chest, filled with anticipation of seeing a softer side of him. Her stomach rumbled again.
He arched a brow. “Hungry?”
She nodded. She hungered for food, sex, and tenderness.
“Then eat.” He pushed his cock back in his briefs and placed an arm around her shoulders, and led her to the island in the middle of the kitchen. He pulled out one of the stools and held it while she sat.
He surprised her further by washing his hands before he returned to the range.
She smiled. “This is what I call service.”
He walked over to her and licked the side of her neck and caressed her ass. “I aim to please, honey.” He paused before he met her gaze. “Do I?”
He was full of surprises. She would never have expected that question from such a handsome male and accomplished lover. In that moment, he seemed almost as vulnerable as she felt. She caressed his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair. “Yes. Oh, yes, Adrian . Never in my wildest fantasy did I imagine sex could be as satisfying as it is with you. You touched both my body and my emotions.”
He turned away without responding.
She turned to watch him.
At the sink he wet a dish-towel and swung it over his shoulder before he picked up a serving spoon and a plate.
She inhaled when he set a plate filled with eggs, bacon, and French toast in front of her. “It smells delicious, Adrian .”
“Good.” He returned to the counter, his hand hovering over the percolator. “Coffee?”
“Yes. Thanks.”
“How do you like it?”
“With cream and sugar.”
He returned to the island with coffee and a glass of orange juice.
The orange juice had lots of pulp—just as she liked it. She looked at him as he sat on the stool beside her. “Fresh squeezed?”
He nodded and handed her the wet towel.
Smiling at him, she wiped her hands. “You think of everything.”
He arched a brow, a warm, intimate look in his steel blue eyes. God, he was so handsome. And he was hers—at least for the weekend.
He slipped his palm under her shirt. While she ate, he alternated between rubbing her back and massaging her ass. Within minutes her nipples were hard and her pussy filled with moisture.
“ Adrian ! You just finished fucking me.”
He straightened to look at her. “I just finished fucking you ?”
Her cheeks burned. “Okay. We fucked each other.”
Apparently satisfied by her answer, he leaned over to nibble at her neck. “I love the smell of sweet, tight pussy, filled with my seed and ready to be fucked again.”
She moistened her lips and glanced at the empty space on the island in front of him. “Aren’t you eating?”
He caressed her thighs.
She sucked in a breath and parted her legs.
He slipped his free hand between her legs to finger her wet slit. “This is what I want for breakfast.”
She closed her legs, trapping his hand between her thighs. “Do you eat, Adrian ?”
“Food? Yes.”
She frowned. “I didn’t think vampires ate.”
“Some do. Some don’t. We’re not all the same, Brandi. Some of us cast reflections. Some don’t. Some are lucky enough to be able to father kids. Some aren’t. Some kill indiscriminately. Some don’t.”
She put her fork down and turned to face him. “Can you?”
“Can I what? Father kids?”
She nodded.
“You know how old I am. I’ve never yet managed to impregnate anyone.”
“You’ve tried?”
He nodded. “Only for the last forty years.”
“Why?”
“Why? Like most human males, I wanted to be a father.”
She felt guilty for being glad he wasn’t. If he’d had a child, surely the mother would be in his life. She didn’t allow the errant thought of what it would be like to have his baby to linger.
He stroked her neck. “Don’t you want to be a mother?”
She nodded. “I’d like to have two, maybe three
He arched a brow. “Hungry?”
She nodded. She hungered for food, sex, and tenderness.
“Then eat.” He pushed his cock back in his briefs and placed an arm around her shoulders, and led her to the island in the middle of the kitchen. He pulled out one of the stools and held it while she sat.
He surprised her further by washing his hands before he returned to the range.
She smiled. “This is what I call service.”
He walked over to her and licked the side of her neck and caressed her ass. “I aim to please, honey.” He paused before he met her gaze. “Do I?”
He was full of surprises. She would never have expected that question from such a handsome male and accomplished lover. In that moment, he seemed almost as vulnerable as she felt. She caressed his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair. “Yes. Oh, yes, Adrian . Never in my wildest fantasy did I imagine sex could be as satisfying as it is with you. You touched both my body and my emotions.”
He turned away without responding.
She turned to watch him.
At the sink he wet a dish-towel and swung it over his shoulder before he picked up a serving spoon and a plate.
She inhaled when he set a plate filled with eggs, bacon, and French toast in front of her. “It smells delicious, Adrian .”
“Good.” He returned to the counter, his hand hovering over the percolator. “Coffee?”
“Yes. Thanks.”
“How do you like it?”
“With cream and sugar.”
He returned to the island with coffee and a glass of orange juice.
The orange juice had lots of pulp—just as she liked it. She looked at him as he sat on the stool beside her. “Fresh squeezed?”
He nodded and handed her the wet towel.
Smiling at him, she wiped her hands. “You think of everything.”
He arched a brow, a warm, intimate look in his steel blue eyes. God, he was so handsome. And he was hers—at least for the weekend.
He slipped his palm under her shirt. While she ate, he alternated between rubbing her back and massaging her ass. Within minutes her nipples were hard and her pussy filled with moisture.
“ Adrian ! You just finished fucking me.”
He straightened to look at her. “I just finished fucking you ?”
Her cheeks burned. “Okay. We fucked each other.”
Apparently satisfied by her answer, he leaned over to nibble at her neck. “I love the smell of sweet, tight pussy, filled with my seed and ready to be fucked again.”
She moistened her lips and glanced at the empty space on the island in front of him. “Aren’t you eating?”
He caressed her thighs.
She sucked in a breath and parted her legs.
He slipped his free hand between her legs to finger her wet slit. “This is what I want for breakfast.”
She closed her legs, trapping his hand between her thighs. “Do you eat, Adrian ?”
“Food? Yes.”
She frowned. “I didn’t think vampires ate.”
“Some do. Some don’t. We’re not all the same, Brandi. Some of us cast reflections. Some don’t. Some are lucky enough to be able to father kids. Some aren’t. Some kill indiscriminately. Some don’t.”
She put her fork down and turned to face him. “Can you?”
“Can I what? Father kids?”
She nodded.
“You know how old I am. I’ve never yet managed to impregnate anyone.”
“You’ve tried?”
He nodded. “Only for the last forty years.”
“Why?”
“Why? Like most human males, I wanted to be a father.”
She felt guilty for being glad he wasn’t. If he’d had a child, surely the mother would be in his life. She didn’t allow the errant thought of what it would be like to have his baby to linger.
He stroked her neck. “Don’t you want to be a mother?”
She nodded. “I’d like to have two, maybe three
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