Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [726]
“You know you shouldn’t be here,” he said once her feet stopped moving and she was standing beside him. Now he did look at her, and his expression wasn’t what she considered friendly. His irises were throwing off piercing amber light. When he curled his lip back to speak, the tips of his fangs gleamed stark white and razor sharp. “You don’t belong here, Claire. Not with me. Not like this. You shouldn’t have come in here when you weren’t invited.”
“I had to find you.”
“What for?”
“I needed to see you. I wanted… to talk…”
“Talk.” He spat the word on a huffed exhalation. Before Claire knew what he was doing, he was up on his feet, towering over her. His eyes were blazing, so hot it was a wonder her T-shirt and panties didn’t melt away as his intense gaze roamed over her from the top of her head to her bare toes. “What do you want to talk about, Frau Roth?”
“Don’t do that,” she said, wincing at his biting tone. “Don’t use him to drive a wedge between us.”
“He is the wedge between us, Claire. We both put him there, didn’t we? If you’re only regretting it now, that’s not my problem.”
She frowned at him, not wanting to feel the scrape of his words when she came there out of affection for him, as his friend. “Why are you doing this, Andre?”
“What am I doing?”
“Pushing me away. Treating me like Wilhelm and I are one and the same, both of us your enemies.”
“What would you have me do instead? Tell you that everything will work out between us in the end? Pretend that Roth doesn’t exist so that you and I can pick up where we left off all those years ago?”
Claire glanced down, feeling foolish for having wanted him to say those very things—and more. Words he might never offer her again, even in the flimsy haven of a dream.
He lifted her chin on the tips of his strong fingers. “We can’t change anything that’s happened, Claire. I won’t stand here and give you lies to make either one of us feel better. And I’m not going to give you promises that I know I can’t keep.”
“No,” she said. “You’d rather run away.”
His mouth flattened and he shook his head, his eyes glittering darkly. “You think I wanted to leave you.”
Not a question, but a quiet accusation.
“Would it matter if I did?” she tossed back at him. She scoffed, still stinging from the wound he’d inflicted on her thirty years ago. “Never mind, don’t answer that. I wouldn’t want to press you into saying something only to make me feel better.”
Realizing she’d made a mistake in coming there, she pivoted, about to walk off and leave him to sulk alone in his dream. But before she could take a single step away, his fingers wrapped around her arm and he held her in place. He moved in front of her, his face taut and deadly serious.
“Leaving you was the last thing I ever wanted to do.” He scowled, his grip holding her tighter, moving her farther into the heated wall of his body. “It was the hardest goddamn thing I’ve ever done. Ever, Claire.”
She stared up at him speechless, lost in the dark glimmer of his eyes. In the next moment, he bent his head down and kissed her, their mouths fusing together in a long, breathless joining.
She never wanted to stop. She didn’t think she could let go of him now that he was in her arms again, even if only in her dreams.
“God, I want you, Claire,” he moaned against her mouth, the sharp prick of his fangs grazing her lips. “I want to be with you now… Ah, Christ, I have needed to be with you for so long.”
Because it was a dream, wishes often need only be whispered to make them so. In an instant, Claire found herself pressed down on the soft, cool grass, Andreas’s magnificent body poised above her.
They were naked now, clothing having fallen away as if it were made of mist. But even in dreams, Andreas’s skin was warm and firm to the touch. His broad shoulders and thick arms, his