Free Foreplay: A Succubus Diaries Prequel by Jill Myles Page B

forcing it up so I could look him in the eye. I could have sworn his gleamed red as he stared down at me. Way, wayyyy too many martinis.
    I squeezed my eyes shut. “Let me go.”
    He examined my face for far too long, saying nothing.
    After a few moments more, I tried to slap his hand away.
    “Give me my purse or I’m going to cal for the cops.”
    “And be arrested for public intoxication? Be my guest.” He released my chin.
    That made me pause. Okay, maybe not the cops. “I’m going to cal …”
    In the time it took for me to consider, he had me up on my feet and was helping me dust off. At least, I thought he was helping me brush off my clothes. When his hand went around my waist, I began to get suspicious. And when he dipped me low, pul ing me against him, I pressed a hand against his chest. The world spun dizzily. “What are you doing?”
    “I’m sorry,” he said in a voice that implied that he was anything but. “You remind me of someone…and I’m afraid that’s going to be your undoing. I hope you’l forgive me someday.”
    He leaned in.
    I shoved my fist against his cheek. What was he talking about? Why was he leaning in to kiss me?
    Except it wasn’t a kiss. When he hauled me against him, his mouth went to my throat. I barely had a chance to protest before
    His mouth burned hot against my neck, and there was a sharp sensation, like a bite.
    Except that was stupid, because what kind of man bites drunk women in an al ey? The sensation passed within seconds, leaving a wave of sensations that I could only describe as…orgasmic.
    My toes curled in my shoes, calves clenching, and my arms wrapped around him as he continued to suck at my throat, the bite-induced orgasm rol ing through me. Holy jeez! I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or keep going – not that I could stop him. I gasped – I might have sobbed a little.
    I probably even blacked out.
    The next thing I knew, dawn was threading the sky as I stared up, wondering where the evening had gone. The dark stranger was helping me to my feet and straightening the col ar of my jacket. I stared at him dizzily, my body stil throbbing with want and need. My knees felt weak.
    “What…”
    “Al part of the plan, Princess.” He looked at my shirt, then unbuttoned it down to my bra, exposing my pathetic cleavage. “Want to go visit an old friend? Say yes.”
    “Yes?” I mumbled, stil dazed and completely out of it. I needed to lean against something…or sit down.
    Something. My body wasn’t working properly. Al the bones had been sucked out by his mouth.
    “Come on,” he said, and I let him pul me along.
    The world began to blur after that. I had no idea how many streets we’d wandered down, or what time it was. My feet should have hurt, but I didn’t feel them. My neck stil tingled with his strange biting kiss, and the world had receded into a very pleasurable fog. So pleasurable that anything that brushed against my skin caused me to quiver with erotic excitement, and my pulse pounded low in my hips.
    “We’re here,” the stranger whispered in my ear.
    I couldn't seem to shake the sensual fog off of my brain.
    Here where? I was standing on the sidewalk, the wind brushing against my heated skin. Through large glass windows I saw a bar, nearly empty. It was total y swanky, with gilt edging on al the furniture and soft lighting. A large guy sat at the far end of the bar with his back to the window I currently peered through.
    “See that man?” my new friend whispered. “He wants to kiss you.”
    He did? I pressed my face against the glass, trying to get a better look at him. Just the thought of a strange man wanting to kiss me made my body tremble with a strange lust. The guy at the other bar hadn’t wanted me…but this one did? Through the fog in my head, that seemed like a good idea. I headed for the door.
    “Wait,” said my friend, grabbing my hand. “Before I let you go…promise that you’l come back and see me tonight.”
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