Free Hunger Untamed H3 by Dee Carney Page A

to stop moving so he could stretch out on the floor in peace, without fear of being stepped on. “But you know, you could sleep in the living room where there’s more room.”
    After rifling through one of the drawers, she pulled out a worn, musty-smelling T-shirt and then pulled it over her head. Victor studied her as she unhooked her bra beneath it, withdrawing the undergarment through a sleeve a moment later. His brow knotted together, but then an amused glint lit his eyes before she was done. “Where do you plan on sleeping?” he asked.
    She patted the bed. “Like I said, right here.”
    He unfolded his crossed arms and stood upright. “Then so will I.”
    “But—”
    “Already backing out of our agreement?”
    “But—”
    “Use your body. Any way I want. Has that changed?”
    Damn. “Of course not,” she muttered. She simply didn’t think he’d want sex so soon. An insane thought when dealing with a dominant male, but the hope had remained.
    There were no bedsheets to speak of, but Lucy rummaged in a closet jammed with an assortment of canned foods, cleaning supplies, one flat pillow and a rolled-up blanket. The latter items she withdrew and, with a final scathing look at Victor, settled onto the bed with them. With the folded pillow beneath her head and the thin blanket tucked around her body, she closed her eyes.
    She’d agreed to sex, but he’d have to make the first move.
    Every part of her was aware that Victor stood near the bed. She could hear him moving around, the rustle of his clothing. Curiosity begged her to open her eyes and watch him move, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he stoked her interest.
    That didn’t stop her from peering through partially opened lids.
    Victor removed his shirt, and Lucy almost gasped. She’d had a feeling he hid a muscled body beneath the casual clothing, but this was... exquisite .
    She’d once taken a course in figure drawing, which utilized human models. The people had specifically been chosen to assist the students with identifying the various individual muscles of the human body, the teacher posing them to highlight the lean ridges and lines.
    The vampire standing next to her didn’t need to be posed to display his definition. He’d been honed like a tool, his natural movements showing off the toned abs and sculpted chest. He wasn’t overly immense, individual ribs on display when he kneeled over his shoe to unlace it. But the smooth plane of his back suggested power, and Lucy had the sudden urge to lick the sharp blade beneath his shoulder. She wanted to run her hands over his skin and feel his bulk beneath her fingertips.
    Then Victor stood, pushing down the black slacks over his hips. Her eyes almost shot open when she realized he’d gone commando beneath the pants. Some screaming instinctual part of her wanted her to pull up a seat, get out the popcorn and enjoy a slow perusal. The softer, feminine side of her encouraged her to slip her eyes closed and wait until the right time. Victor, for all his bravado, showed hints of vulnerability. Her respect for that side of him eased her thudding heart and she followed this latter instinct instead.
    The bed shifted, soft sounds of protest emitting when Victor got in beside her. Her heart punched against her ribs as she waited for him to make the first move. To act on the bargain she’d agreed to.
    Victor moved closer, his substantial weight causing a dip in the mattress. Despite the new contour, she willed herself to stay in place. She would do what was required, but sadness enveloped her, knowing she still had no other choice. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d given her body away. Like all the other times, she’d keep her eyes closed, murmur words of encouragement and sounds of approval. When enough time had passed, her back would arch, the vulnerable curve of her neck exposed. At least now, if Victor remained true to his word, he wouldn’t plunge his teeth into her