Louisiana Moon (28 page)

What had the guards found? The anticipation of what was to come gnawed at Kris as her nerves sizzled while she waited for a Soulscape to plunge. Yes, Ryant was with her, but what if?

A few more turns on the floor and he stopped dancing.

“What is it?” No response. Several anxious seconds ticked as her nerves unraveled. She couldn’t take the silence any longer. “What, for gods’ sake, Ryant? Tell me.” She stepped away from him as he bobbed his head in response to whatever was being said in his mind from one of the other vamps.

He smiled, relaxed and dragged her back against him. “There is nothing to be frightened of. Someone left a window open upstairs and forgot to close it. The window is secure now and more guards have filtered upstairs. We’re good.” He licked his bottom lip. “Now, where were we? Yes, me holding you.”

She squinted toward the balcony and the banners. Yes, they’d settled but she’d still seen a dark shadow. Hadn’t she? “You’re positive?”

“Yes, my love.” The fingers of one hand rounded her ribcage, settling on her lower back as his other hand cupped hers.

A thrill of delight rushed through her. He made her body come alive. She placed her palm on his shoulder. Seductively, she stepped closer and slowed their dance. The music reduced with them. The air seemed to spark and the mood, right for love. The party had to end soon, it just had to. With the moves Ryant made she couldn’t handle another moment.

As he molded her to him his erection pressed firmly between them and felt so perfect. With his smooth shaven cheek next to hers, his eager breaths feathered heat over her skin. Kris glided her nose alongside his jaw line as she inched her lips closer to his. Their breaths merged when their lips connected. He took from her lungs as she took from his. With his arms around her, she gave her soul to him.

As if the whole room vanished, the kiss dragged her into another place, another time. Their first time together, and she melted into his embrace. She wanted him. The only thought she had was of his hips burrowed deep between her thighs as he plunged inside her.

The tempo slowed to a stop, dragging her back to reality. Her grip loosened, and Ryant lifted his lips from hers. They held one another firmly, nose to nose, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Damn. You’ve never kissed me like that before.” His tone was a hoarse growl.

Her cheeks warmed as her body trembled with need. “Do you think we can sneak off and not be noticed?” She traced a thumb over his collarbone.

The most delicious grin appeared on Ryant’s lips. “I’m positive we can manage a quick escape.” He bent low and gave her a swift kiss.

His visible hunger suggested he’d have his way with her in more than one position, and she was up for the challenge.

28

The click of the doorknob drew his attention. A crimson spiked high heel, attached to a sexy leg that stretched on forever, peeped from the partially opened bathroom door.

Ryant licked his lips. The moment he’d anticipated had finally arrived. A deep throb settled in his groin as he waited, surrounded by his coveted medieval art collection and the many trophies won off men slain by his hand. Tonight, he would conquer once again—and claim yet another prize. The best prize.

The door swung open and his cock swelled at the sight. From her breasts to her hips, her curves were so delicious he could barely wait to caress and lick the silken valley of tender flesh. With the bathroom light silhouetting her lush figure, he imagined the different positions he could take her, including a few in the bathroom if she didn’t hurry.

Kris turned slightly, displaying a pert nipple he wanted to flick with his tongue, tease between his teeth and use to make her to squirm beneath him. His mouth went dry as desert sand and his jaw clenched with hungry frustration.

Decades had passed since he’d sweated. Yet, at that moment, he remembered the feel of perspiration wetting his upper lip as it had the last time he had Kris writhing beneath him.

Kris moved from behind the rock wall into the arched doorway, hiding none of her flesh from his sight. His breathing quickened as his gaze roamed her naked body. He twitched, ready to stand and pounce on the feast before him.

She widened her stance, spreading herself wide, and raised her hands slowly to her hair. Her breasts jiggled with the movement. The desire to suck her nipples into his hungry mouth almost killed him.

A lovely array of curls framed her head and fell in cascades of thick, brown ringlets over her shoulders, hiding her creamy breasts and dusky pink nipples under the lushness. His fingers itched with the need to tangle in the silken mass then slide the strands aside for full access to her neck. A lump the size of a marble formed in his throat as he clenched his hands into fists, fighting the urge to rush across the room, take her to the floor and push inside her until she screamed.

“Damn, you’re beautiful, woman. Come here.”

With a sultry grin, she prowled across the room to him, her balance perfect on those delicious heels. When she stood in front of him, he separated his legs, grabbed her waist and tugged her until his knees were on either side of her hips. The scent of sweet musk made his mouth water. He leaned forward and tenderly kissed the softness of her skin below her breasts, pressing his cheek to her flat belly.

“Ryant, I don’t know how much more of this I can handle.”

He smiled. “What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“Tell me. I need to hear you.”

“I want to feel you inside, filling me entirely.”

He gladly accepted the invitation, and glided his hand from her waist to cup her ass, holding her tight as he stood. She wrapped her long, sleek legs around his waist, folded her ankles and feet with the heels around his back. Their mouths connected as he carried her across the room to the bed. When he laid her down, he pounced on top of her beautiful body and her legs held him tight as if she never wanted to let him go. That was fine by him, because he would never let her go again. When she left years ago, what humanity he barely regained had crumbled like their relationship.

He lifted a fraction, and she stilled beneath him. He caught her gaze and held it, making sure she could see the truth in his eyes then moved his hands to her locked ankles and released the hold. Pushing to his knees and stroking her leg as he did, he kissed her ankle near the heel.

Inch by eager inch, he reached her kneecap. As he danced his tongue beneath the fold of her knee, he got a shiver out of her. He smiled, taking the movement as a demand to continue. Wild and free, sweet and salty, his Kris, a perfect complement.

His lips moved from the back of her knee, down the backside of her thigh. She dug her fingernails into his biceps, pulling him closer. The sting of her nails only added to the pleasure. He swung her leg to the side of the bed and admired the treasure sprawled before him.

Wanting to feel her touch against his skin, he ripped off his shirt. As he watched her, her gaze slowly trailed down his chest then locked in on his trousers. He fumbled with the snap. Damn. He couldn’t wait to nestle between her thighs, to take her to places only he could take her.

He moved backward off the bed and pulled his pants down, kicking them off to the side. His swollen, tight erection sprang out. He grasped the base, barely holding back the explosion from longing over her well-sculpted breasts and the plush cushion of hair he was about to enter.

“Come here.” She licked her lips and motioned with her finger.

As he crawled up the bed, she spread wider, baring pink flesh between her thighs, nestled under the down of hair. His breath seized in his chest. The tip of his cock reached her wet opening. When they were almost connected, he looked into her eyes. He wanted to watch her as he entered.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

She nodded.

He braced one hand and guided himself to her center, nudging past her tightness. Just then as he entered her, he squinted, and pushed further inside her heat. Damn it. He couldn’t thrust inside and lose control, not just yet. When he stopped moving, she lifted her legs, drilling the spikes of the heels into his skin as she spurred him on. He pushed hard, past the iron grip of her core.

“Ahh…” Kris groaned.

“Shit, did I hurt you?”

“No, just keep going.”

“I love you.”

She smiled and her bottom lip quivered. Eyes glassy, she whispered, “I love you too.”

With his lips crushed to hers, he moved out and back in to the hilt, deep in her silky, hot center. They were complete as one, and he intended to take her to their special place.

Moving faster, his pace deepened. She threw her head on the pillow, brown hair cascading as she bucked her hips to meet his. He caught a pebbled nipple between his teeth and bit lightly, and her muscles clenched.

A few more thrusts then he held back. He didn’t want to go before her. He feathered his hand between them and found her hardened nub in the slit of her pussy, and rhythmically moved in circles.

“Oh, oh…Ryant, I’m about to,” she panted. Her sweet breath washed over his face.

“Yes, love, come for me.” He bit her nipple harder, tasting blood, moving his hips faster.

Her nails grazed his back and dug into his skin. “Ryant,” she screamed. Her muscles contracted as she scratched his back.

A couple of pumps more and he spilled inside her, jerking with his own release. Each tug of her orgasm, his body sputtered. He clasped one of her breasts, licking her blood off his lips. “I love you, Kris.”

She threaded her fingers in his hair, latching hold as she guided him up for a kiss. “I love you, Ryant,” she whispered over his lips.

When his cock and her core stopped twitching with release, he rolled off her and she planted her chin on his chest. He dragged her close as they both caught their breaths. More than just right in his arms, she was perfect. They were perfect together.

He blew out a huge breath. Drowsiness threatened to overtake him but he wasn’t ready for rest. “Tell me something about your past you’ve never revealed before.” He tugged her closer, resting his chin on her head.

“Well, let me think.” She sighed as she stroked a hand over his chest, playing with the fine hairs. “When I was a child I fell into water. I couldn’t swim and thought I would die. It took me years to overcome the fear. I can swim now, but I’m still leery of water.”

“Did you slip or were you pushed?”

“I slipped on a mossy rock into the pond behind my parents’ home.”

“Have you wanted to go back there? It’s been some time now.”

“Yes. I have. I’d like to see who lives in the home now.”

Ryant hugged her. “We’ll have to travel to Yorktown one day, after this mess is under control.”

“Good.”

Something in her tone made him blink. “Do you not want to travel there?”

“I do, I just miss them. I had a dream about my dad. He rescued me from a Reaper. I’ve been dreaming of my mom too. She turns into either the Reaper or a Soulscape.”

Ryant kissed her head. “I’m sorry. I hope to make it all better soon.”

She trailed her hand down and stopped on his stomach. “What about you?”

“What about me, love?”

“Do you want to see your parents?”

“I’d have to write and let them know we’re visiting New York while we’re there. They may or may not accept me.”

Beneath his embrace, she cupped his chin. “I’m sure they would want their long, lost son back.”

“I’m sure you’re right.” He leaned over and captured her plush lips with his. He desired her so much he could lie in bed with her all day and find interesting things to occupy them. It would be time well worth spending.

She laid her cheek on his chest. “Tell me something about your past, something you’ve never revealed to me or anyone.”

Ryant inhaled. “In my human life, I was married.”

She reared back, her gaze wide. “You were?”

The memory of his beloved wife, Sarah, tumbled back. Her beautiful golden hair, how it swayed in the wind when she stood looking out over the Atlantic. He loved how her long hair felt in his hands when he would make love to her, soft and delicate, like an angel. But she wasn’t Kris. “Yes, we even expected a child. They both died in the delivery.”