Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [153]
I kissed him, light, a brush of lips. I flicked my tongue along his lips and he opened his mouth for me. I cupped his face between my hands and kissed him, tasted him, explored him.
He came up out of the water with a sound between a moan and a cry. His arms locked behind my back and he rolled us in the water like a shark. We came up gasping. He pushed away from me to lean against the far edge of the tub. I was breathing so hard I was trembling. My pulse thudded at the back of my throat. I could taste it on my tongue, almost roll the beating pulse in my mouth like candy. I realized it wasn’t just my heart I was hearing. It was Jean-Claude’s.
I could see the pulse in his neck like something alive and separate, but it wasn’t only my eyes that could see it. I could feel it like it was my own. I had never been so aware of the blood coursing through my body. The pulsing warmth of my own skin. The thick pumping of my heart. My life thundering inside me. Jean-Claude’s body pulsed in time to mine. It was like he was riding my pulse, my blood. I felt his need, and it wasn’t just sex, but for the first time, I understood it wasn’t just the blood, either. It was all of me. He wanted to warm himself in my body, like holding hands to a flame, gathering my warmth, my life, to him. I felt his stillness, a depth of quiet that nothing living could touch, like a still pool of water hidden away in the dark. In one crystalline moment, I realized that, for me, this was part of the attraction: I wanted to plunge my hands into his stillness, into that quiet place of death. I wanted to embrace it, confront it, conquer it. I wanted to fill him up with a burning wash of life, and I knew in that moment that I could do it, but only at the price of drinking in some of that still, dark water.
“My deepest apologies, ma petite, you have almost undone me.” He sank into the water, leaning against the edge of the tub. “I did not come here to feed, ma petite. I am sorry.”
I felt his heartbeat going away from me, pulling away from me. My pulse slowed. The only heart thudding in my ears was my own.
He stood, water dripping down his body. “I will go, ma petite.” He sighed. “You rob me of my hard-won control. Only you can do that to me, only you.”
I crawled through the water towards him and let the darkness fill my eyes. “Don’t go,” I said.
He watched me with a look that was part amazement, part amusement, part fear, as if he didn’t trust me—or didn’t trust himself.
I knelt at his feet, running my hands up the soaked cloth of his jeans. I dug my nails lightly into the cloth over his thighs and stared up at him. My face was dangerously close to places I had never touched before, not even with my hands. This close, I couldn’t help noticing that he was stretched hard and firm under the tight, heavy cloth. I had a terrible urge to lay my cheek over his groin. I ran my hand lightly over him, barely touching. That small touch brought a soft groan from him.
He stared down at me like a drowning man.
I met his eyes. “No teeth, no blood.”
He nodded slowly. He tried twice before he found his voice. “As my lady wishes.”
I laid my cheek across him, feeling him firm and large against my skin. I felt his whole body tense. I rubbed my face against him like a cat. A small sound escaped him. I looked up. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back.
I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and used it to pull myself to my feet. Water ran down my body, suds clung to my skin.
His hands encircled my waist, but his eyes went lower. He met my gaze and smiled. It was the smile he always had. That smile that said he was thinking wicked little thoughts, things you’d only do in the dark on a dare. For the first time, I wanted everything that smile promised.
I tugged at his jeans. “Off.”
He unsnapped the jeans carefully. He peeled the wet cloth away from his body. If there’d been