Virgin Daiquiri (Last Call #4) (6 page)
The hand on her breast dropped to her hip,
and he turned them over again. Her head hit the bed and she opened
her eyes to find him hovering above her, his harsh panting breaths
stirring something deep inside her. “Come,” he whispered, and
punctuated the command with a rolling thrust that hit her G-spot
with expert precision. So did the next thrust, and the next --
This time, the world bent around the edges.
Pleasure pressed in on her, a heavy wave of bliss that made her
clench her teeth and shriek. Then everything lifted, including her,
lighter than air and flying. Leo managed one more unsteady thrust
before his voice joined hers, rising in a hoarse cry that almost
sounded like her name.
There was nothing to do but cling to him and
try to catch her breath, to move with him when he eased carefully
to the bed beside her. She lay there, the pillow soft against her
cheek, and watched his face. “Thank you.”
A gentle smile tugged at his lips, and he
lifted a hand and rubbed his thumb along the line of her jaw. “Oh,
honey. It was my pleasure. A couple of times.”
Her own smile faded, and she traced her
fingers lightly over his shoulder and arm. “I wasn’t kidding
before, you know. This was dangerous for you.”
“
I’m a lot scarier than you
might think.” His arm hooked around her waist and tugged her
closer, until she was nestled firmly against his side. “And I
wasn’t kidding either, Caitlin. If your family gives you trouble… I
can help you.”
“
No.” She propped her chin
on his chest. “That’s what I mean, Leo. I know how scary you are. I
saw it. And it’s not dangerous because they could hurt you. It’s
the opposite, okay? Because you could hurt them, and you would.
Over me.”
His eyebrows came together. “Why’s that
dangerous for me? Sounds dangerous for them.”
“
The strongest dark magic
any of them would ever see. That’s what you said.” A chill shivered
through her. “You’re not in the habit of doling that out. If you
were, Ben would never let you through the doors.”
Leo’s fingers trailed up her back and over
her shoulder, then returned to do it again. On the third gentle
stroke he sighed. “I’m not a good guy, Caitlin. I’ve got the power
to do terrifying things. And if I were a hero, I’d be out doing
them to people who deserve it. Last time I really used my power was
seventy years ago.” His fingers drifted up to touch her hair. “And
I’d do it again tomorrow, to keep you safe. I don’t know if it says
anything good about me, but it’s the truth.”
“
I don’t want to be someone
who makes you do awful things.”
“
Honey, if someone hurts
you, you’re not going to be able to stop me.” He tugged on one
strand of her hair, and his smile looked almost self-conscious.
“I’m already fond of you. And I get protective over people I’m fond
of.”
Would she do anything different
if someone hurt him?
Doubtful.
She traced the line of his lips with one finger.
“I don’t want to be someone who hurts you, that’s all. No matter
how that happens.”
“
Oh, I expect you might
hurt me a little.” He grinned and tugged her hair again before his
other hand landed on her ass in a gentle smack. “You dumped booze
down my pants forty seconds after meeting me. If you make it a week
with me without throwing something heavy at my head, it’ll be a
miracle.”
With me.
It made no sense for either of
them, but it felt right. People wouldn’t understand. They’d think
Leo was taking great pleasure in corrupting and molding an
impressionable young virgin, one who meant little, if anything, to
him.
Let them think it. I don’t care.
“
That was a virgin
daiquiri, Leofric,” she reminded him blandly. “So I didn’t dump
booze down your pants. Though I feel I should warn you that I do
have a great throwing arm.”
Leo just tightened the fingers cupping her
ass and dragged her closer. “Make love, baby. Not war.”
“
Mmm.” Caitlin bit his
chin. “Even if it takes that miracle you mentioned?”
“
Especially then. And if
you’re good, I’ll show you how dirty sex in a shower can
be.”
She pretended to consider it for a moment as
she stretched out on top of him. “And what if I decide to be
bad?”
Leo’s grin was lazy and downright wicked.
“I’ve got a few ideas.”
“
Of course you do, you
cocky bastard. Give me a kiss.”
“
Just one?”
“
For now,” Caitlin allowed.
Happiness warmed her, along with a sleepy contentment that made her
want to curl up beside him. “One kiss, and then I want a nap. You
exhausted me.”
His lips felt warm and soft, but his kiss
was anything but. Heat filled her. Dangerous heat and a hint of
promise. “Take a nap,” he whispered against her lips. “Rest.
Because in a few hours, I just might fuck you in the shower.”
“
Mmm. If you’re
good.”
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Last Call
wasn’t her usual scene.
Kelsey snagged
a menu from the end of the bar and thumbed the edge as she scanned
the offerings. She was used to clubs, all right—the carefully
orchestrated dance of the horny, the line between need and
desperation growing thinner with each passing drink. But she wasn’t
used to places humans couldn’t even enter, places where five grand
got you a drink and a room key.
Both very,
very special.
She trailed
one manicured nail past the initial categories—werewolves,
vampires, fae. The usual, she imagined, for a place like Last Call.
On the back, at the bottom of the page, printed in smaller letters
than the rest, was one last heading.
Other.
She smiled and
drained her whiskey. Amusing, if not flattering, that she was an
anomaly so rare there wasn’t even a category to include her, just a
catchall section at the bottom of a menu, right beside the
acknowledgment that parties of six or more would be assessed an
automatic gratuity of eighteen percent.
Frostbite:
Looking for a partner immune to supernatural seduction.
Kelsey lingered over the words, licking her lips. It shouldn’t
be so damn
hard
to
get laid without having to talk, but even an anonymous bar hookup
required a modicum of conversation. If she spoke at all, her
potential partner was equally likely to follow her home, humping
her leg like a dog, or throw himself from a building to get her
attention.
Both had
happened before.
She leaned
forward before she could stop herself, sliding the menu toward the
bartender with one upraised eyebrow.
He followed
her finger toward the line she’d pointed to, then glanced up at
her, assessment in his dark eyes. “Siren?”
Kelsey tapped
her temple and winked.
He smiled
widely. “You know how it works?”
She handed him
her credit card and held her breath as she glanced around the club.
Half the patrons were staring at the bartender—at her—and she
suspected that even if no one was looking for sex, curiosity
demanded they watch what happened next.
The bartender
tucked her credit card under the counter and handed her a slim key
card before reaching up to tap the side of his earpiece. “Last Call
for the lady. Frostbite.”
The music
resumed with a thumping beat, and Kelsey turned to watch the crowd
as the bartender prepared her drink. Some were checking menus,
undoubtedly unfamiliar with the drink’s coded meaning, but several
men had already drawn free of the crowd, perhaps wondering exactly
what her brand of seductive magic was.
And whether
they could handle it.
The bartender
set down her drink with a murmur of encouragement. She picked it up
only long enough to take a sip—she hated cream mixed with her
liquor on the best of days, but she had to signal to the gathered
revelers that she was ready to go.
In every
way.
A suited
figure appeared at the bottom of the steps, a stern, unsmiling man
who watched her without expression. He stood there, tall and
severe, looking for all the world like a stockbroker who’d
accidentally wandered into the bar on his way home from a
meeting.
Kelsey wondered what he
really
was, under the twill and the frown.
Only one way
to find out. She slid off her stool and walked slowly down the
steps before stopping on the last one to study him. They were
nearly eye-to-eye because of the height difference and her heels,
and this close, he looked even harsher—
Unyielding.
She drew in a
breath. It could work, at least for a while...if she could get him
upstairs. So she leaned in, licked the corner of his mouth, and
shifted her mouth to his ear to administer her final test. A mere
whisper. “Take me here.”
“
No.” The man pulled back and studied her in inscrutable
silence as the crowd behind him watched avidly. Then he held up a
hand. “Proof enough?”
The denial
alone weakened her knees, and her cheeks heated as she offered him
the card key for the room. “Yes.”
He accepted
the key and her blush with the same calm acceptance, as if neither
her capitulation nor her arousal particularly surprised him. After
pocketing the key, he dropped a hand to the small of her back and
coaxed her from the steps. “Let’s go upstairs.”
She let him
guide her toward the elevator, and he’d already slid the card to
call it by the time she found her voice—and remembered she could
use it. “I’m Kelsey.”
“
Kelsey.” He had a low, smooth voice with the promise of rough
edges. It matched the neatly pressed suit wrapped around his hard
body. “I’m Cain.”
Of course he
was. A name as hard as the man himself. “It’s nice to meet you,
Cain.”
The elevator
door slid open, revealing their reflection in the polished back
wall of the car. He stepped forward, urging her along with that
uncompromising hand at the small of her back. “Do you come to Last
Call often?”
“
Occasionally. My first time upstairs, though.” The elevator
doors whispered shut behind them. “You?”
The corner of
his mouth twitched, and it was the most detached smile she’d ever
seen. “I’ve been upstairs before.”
“
Mmm.” Damn, but she was bad at small talk, probably because
she never got the chance.
She leaned
against the mirrored wall as the car began its ascent. Cain
certainly seemed like the answer, a man unmoved by anything, much
less her voice. And even though that was the point, it made her
perversely determined to rattle him before the night ended, to get
under his skin in a way that didn’t include magic.
He was hot.
She was aching.
Five grand—and
worth every penny.
The
Last Call
Series
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