Untamed (Vampire Awakenings, Book 3) (11 page)

He thought he could stand there and watch her
forever but the urge to touch her drove him toward her and into the
rain. She was still laughing as she dropped her head down to look
at him. Rain had turned her hair darker and caused it to curl as it
clung to her face and neck. He barely noticed the drops of water as
they pelted against him; the only thing he could focus on was
her
.

"It feels wonderful!" she cried above the
noise.

He didn't know what possessed him, but words
completely failed him. It felt as if he had been taken over by
something entirely primitive, he felt a burning itch that would
only be appeased by touching her. Wrapping his arm around her
waist, he lifted her up and pressed her flush against his body. Her
mouth parted but before she could speak, his lips descended upon
hers in a kiss that would have been bruising if the contact of
their mouths hadn't immediately eased some of the savage strain
within him.

A low groan escaped him; his erection was
extremely uncomfortable as it pressed against the front of his
jeans. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, her mouth opened to
his. She tasted of wine as his tongue entwined with hers. He could
lose himself in her forever; if it wasn't for the fact that he
wasn't going to allow anyone else to see her naked, he would have
taken her here and now without any thought to where they were. If
it were any other girl he wouldn't have cared if someone else saw
her body, but no other woman had ever driven him this crazy before
or pushed him to these kinds of heights. No way was he about to
play show and tell with any part of her body.

Her breath was coming in shallow gasps when
he broke the kiss. He had to take a moment to regain control of
himself but the vision of her, soaking wet, with her lips swollen
from the force of his kiss did nothing to curb his appetite for
her. "Emma," he groaned.

She rested her forehead against his; the
hoarse tone of his voice caused a small shiver to run through her.
She inhaled the scent of the rain clinging to him and took pleasure
in the feel of his powerful arms around her. "I think we should get
out of the rain," she whispered against his lips.

It took everything he had to put her back on
her feet and release her. The smile she gave to him was as enticing
as Eve with the apple, he decided as she stepped away from him. He
almost grabbed for her again but she took hold of his hand and
started to run. Her laughter trickled through the air as she dashed
in and out of the puddles.

Even when he was a kid he'd never played in
the rain, but he found himself laughing as he jumped in and out of
the puddles with her. This woman beside him was such a joy; she
made him see the world in an entirely different way and made him
long to experience things he had never tried before.

Emma couldn't stop laughing as she spun in
front of him and danced a few feet further away. He ran at her but
she turned away and raced up the hill toward her house. She knew
that he could catch her, but he didn't do so until she was at the
door. His arms encircled her waist; his warm breath blew against
her neck as he bent his head and kissed her. A shiver worked its
way through her body, her laughter faded away as her skin caught
fire from his touch.

Slow things
down
, she told herself, but even as she thought it she
could feel a wetness between her legs and her breasts began to
ache. Almost as if he was reading her thoughts, his hand slid
around to the front of her dress and cupped her breast. She bit
down on her lip to keep from crying out as her nipple hardened
beneath his gentle ministrations. Emma forgot all about the keys
she had pulled out of her purse as her hands flattened on the door
and her head tilted back.

His lips moved over her neck before pressing
against her ear. A low moan escaped her; her entire body was
becoming engulfed in heat, a heat that would only be extinguished
by having him inside of her. The rigid length of his erection
pressed against her buttocks as his free hand slid down to wrap
into the skirt of her dress. She could feel the hemline of it
edging upward but she knew this time she wouldn't stop him. She
needed him too badly to have this end now.

She was so lost to him that she hadn't
realized the hand that had been pulling her dress up had moved away
until she felt it cover her hand that was holding the keys. She
relinquished the keys to him; he held her against him while he
unlocked the door. The harshness of his breathing sounded in her
ears as he opened the door and carried her inside.

Ethan wanted her with an intensity that was
beginning to border on obsession. He should leave here; in the
state he was in he could become a threat to her, but the thought of
leaving made him feel even more unstable. He wouldn't hurt her, he
didn't know where the certainty that accompanied that thought came
from, but he knew that it was
true
.
He would cut off his hands, tear out his fangs, and kill himself
before he ever harmed her.

The dim illumination from the light that had
been left on in the kitchen spilled over her face and wet hair.
She'd never looked more desirable, he realized as he stepped closer
to her. Seeming to sense something within him, she hesitated for a
second before sliding her arms around his shoulders. She stood on
tiptoe to press a kiss against his lips. His cock jumped in his
jeans at the feel of her breasts pressed against the shirt that had
been soaked through to his skin. He forgot all about the water
dripping off of them as he took hold of her and lifted her off of
the floor.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, a small
breath escaped her as he settled her onto the obvious evidence of
his arousal. They should go to her room but he couldn't bring
himself to take one step away from her in order to walk down the
hall. Desire clamored through his veins, it was taking everything
he had not to rip the dress from her body and leave it shredded on
the floor. He would scare her if he did that though. She was a
human; he had to keep reminding himself of that as he braced her
against the wall. A human with blood that he would give anything to
have in his mouth, a human who was driving him nearly mad with
desire.

And he had never been with a human before.
Easy
, he counseled himself,
just take it easy
.

His last relationship had been based on
nothing but violence, sexual gratification and pain but he would
never allow Emma to know such depravity and he didn't want that
kind of a relationship with her. She would never know that kind of
brutality; she would only know the immense gratification that he
planned to give to the both of them.

His hands ran over her silken thighs as he
pushed the dripping dress higher up her waist. Excitement pulsed
through his veins as his fingers brushed against the edge of her
underwear. He waited for her to pull back, to tell him no again,
but she only pressed closer to him. A low groan escaped him as his
fingers stroked her clit through her panties. Even through the
material he could feel her heat and a wetness that he knew had
nothing to do with the rain that had soaked them both.

The blood clamoring in his ears made it
nearly impossible to think as a muffled cry escaped her and her
fingers curled into his shoulders. He tore his mouth away from hers
to leave a trail of kisses across her cheek before taking her
earlobe into his mouth and lightly sucking upon it.

Emma almost screamed; she was possessed with
the wild urge to tear her nails across his flesh as her body begged
to be filled by him. She'd never experienced anything like this
overwhelming need before as his hands and mouth teased her to even
higher levels. A part of her wanted to beg him to end her torment
but the other part hoped that it never ended. Pushing aside the
edge of her panties, his fingers brushed against the trimmed hair
of her bikini line before finding her moist center and slipping
inside of her. Emma jerked as he
finally
filled her in some way and his fingers
began to stroke the blaze within her toward a raging inferno.

A groan of satisfaction escaped him as Emma's
cry sounded in his ear. She was so hot and wet that just the feel
of her muscles around his finger almost caused him to spill
himself. He kept her pressed against the wall as he slid his
fingers in and out of her at a leisurely pace. Her rapid breaths
sounded in his ear as she began to rise and fall with his
increasingly demanding movements.

"Ethan." His name on her lips was his
undoing. He slid his fingers from her and grabbed hold of the lacy
edge of her panties. The thin material gave way with a small
tearing sound, her eyes widened upon him but she didn't tell him to
stop and she didn't appear fearful.

Adjusting his hold on her, he grabbed hold of
her ass with one hand as he grabbed for the button of his jeans
with the other. This was not the way he had planned to do this his
first time with her. He'd planned to savor in every inch of her
body, planned to relish in every second that he was inside of her
but that would have to wait until a later time. He couldn't stop to
take the time to do those things; he had to have her
now
.

He felt like a wild animal as he unbuttoned
his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down. There wasn't time
to take them off completely but his dick was finally freed from its
constraints.
Easy
, he told himself,
but there was no going easy here, there was no holding back. His
skin felt as if it were going to blister and burn off if he didn't
possess her soon. He was throbbing with his need and half crazed
with it.

He was half-afraid she was going to stop him
as he pressed the tip of his throbbing cock against her wet center.
She didn't tell him no though; instead she pushed more firmly
against him and thrust her hips toward him. Adjusting his feet, he
lifted her up and drove himself into her. A cry of ecstasy escaped
her as she pulled him even closer. The savage urgency that had been
driving him vanished the second that her tight sheath enveloped
him. The burning of his skin eased as a feeling the likes of which
he'd never experienced before enshrouded him. This was where he was
supposed to be, inside of her,
with
her. He finally understood what it was like to come home and though
he suspected he knew what it meant for him, the realization didn't
frighten him.

Emma couldn't tear her gaze away from his
beautiful eyes as he stretched and filled her. Having him deep
within her was the most amazing sensation she'd ever experienced.
Her fingers slid over the handsome planes of his face as she fought
the ridiculous urge to cry from the wonder of it all. She didn't
move against him, but simply took this moment to savor in the sight
and feel of him within her. Complete, that was what she felt now in
a way that she had never known she could before or had ever thought
possible. She understood now why everything had felt so forced with
Tristan,
this
was where she had
always belonged. It made no sense to her but she couldn't shake the
certainty, or the awe, that came with that realization.

Ethan watched her face as he lifted her up
and deliberately lowered her onto him again. Her gold-flecked eyes
were clouded with passion as they held his, but he also saw the
wonder within her gaze. He kept his hands on her hips as he lifted
her up and slid himself into her again. He was finding it far
easier than he had expected to be gentle with her as her body
somehow managed to cage the beast within him.

"You feel amazing," he whispered against her
mouth.

A shiver of contentment slid through her at
his words, her hands grasped hold of his cheeks as she kissed him.
Bracing her against the wall, he was able to move one of his hands
off of her ass. He grabbed hold of the front of her dress and
pulled it down to free one of her breasts. It filled his hand as he
cupped and kneaded it until her nipple became a hardened bud
against his palm. Bending down he took it into his mouth and sucked
on it before circling it with his tongue. She held him closer as
the caress of his tongue drove her even crazier.

Her cries became more fevered as she started
to ride him faster. Releasing her breast, he grabbed hold of her
waist once more. The calm he'd experienced upon first entering her
had vanished as he drove himself more forcefully into her body. His
eyes fastened onto her neck as she tilted her head back but he was
too lost to the feel of her body to think about her blood. A cry of
delight escaped her as her muscles fiercely contracted around him.
The force of her orgasm pushed him to ever-higher levels as he
thrust into her again. With a loud groan, he finally found his own
much needed release.

His head dropped into the hollow of her neck
and shoulder. The sweet scent of her blood engulfed him and though
it pricked his hunger, he felt her comforting presence stealing
through him and calming him once again. She had the most
astonishing effect on him, an effect he didn't think he would ever
get used to. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her
closer as she leaned against him limply.

"You make me forget myself," she whispered in
his ear.

A strange sensation pricked in his chest as
he cradled her against him. "You do the same to me."

She pulled back to look at him and her eyes
searched his face. The smile that curled her lips did odd things to
his heart. Then, the cloud of satisfaction faded away, her mouth
parted as reality seemed to crash over her. Ethan found himself
unable to breathe as he waited for her to tell him that this had
been mistake. He didn't think he could take that right now, not
after what had just transpired between them, not when she was the
only one that had ever given him peace and happiness.