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After finding out that her checked luggage had been misrouted and then dropping her enormous bag on her foot, Maia decided to splurge on a taxi. Waiting on the bus in the driving rain might just do her in. Of course she hadn't realized that all of New York's eight million inhabitants would be standing in line for a cab at the same time.
Desperate to get home, curl up in bed, and sulk over lacking the nerve to proposition the luscious man sitting next to her on the plane, she tried calling a car service. But none were willing to pick her up for a measly mile and a half ride when they could make more money off someone else.
As Maia closed her phone, tears filled her eyes. She wiped them away quickly. It had been a truly sucky day, but that was no excuse for crying in the airport. What the fuck's wrong with me?
She took a deep breath. She'd just have to get soaked. But when she turned to head toward the bus stop, she ran straight into a man's hard chest. Her bag crashed to the ground, and the contents went flying.
As the man bent to help her retrieve her belongings, she saw it was Reed, the hottie from the plane. For a moment her heart fluttered. Then she realized he was probably joining the taxi line, not seeking her out.
What ever his reason for being there, she couldn’t help but stare. His dark gray suit was perfectly pressed, despite the hour and a half on the plane. But he'd released his shoulder length hair from it's tie. It looked lighter now, more like copper than the dark brown she'd thought it was in the plane's low light. Maia wanted to reach out and run her hands through it to find out if it was a soft and silky as it looked.
He straightened, holding her stack of books and magazines. His smile made her legs weaken, and she almost dropped her bag again. "There's a car waiting for me. Would you like a ride home?"
Maia's heart raced. He had sought her out. "How did you manage to get a car?"
"My office assistant. She takes very good care of me." He held out his hand. "What do you say?"
Maia simply stared at him, unsure whether to accept or decline. She hadn't had the nerve to find out more about him on the plane, and now, when he was offering her the chance, she was thinking about turning it down. Fuck that. This time she was taking a risk. She took his hand, and he helped her stand. "Thanks, I was about to resort to taking the bus."
Reed took her bag from her and lifted the strap over his shoulder. "Follow me then."
Despite her resolution, she hung back for a second. Reed was wickedly gorgeous, but something about him kept shouting "danger". She just didn't want to listen.
He looked back and smiled. "Come on. I won't bite." Heat flashed in his eyes. "Not unless you want me to anyway."
His voice was low and sexy, and it made her shiver.. He could make her want just about anything.. Oh my God, he's not. . . no, he can't be. She pushed the distressing thought away and allowed herself to be captivated by his firm ass. She couldn't take her eyes off it as she followed him to the exit. Her body tightened as waves of lust rushed to her crotch. She 'd soak through her panties any second. She hadn't wanted a man this much in years.
When they stepped out of the terminal, Reed pointed to his "car." Her jaw dropped. It wasn't a car at all; it was a limousine.
Maia stared. "You flew coach, but you have a limo waiting for you?"
He gave a low, sexy laugh. "I missed my flight, and no first class seats were available on the next one. Of course, that turned out to be a blessing in disguise."
His wolfish grin brought images to her mind of just how much of a blessing it could be. His gaze drop to peaked nipples, pressing against the thin fabric of her T-shirt, and his eyes widened. She took a deep breath, trying to get her lust-crazed self under control.
The driver was leaning against the hood, but he came to attention as he saw them approach. "Good evening, Mr. Collier."
"Good evening, Nathan." Reed turned to Maia. "I would like to present Ms. Sedley."
"Nice to meet you, ma'am."
How did Reed know her last name? Had she told him on the plane and forgotten? "Nice to meet you, too."
Nathan gave her a congenial smile and then turned back to Reed. "Will you be returning to your apartment, sir?"
"Yes, but first you'll need to drop Ms. Sedley off."
They both looked at her, and Maia realized she needed to tell Nathan where she lived. For a moment, she couldn't remember. Lust had taken her brain offline. Finally, the proper address popped into her mind, and Nathan opened the door so she and Reed could enter.
The smell of leather filled her nostrils as she slid across the well-cushioned seats. She hadn't been in a limo since her best friend's bachelorette party. And Reed's limo was far nicer than the one Lisa had hired.
Reed slid in beside her, so close she could feel the heat from his body.. He reached for the wine chilling on the bar, and the firm line of his leg pressed against hers. She bit her lip to keep from moaning.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" he asked as they began to move slowly through the thick airport traffic.
Maia turned to him, intending to answer, but when their eyes met, she froze. Lust blazed in his eyes. A strong spike of courage filled her and she leaned into him.
Reed groaned when their lips met. He sat the wine down, and his arms came around her, pulling her close. She'd initiated the contact, but once his tongue slid between her lips, he bore her back against the seat and became the aggressor.
He assaulted her mouth, nipping her lips, licking the roof of her mouth in a way that made her desperate to feel what his tongue could do to her pussy.
He molded his hands to her waist and then slid them up to cup her breasts,. His thumbs flicked back and forth across her nipples until she wanted to scream.
Maia whimpered when his lips left hers to nip and suck the skin of her neck. She arched her hips, rubbing herself along the thick length of cock. He groaned, and his hips pressed down to meet hers. He pushed up her shirt and bra, allowing him to take her nipple in his mouth.
She pumped her hips faster. If he didn't stop soon, the heat of his mouth and the near painful nips from his teeth were going to make her come. But she wanted him inside her first so she could feel her pussy clenching around his cock.
Maia tore at Reed's shirt, ripping it out of his waistband and letting her hands run across the muscles of his back. The fine sheen of sweat on his skin indicated he was as overheated as she was. She reached between them, trying to undo his belt. But he pulled his hips back, and his mouth left her. She bit her lip to keep her whimper inside.
"Not yet. You wanted me to taste you.."
How did he know that? Had she said it out loud? She'd intended to ask but when she looked up into his eyes, she lost the ability to speak. His eyes burned hot now, a deeper brown than they'd been before.
He slithered down her body, settling himself between her legs. He grasped the crotch of her thong and pulled. The flimsy material tore easily, and he pushed it up and away. She lay back and closed her eyes as she felt his warm breath fan across her creamy lips.
He drew his tongue up until it made contact with her clit. She jumped, pressing her hips into his face.
He laughed, the sound vibrating across her lips. "I love how sensitive you are."
She whimpered as he licked the side of her clit and then drew it into his mouth, sucking hard. The sensation was almost painful, but it had her climbing toward orgasm so fast she felt dizzy.
He slid two fingers inside her. She moaned.
He thrust them in and out and she arched against him, wanting more. When he pressed upward, rubbing the front wall of her channel and simultaneously pressing down with his tongue as if trying to touch his fingers, he brought her the sharpest pleasure she'd ever felt. She flew over the edge into a blinding, pulsating orgasm.
When she opened her eyes again, he was leaning over her. His pants had disappeared. He smiled as he pressed his cock at her entrance.
She froze. Fangs. He had fucking fangs. "Oh, my God."
She tried to scramble away from him, but his hands gripped her waist and held her fast. "I won't hurt you." He pressed inside her.
She lifted to take him. She couldn’t help herself. "Please tell me this is a dream."
He smiled as he sank all the way in. "No dream feels this good."
She sucked in her breath and let it out in a rush as he pulled out of her so slowly it was exquisite torture. "Then you're really . . . a vampire."
"Yes."
"But you're supposed to identify yourself. You're not allowed to seduce women without telling them what you are."
He flexed his hips, making her gasp. "Anyone who believes that stupid law can be enforced is more foolish that the one who created it."
Her heart pounded. He could kill her. She knew vampires didn't need to drain their victims, but he could kill her if he wanted to. Even if he didn't drink too much blood, he had the strength to snap her neck with one hand.
He shook his head. "I told you I won't hurt you."
She tried to pull away again. "You're reading my thoughts."
He held her easily, a predatory smile on his face. "You've fantasized about fucking a vampire for years. Here's your chance."
"I think you're already fucking me."
He looked down at their joined bodies. "I suppose I am. Are you ready for more?"
If she said no, would he stop? She wanted to believe he would. And she also wanted him to keep going. He felt so damn delightful inside her , filling her perfectly. Anymore would be too much, but his thick cock drug right over her most sensitive spot as he entered and withdrew again once more. She swallowed. "I'm ready."
He thrust deep and hard. She arched up to meet him. He grasped her thighs, pushing her legs up onto her belly so he could get even deeper. Over and over he thrust, jolting her body each time. All she could do was hang onto his shoulders to keep from falling off the seat. Her body climbed toward orgasm again.
Just when she thought she would come, he released her legs and leaned over her body. He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her head to one side.
Fear raced along her spine. "W-what are you doing?"
His lips slid along the side of her neck. "Tasting you."
She drew in a shaky breath and then another. "You said you wouldn't hurt me."
"I won't. I'll only give you pleasure."
"But in the airport, you . . . you promised not to bite me."
He licked his lips. "Only if you didn't want me too."
"I-" Her protest died. She did want him to bite her, and he knew it because he was reading her damn mind.
"Relax, and it will be the best ride you've ever had." As he spoke, his warm breath tickled her neck, sending chills down her body.
She yelped when his fangs pierced her neck. But the pain was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced by hot, rolling waves of pleasure so intense they nearly brought her. His tongue lapped at her neck. A sensible woman would fight him, but instead, she bucked against him, trying to get even more of him inside her. He thrust deep, and she moaned.
His lips sucked her neck, but he might as well has drawn her clit into his mouth again for how it felt. She wouldn't have thought she could come again so quickly, but the combined sensation of his hard, deep thrusts and his wicked mouth had her hanging on the peak.
God above, I'm about to come with a man drinking my blood. What's wrong with me?
Nothing. It's supposed to feel this good.
His mouth never left her neck, but his words echoed in her mind. What other surprises did he have for her?
You shouldn't have asked.
Suddenly it felt as if multiple hands were on her body. Fingers pinched her nipples and her clit, nails raked across her back, two hands squeezed her buttocks. She screamed from the riot of sensations.
Come for me, darling.
Maia's whole world narrowed to her throbbing pussy. She exploded. Waves of pleasure rocked her body. Her muscles convulsed against his cock, over and over. Then his lips left her neck and he stiffened, crying out her name as she pumped himself into her.
A few moments later, when they were both able to breathe again. Reed pulled out of her, groaning as he did so. He turned away quickly, but she saw the blood on his lips. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, cleaned himself and righted his clothes, all while she lay there staring. I just fucked a vampire. The thought echoed in her head, paralysing her.
The car slowed. Reed turned back to face her and smiled. "I think we've arrived at your address."
His voice was a smooth and controlled as it had been when they met. She on the other hand didn't think she could speak. She shoved her skirt down, pulled her bra back over her boobs, and let her shirt fall to her waist once again. Without speaking, she grabbed her purse from where it had fallen to the floor and reached for the door handle. He didn't stop her so she opened the door and stepped out. Part of her wanted to run, but another part wanted to beg him to take her again.
She stepped out, but he grasped her arm before she could walk away. She looked down into his eyes which shone brightly with his satiation. She shivered.
"Would you like to get together again? We could have dinner."
To her shame, she giggled hysterically. "You mean vampires go on dates?"
"Vampires do anything we want." His words brought lush images of their tangled bodies to her mind.
"But you don't eat dinner, do you?"
He raised his brow.
Her heart hammered with the realization that she would be the dinner. "Oh."
"I'll see you again soon." After one last wickedly beautiful smile, he pulled the door shut.
She stood staring as the limo drove off. What the hell did I just agree to?
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