Free Damek's Redemption: Legacy, Book 6 by N.J. Walters Page B

goblet as the smell of leather and Damek surrounded her. She was afraid to move, afraid she might actually throw herself at him and tell him to skip dinner.
    He wanted her. He’d said when she came to his bed, not if.
    Holy cow. That was something to wrap her head around. It was one thing to have an erotic dream about the man, quite another to hear him say he wanted her in such a low, seductive manner that made her cream her panties.
    Damek leaned in closer and she wished he wasn’t wearing dark glasses, wished she could see his eyes. Their noses were almost touching and his breath was warm on her lips. “We’re here.” He sat back, drained his wineglass and set it aside.
    Sonia turned her head away and sucked in a deep breath. She was in way over her head with this man, but she no longer cared. They would have dinner and she would ask her questions of him.
    After that, well, only time would tell.

Chapter Six
    Damek breathed a sigh of relief as the blood he’d drunk sank into his cells, feeding his relentless hunger. He was thankful for the sunglasses, knowing his eyes had probably been tinged with red, as he’d been so tempted to kiss her, to lick her soft skin. With his preternatural sense of sound, he could hear her blood rushing through her veins, a lure, an offering. Hear the catch of her breath and the flutter of her pulse.
    And her scent was driving him to distraction. It wasn’t expensive perfume, but the honest smell of woman and soap, tinged with the delicate aroma of arousal. It mingled with the rich tang of grapes from the champagne and the leather from the seats. He inhaled deeply, pulling it into his lungs.
    Sonia was both nervous and excited at the same time, and if she held on to the stem of her glass any tighter she was going to shatter the delicate crystal. He reached out, plucked the champagne flute from her hand and set it beside his empty wineglass.
    The short drive from the club had been both a pleasure and sheer torture, but it had also insured that if John Barnes were still watching her, he would have no idea she’d left through a back entrance of Inhibitions with him. The vampire hunter would have to assume she was still in the club unless he went in looking for her. And even if he did, he wouldn’t know where she went. For now, she was safe.
    His gaze was drawn once again to Sonia with her barely restrained black, curly hair and deep gray eyes that seemed to see far more than was comfortable for him. There was something about Sonia, her unrestrained thoughts and her obvious pleasure in the champagne that warmed him. And for a vampire, there was no bigger lure than a woman who could steal the chill from his soul and replace it with something else, something that made him believe his soul wasn’t quite as bankrupt as he believed.
    It was dangerous to hope, but Damek found he couldn’t help himself. He’d long ago learned the trick of living in the minute, for the past was a graveyard littered with thousands of people he’d known, and the future was endless. That was what he planned to do with Sonia—live in the moment. They would have dinner and conversation and, if things went well, their evening would continue.
    But it was entirely up to her. He would take nothing she did not give freely.
    The car came to a stop and moments later the door opened and his driver stepped back. Damek climbed out and offered Sonia his hand. “Come.”
    She grabbed her large purse and slung the strap over her shoulder before taking his hand. He closed his fingers over hers and helped her from the limo. The sun hadn’t quite sunk all the way but it was hidden behind the surrounding buildings and would soon disappear. He could feel the prickle of the rays on the exposed skin of his face but it was manageable as long as he didn’t stay outside for too long.
    Sonia glanced around the street and then at the building in front of them. “Where are we?”
    “I thought you might enjoy the casual atmosphere of