Free Drop Dead Gorgeous by Suki McMinn Page B

you?”
    “Yeah. He’s really good.”
    “So good that he paints the face of a supermodel born many years after his death?”
    He hadn’t thought of that. He didn’t respond.
    “He claims he’ll alter your face, make you look different. But I don’t like it.” She turned to him and traced a finger along his cheek and across his mouth. “I just wanted a new pretty, and your money. I didn’t think of the fame thing – the jeopardy it could put us in.”
    “I wouldn’t say I’m famous really. I’m just a model. Was just a model, I mean.”
    “Whose face is everywhere. And who still roams the streets.”
    “Okay, I get it. I’ll be careful,” he said.
    “You do that.”
    She stood and walked back towards the house. Derek closed his eyes and waited until he was certain she was staying put before going to Clara’s. He knew he was taking a big risk, letting Clara know what he was, but he loved her and now she gave him a reason to rise every night. He couldn’t stay away.
    Clara was washing dishes at the kitchen sink when he came up behind her and kissed her neck. She tilted her head away to give him better access and he licked the four tiny marks on her neck.
    “Hi, honey,” she whispered, and he could already smell her arousal.
    He pulled her skirt up and slipped his hand inside her panties and she groaned and leaned forward a little, gripping the counter.
    She turned her head to him and stuck her tongue out for him. He sucked on it and dipped his finger in and out of her as she moaned. His other hand snaked around her body and caressed her breast over her t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he growled at the discovery.
    When her legs separated a little more, he took that as his cue to pull her panties down and toss them aside. She stood on her tiptoes and bent over further, resting her elbows on the counter. He removed himself from his pants and slipped inside her with a groan. So fucking hot and wet.
    He began to move and her head dropped forward as she rocked back into him with each thrust. He pushed her t-shirt up and licked her back, searching for the perfect place to bite. His anxiety about biting had subsided with the knowledge he’d be allowed to, and he was able to focus on Clara’s enjoyment a little more, knowing he’d get what he needed soon enough.
    He reached around and touched her, moving his finger in tiny quick strokes. Her breathing sped up and he could feel her heart beating faster. He pumped harder and faster and her moans got a little louder.
    They were both close. When she said, “Oh my god,” he knew she was ready and he bit into the warm salty flesh just below her shoulder blade and sucked hard as he exploded and began to fill her.
    She cried out and he felt her contractions milking him in the same rhythm as his own. He sucked and swallowed, and felt the heat of her blood filling him as the pleasure spread throughout his body like fire. Nothing could feel better than this.
    When they had both come down from their highs and disengaged, she turned around and kissed him. He held her and whispered, “I love you so much,” into her ear.
    He looked into her eyes and she smiled a lazy smile and touched a fang with her finger. “Was that good, baby?”
    “You can’t imagine.”
    He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and undressed them both. She lay on her stomach and he took the tube of Neosporin from the night stand and applied it to the now six tiny puncture marks on her body. Then he lay down beside her and began to gently stroke her back, her face turned away from him.
    “How was your day?” he asked.
    “Fine. I read some more about vampires,” she said into the pillow.
    “And what did you learn?”
    “Hmm. Let’s see. Can you see yourself in a mirror?”
    “Yes.”
    “And can holy water hurt you?”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “A cross?”
    “I don’t think what we are has anything to do with religion, so no, I don’t think so.”
    He continued