Free In Blood and Worth Loving by Marilyn Lee Page A

kids one day.”
     
    They stared at each other in silence for several moments.
     
    Feeling as if he were probing her thoughts, she moistened her lips and lowered her lids. It was time they changed the subject before she did something foolish—like admitting the idea of having his baby intrigued her. “Have you ever killed anyone, Adrian?”
     
    He shrugged. “I’m a vampire. Have I killed before? Yes.”
     
    “Will you kill again?”
     
    “Probably.”
     
    She stared at him. “Why? Why would you kill?”
     
    “Because I met someone who needed killing. Why else?”
     
    She didn’t like how casually he discussed taking someone’s life. “Have you ever killed a woman?”
     
    He met her gaze. “You’re wondering if I’ve ever killed a lover.”
     
    She nodded. “Have you?”
     
    “I can promise you that I won’t kill you, Brandi.”
     
    “That’s a relief, but it really doesn’t answer my question.”
     
    He shook his head. “If I answered your question, I’d have to kill you,” he deadpanned.
     
    “Be serious, Adrian .”
     
    “And there are much nicer things I’d like to do to and with you, honey.”
     
    “Adrian—”
     
    “I’m bored with talking about me, Brandi.”
     
    She decided pushing would only annoy him and spoil the mood. “Okay. What would you like to talk about?”
     
    He slid his free hand up to pinch her nipples. “I’m jealous,” he murmured.
     
    Surely he didn’t know about Doug. She frowned. Even if he did, how likely was he to envy Doug or any other man? “Of who?”
     
    He nibbled at her ear. “My shirt.”
     
    She drew back to look at him. “Your shirt?”
     
    He nodded. “Because it gets to caress your breasts and cover your large, lovely round ass.”
     
    She blinked at him. “What did you have for breakfast?”
     
      “Nothing yet.” He thrust his fingers into her pussy.
     
    She gasped, opened her legs, and pushed his hand away.
     
    “Why do you ask?” He arched a brow. “What? Did you think I was incapable of sweet talk?”
     
    “Actually, yes,” she admitted.
     
    He rewarded her honesty with a sharp spank on each cheek.
     
    “Ouch!”
     
    “I’m as capable of sweet talk as the next man.”
     
    “But more prone to slapping my ass than any other male I’ve met.”
     
    “Don’t blame me because you have a big ass made for spanking.”
     
    “You weren’t impressed when you first saw it.”
     
    He kissed her neck. “I’m impressed now, honey.”
     
    She felt shy yet sexy. “What impresses you most?”
     
    “Everything.”
     
    She drew away from him. “You can’t expect me to believe that.”
     
    “Why not? It’s true.”
     
    “I saw the look on your face when you first arrived, Adrian .”
     
    He compressed his lips. “Let’s not go there again, Brandi. When I say everything I mean everything. I like the rich, chocolate color of your skin. Your large, natural breasts enchant me. You already know what I think of your ass. We won’t even discuss your pussy.”
     
    She felt almost giddy because she knew that she had managed to change his opinion of her. She didn’t doubt for a second that he now found her attractive. “Why don’t we discuss my pussy, Adrian ?”
     
    “First, for the remainder of the weekend, it’s not your pussy. It’s mine.”
     
    Her stomach muscles clenched.
     
    “And second because if we discuss it, I’m going to want to fuck it again.”
     
    She shrugged. “So? Do you see anyone objecting?”
     
    “Are you flirting with me?”
     
    She shook her head. “No. Why do you ask?”
     
    He slapped her ass. “Do you know what happens to irresistible women who flirt with me?”
     
    Irresistible now was she? “They get fucked?”
     
    “Oh, yeah, honey. They get fucked repeatedly…harder and deeper each time.”
     
    “So who’s stopping you?”
     
    He stood up, kicking his stool aside.
     
    Noting the look in his dark blue eyes, she knew how they’d be spending the