In the Dead of Cold (17 page)

“Like that?”

She couldn’t find her voice to reply, so she nodded.

He chuckled. “Good. That should be enough to hold us over until we can get back to my bed. I love the way you smell when you come.” He kissed her. “And taste. And for the record, I don’t turn the lust on. It’s on all the time. There’s no off switch.”

Then he took her hand and led her out of the empty office.

By the time they returned to his suite after retrieving her suitcase and doing a bit of shopping in the boutique, her body quivered with even more need. The clothes she wore were itchy and uncomfortable. She longed for the cool feel of Milo’s sheets beneath her bare back. She longed even more to spread her legs. For Milo, only Milo.

She dropped her handbag inside the door. Feeling bolder than she’d ever felt before, she put her arms around him after he put down the shopping bag he carried and let go of the suitcase he pulled. “I need you.”

He answered by pressing her against the door, lacing his fingers through hers, and devouring her lips. Damn, he tasted so good. His tongue tickled hers. His hard dick pressed against her.

“Please, Milo. I want you to do me hard and soft, fast and slow. I want to taste you.”

MILO WANTED HER so much his insides ached, his cock throbbed. But first he wanted to make her mindless with pleasure. He licked his lips and smiled, the anticipation of giving her that pleasure making him light-headed. While ravishing her mouth with a soul-searing kiss, he gathered her into his arms and headed to the bedroom.

Gently, he laid her on his bed.

He looked down into her eyes. She held his gaze. He could tell she worked at calming her breathing. Never taking his gaze from hers, he grasped the sweatpants she wore and slid them off in one smooth move. His hands now on her soft thighs, he maneuvered her feet until they pointed toward the ceiling and covered her pussy with his mouth. She was still wet from his fingers.

“You taste good.” He buried his tongue in her and sucked, trying to taste every last drop left from when she’d come. But her wet heat was unending as she moaned and rocked beneath him. He pressed her legs farther toward her head, opening her up more, allowing him to reach unexplored territory with his tongue. His cock was so hard he thought it might last until next week. But he wasn’t ready to give in just yet. He could enjoy her with his mouth all day.

Too bad she didn’t allow him all day. Her hips moved in rhythm with his tongue. Suddenly her hips moved faster. Then she was trying to move away from him altogether.

“I need your cock in there.” Her pussy contracted around his tongue.

“No.”

“Please.”

“This is what you get for now.” He held her in place with one hand on her thigh as he moved his tongue around her clit and over her lips. Then he carefully pressed in three fingers. She bucked and tightened and came so fast she screamed and slipped from his grip. He pulled her back, determined not to miss a drop.

He chuckled when she tugged on his hair and begged.

“Enough. Please. Let me rest a moment.”

“Oh, very well. But not for long.”

He stood, intending to take off his clothes. His jeans were too fucking tight right now. He needed to be naked against her.

Hell, apparently Jane didn’t need to rest after all. The little liar. As soon as he moved, she sat up and grasped his belt. “That was a short rest.”

She was busy working the fly. “It’s all I needed.”

“Jane.”

“Be quiet.”

“You’re ordering me around? No one but Mr. M. orders me around.” With her hands in his pants, one fist closing around his dick, it was hard to sound authoritative.
It was hard, all right.
She looked up at him. The seduction he saw in her eyes made his stomach tighten.

“I should have ordered you to do more in that empty office downstairs. We could have made love on that desk. Then we wouldn’t have wasted the time it took to get here.” She took his cock out of his pants.

“We could have, but you have to agree, the bed is better.” Then he groaned at the wonderful freedom. His freedom didn’t last long, though, as his dick was soon drawn into her mouth.

Hot, moist, wonderful, with the perfect suction and tightness he craved, Milo had only felt one thing close in comparison—and that had been her tight pussy.

“What about this? Is this better?” She ran her tongue up the length of him, around the ridge, and then teased the tip with tiny flicks. At the same time, she slid his jeans and underwear down to his knees and pressed her fingertips to the cheeks of his ass, forcing him deeper into her mouth.

He took a breath and groaned again. Watching her made him as hot as feeling her. Milo buried his fingers in her hair, massaging and stroking as she filled her mouth with him, sucked hard, and then pulled up to the tip. She left enough of a pause at the end of her motion to make him teeter at the edge and become crazy with need for her. She let go of him only long enough so that he was able to slip the large sweatshirt over her head and toss it aside. When she covered his cock again with her mouth, he massaged her back with his fingertips. Her skin was soft and smooth. As he caressed her shoulders, she increased her hold on his cock.

“Relax your throat and breathe.”

She closed her mouth around him tightly. Then she pulled off, leaving his dick with the sound of a loud, wet kiss. “Don’t order me around.”

She met his gaze and grinned before she again attempted to swallow him whole. To his amazement, she did as he said. While holding on tight, she relaxed her mouth and allowed his huge cock to maneuver down her throat. With her tongue, she licked the base. Then she cupped his balls and squeezed. Painful pleasure rocked through him.

“
Jane!
I’m going to come!”

He wanted to pull away, lose himself in her pussy, and shoot clear up inside her. But she still held his balls and refused to let him move.

She released him just enough to reply. “Uh-huh.” Then she took him in her mouth again and licked him in all directions possible.

He couldn’t wait any longer. “I want you to feel it too.”

She moved her tongue up to his tip. “I am.” Then she covered him and licked at the same time, and he was lost. His hips pitched against her as he came, and his cry of elation echoed through the room.

He would have pulled out, but she still held him with one hand on his ass and the other cupping his testicles. With his fingers on either side of her face, he forced her off his dick and made her look up at him. “Enough.”

“But I’m not finished.”

“I know.” With vampire speed, he kicked his jeans and underwear away and peeled his sweater over his head in one motion.

She laughed.

“What?”

“That was like pulling the tablecloth from the table so fast none of the dishes moved!”

He kissed her. “Can you perform that trick?”

“Of course.”

“Looks like I guess I can too. Here, let me show you how slow I can move.” He put his hands on her breasts as he pressed his I-need-you-right-now cock as far up her hot pussy as he could go. When she gasped at the intrusion, he grinned down at her. “That’s what you get for sucking it and making it so big.”

He meant to move slow, sweep her to the edge, and then bring her back with each unhurried thrust, driving her insane, just like she’d done to him with her mouth, until she begged to come. He discovered when it came to Jane, though, he had little willpower. Especially when he kissed his bite mark on her throat.

With her legs wrapped around him, her pussy wrapped even tighter around his cock, and her hips dancing with his, feeling her pulse beneath his bite sent an instant hot rush right to the tip of his cock. At the same time, her pussy seized around him as a fierce orgasm gripped her. To keep from biting or drinking from her, he kissed her and swallowed her scream as she came.

In the quiet moments that followed, Milo held her close to his chest and stroked his hand down her back. Listening to her even breathing, he thought she might have fallen asleep until she spoke.

“Milo?”

“Yes, love?”

He leaned down and hoped the tender kiss he pressed against her lips reached all the way to her soul as it did his. She stared up at him through the darkness. “What?”

“You called me love.”

“It’s what you are.” He couldn’t make it any simpler. “You’re the other half of my heart.”

She seemed to need a moment to digest his words. He thought she’d talk more about it, and he was a little disappointed when she changed the subject. He let her, knowing she’d have to face the facts sooner or later.

“You’ll be here with me when I wake up?”

“Where else would I be? I’ll be with you every moment. You’ll see. I’ll be in our dream. Dream us somewhere nice.”

“How about the beach? Warm sand? Nice waves licking at us?”

He smiled and kissed her again. “While you dream of the waves licking us, I’m going to be licking you.”

Chapter Eight

Milo watched Jane pick at the food on her plate.

“You’re not eating,” Milo pointed out. It was a bit late for lunch and early for supper, but she’d said she was starving. He thought this would be a good way to spend the afternoon. She’d been fine when they woke up earlier.

She met his gaze across the table. He worked to ignore the darkening bruise on her chin from Bart. And the dark circles shadowing her eyes from lack of sleep were evident in the daylight.

They sat out on a high deck overlooking the ski slopes. The brilliant afternoon sun reflected off the snow. But dark, low clouds were closing in from the west, and Milo knew snow would fall again soon. Jane wore jeans and a pretty purple sweater from her suitcase, as well as a vest and hat Milo insisted on buying for her.

“The hot looks you keep giving me are nice.”

He grinned at her. “I wasn’t aware I was giving you hot looks.”

“Well, you are.”

”I’m glad you like them.” He motioned to her plate. “Why aren’t you eating?”

Laughter and music drifted up to them from the ice rink below. There was a slight chill outside, although Milo didn’t need a jacket. Being close to Jane kept him warm enough.

“I think it’s fair to tell you that I’m not on any birth control. We had unprotected sex—”

“We made love.”

“Yes, okay, we made love. The point is, I could be pregnant. And do I need to worry about STDs? I mean, I didn’t even think about it until my salad came just now, and then I saw the hard-boiled egg on it. Then the thought of having unprotected sex crashed down on me like a fucking avalanche. I thought, damn, I’m going to have to call my parents and say, ’Guess what, Mom and Dad? You’re going to be grandparents, but not ordinary grandparents. Oh, no. Your grandson or granddaughter will be half vampire. So instead of feeding him formula, we’ll have to get blood from the blood bank to put in his bottle. But don’t worry; his daddy is my soul mate. Yes, that’s right, soul mate, and I can’t live without him. In fact, I can’t be more than ten feet from him without feeling I’m going insane, so that should make you feel better.’” She shook her head. “Sorry. I think I’m losing my mind.”

Milo watched as she looped her fork between her fingers like a miniature baton. “No, you aren’t pregnant, and no, you don’t have to worry about STDs.” Milo took a drink from his wineglass.

“You’re so certain. I think I remember high school guys giving the same false reassurances. Don’t worry…” Her voice took on a mocking tone. “You can’t get pregnant.” She looked up. “Let’s see, what were some of the stupid come-ons I was expected to believe in high school. You can’t get pregnant if we do it standing up. Or you can’t get pregnant if we do it in a swimming pool. Or my all-time favorite—you can’t get pregnant because I’ll pull out in time.” She sighed. “I don’t think any of those pertained to us except for when we were in your hot tub.”

She placed her elbow on the table and rested her chin in her hand as if this were nothing more than a casual chat. Milo bit his lip to keep from telling her how beautiful she looked. He grinned at her. “I liked making love with you in my hot tub. But you can’t get pregnant because you aren’t ovulating.”

She stared at him for a long moment. “You know that for certain, do you?”

“Ripe women who are ovulating or even nearing their time put off a different, but very recognizable, scent. Vampires know to avoid them during that time.”

Again she stared at him for a long moment. “Really? I smell different when I’m—what was the word you used—ripe?”

“Yes.”

She stopped looping her fork through her fingers and used it again to move food around on her plate. “What if I had been—”

“Ovulating? Ripe?” he finished for her.

“Yes.”

“I would have had no choice but to still make love to you anyway.”

“Your honesty is almost painful.”

“Not only could I not let Bart have you—because his control would have killed you, and you’re my intended, my soul mate—but I couldn’t let him have you and give him the chance you might become pregnant with his child. Better to take the chance and have you expecting my child, don’t you think?”

Even though Milo hadn’t seen her take a bite, she looked as if she choked.

“I suppose,” she finally managed after she chewed and swallowed a bite. “But if what you said is true and I can’t be with any other man because I’m your soul mate, then how could I be with Bart?” She went back to twirling her fork through her fingers. He tried to ignore the motion.

Milo took a spoonful of his own lobster bisque, wishing she’d follow suit and eat more of her salad rather than playing with it. Guilt ate at him like tiny bugs in the pit of his stomach. He wished to hell they weren’t in this position, but they were, and he couldn’t change it. There wasn’t any easy way around it. She should eat. She might feel better.

“It would be painful for you, but it wouldn’t stop him from forcing himself on you. Which I’m sure he’d enjoy. He likes to hurt people.”

Jane said nothing but scratched the spot on her throat, drawing Milo’s gaze to it. He longed to reach over and brush his fingertips over it, or even his lips. Dare he tell her how good she tasted? He cleared his throat. “You’re still antsy.”