. To take her with the feral
abandon of a wild animal, and that was exactly what he felt like
around her. He could never treat her in such a way. This was
Paige
.

In one sizzling instant he understood
exactly what this woman was to him, and where this would end up if
it continued. What was happening between them could go no further
until she knew the truth, and he was in no mood to discuss mates
with her right now, not while he was still trying to absorb the
knowledge rocking him.

Bending down, he kissed her forehead. “It’s
time for bed, Paige.” She hesitated, her fingers curled around his
biceps as she leaned into him. He told himself not to, but his arms
wrapped around her and he pulled her closer. Her apple scent had
intensified with her passion. The aroma of her arousal filled his
nostrils, but he had to proceed cautiously from here with her. This
was no longer about protection, or sex, it was about her and them.
His life,
their
lives.

“Paige, you have to go.” His voice sounded
as if he’d swallowed sand, but he could feel his control unraveling
with every steady beat of her heart. He pressed a tender kiss to
her temple, buttoned her jeans and took a step away from her.
“Before I do something I can’t take back, before I never let you
walk away from me again.”

“Ian…”

“You’re my mate, Paige.” His brusque tone
and the clipped words had the effect he’d been looking for. She
took an abrupt step away from him and into the wall. “I didn’t
recognize it before, but I do now. So unless you mean to seal your
future permanently with mine, I’d suggest you go to bed.”

Paige stared at him in confusion. One minute
he’d been about to ease the clamoring need of her body, and the
next he was telling her she would be joined to him for an eternity.
She shook her head and grabbed for his arm again, but he buttoned
his own jeans and moved further away. Her hand fell back to her
side.

“Why would you think it’s me?” she
inquired.

“I don’t think, I
know
. It’s not
something I could ever explain to you, it’s simply a feeling.
You’ve been special to me since I first met you; I didn’t
understand why, but I do now. Don’t push me on this, not right
now.”

What had transpired between them had helped
to ease the clawing sensation inside of him, but it wouldn’t last.
If she continued to stand there, staring at him like that, he
couldn’t promise he wouldn’t start kissing her again, wouldn’t try
to seal the bond he now knew existed between them.

Paige stared up at him helplessly. On one
hand all she wanted was to hold him and ease the stress she saw
building within him again, but his words were beginning to sink in.
Her hand fell limply back to her side. He didn’t know what he was
saying, she told herself. Tomorrow he would come to his senses and
realize he was wrong. Looking into his eyes, she wasn’t so certain
that was going to happen, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe
him.

She liked him, a
lot
. Ok, maybe even
more than a lot, but to bind herself to a
vampire
was simply
insane and went against everything she’d believed in. But then
she’d just been about to screw a vampire, and two weeks ago she
would have found that completely insane too. However, she couldn’t
let it go on; not if it meant they might end up taking a path she
may never be able to come back from.

He grabbed hold of her hand when she went to
turn away. “Paige…”

“I didn’t mean for this,” she murmured and
shoved aside strands of her hair.

“I didn’t either, but you have to know I
want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”

Her chin rose and though her eyes glinted
with ire, a vulnerable air surrounded her. “That’s saying a
lot.”

“Don’t do that.” Ice coated his voice, but
he refused to be shut out by her because of his past. “Don’t use my
past against me.”

“I’ll be a part of your past shortly, just
like all the others.”

Those words caused a pang to his heart. He
almost recoiled from her, almost released her, but he knew she was
trying to push him away and protect herself from getting hurt by
him. “You’re nothing like all the others. No matter what happens,
you never will be. You never could be.”