Part 6 (2/2)

Don't tell him! Julie hesitated, her brain turning to whipped cream and chocolate pudding. ”Oh, nothing.” Chicken!

Roger pulled his truck up to the curb outside the old apartment house and s.h.i.+fted into park. Then he turned his beautiful and very s.e.xy brown eyes toward her and smiled. ”What's wrong, Julie? Having second thoughts? Because, if you are. I'll be fine-after a long cold shower-but I'll be fine.”

”No way. I haven't changed my mind. It's just...” I'm a vampire. She couldn't make the words come out of her mouth and spoil the rest of an already crazy evening with the man she wanted to make love with.

”What, Julie?” He took her hands in his. ”You can tell me anything.”

Chapter Five.

Julie's eyes widened and she stared up at him, her mouth poised to say something.

Roger held his breath. If she said she didn't want to make love with him, he'd die a thousand deaths before he could get to his house and that cold shower. His d.i.c.k strained against the confines of his slacks and briefs, begging to be released.

After an excruciatingly long, drawn-out pause, Julie's eyes softened into a s.e.xy droop and she smiled. ”It's just...last one in gets the leftovers. I call dibs on the chocolate pudding!” She laughed out loud and grabbed for the door handle. Before he could reach out and kiss her, she was out of the truck and racing for the entrance to the apartment house.

A good two lengths behind, Roger chased after her, laughter bubbling up in his throat. Julie made him feel young and carefree. He loved that about the s.e.xy, sa.s.sy nurse and wanted to be with her more often. She was helping to heal his wounds from his first marriage, and for that he would be forever grateful.

Grat.i.tude wasn't what he had on his mind as they crossed the threshold of her apartment, clothes flying off before the door had time to latch behind them.

Julie reached down and slipped the strap from the back of her heels and kicked her sandals into a corner.

As Julie ran to the small kitchen, Roger unb.u.t.toned the second b.u.t.ton of his s.h.i.+rt, suddenly unsure of his role in the rest of the evening. One minute Julie has her hands in his lap, the next, she's hesitating over what to say. Despite her words to the contrary, was she having second thoughts?

With a squirt can of whipped cream and a two plastic cups of fat-free chocolate pudding, Julie rounded the corner of the fridge, smiling. ”Choose your poison.”

”I'll take the whipped cream. I like something I can point an aim.”

”You're such a cop. Must be a guy thing to have something to point and shoot.” She shot him a wicked grin and glanced at his crotch.

The look she gave him sent blood rocketing through his veins and the room grew increasingly hotter. He loosened another b.u.t.ton on his s.h.i.+rt.

Her gaze followed the movement. ”That's more like it.”

”Are you going to keep that whipped cream or am I going to have to take it from you?” He reached for the can.

Instead of placing the can in his hand, Julie pressed the nozzle and squirted a small stream of the white fluffy concoction into his outstretched palm.

”Two can play that game.” He scooped a finger full of the cream and drew a white line from the base of her throat down to the shadow of her cleavage.

Her eyes closed and she inhaled deeply. ”Careful not to get it on my dress,” she said, her voice like a breathy whisper.

”Let me take care of it,” he traced another line of the white cream over her lips and down her chin to connect with the one at her throat.

She laughed a shaky, forced laugh, her eyes a pool of emerald green. ”Pretty soon, I'll be covered with this stuff.”

”Not if I have my way with you.” He licked the rest of the cream from his hand, then gripped her shoulders and pulled her close enough to taste her sweet lips.

A bare calf climbed up the back of his leg and her arms lifted toward him.

”Uh-uh. Not yet.” With his lips pressed to hers, he lapped at the cream and delved between her teeth, his tongue coating hers with the tasty treat. ”Umm, good enough to eat.”

When he pulled away to tackle the rest of the whipped cream, she followed him. Roger held up a finger. ”We don't want to get cream on your dress, now do we?”

”To h.e.l.l with the dress,” she said and wrapped her arms around his neck, the can colliding with the plastic snack cups of pudding.

She couldn't seem to get close enough as waves of desire swept over her like a tsunami, engulfing her, consuming her and taking her to the darker side of l.u.s.t. She couldn't stop the rising need any more than she could change what she'd become. If she didn't have Roger that night, she'd expire from a totally different type of starvation.

”Wait.” Roger pushed her away.

”I can't wait.” Dropping the can of cream and the tubs of pudding, she reached for his s.h.i.+rt and struggled with the b.u.t.tons, too impatient to maneuver them out of the holes.

Roger laughed. ”Let me, or I won't have any-”

Beyond caring, Julie grabbed each side of his s.h.i.+rt and ripped it open. b.u.t.tons popped off bouncing off her chest.

”b.u.t.tons left. Well, that's one way to do it.”

What was wrong with her? She was destroying his clothes! Yet, she couldn't stop. Her fingers shoved the s.h.i.+rt over his broad shoulders and down his arms, following the fabric down his arm until the s.h.i.+rt fell to the floor. She reached behind him and cupped his a.s.s, pulling him close enough the heat of his c.o.c.k pressed into her belly.

”I didn't like that s.h.i.+rt anyway. It had whipped cream all over it.” Roger cupped her face and kissed her long and hard. His lips broke free and he licked the cream from her chin, his tongue lapping at the trail down her neck to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He reached behind her and slid her zipper down the middle of her back.

Pus.h.i.+ng the straps from her shoulders was all it took and the simple black sheath floated to a filmy puddle at her feet. The feathery stroke of the fabric ignited nerve endings all the way from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to her toes. Naked except for the black lace thong, she stood ready for his next move. And if he didn't make it fast, she'd do it.

She wasn't disappointed when Roger's hands circled her waist and climbed upward to cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

”Aren't you hot in all those clothes?” Was that her voice-that high-pitched, breathless sound? Her body was on fire and Roger stoked the furnace. ”And where's that whipped cream and pudding?” She could use something to cool her off. What better way than chocolate pudding on her skin?

Roger flicked the b.u.t.ton at his waist and unzipped his pants, his c.o.c.k pus.h.i.+ng outward, still encased in snowy white briefs.

Julie reached for him and skimmed her hand over the cotton fabric and down inside his trousers to cup his b.a.l.l.s.

Grabbing her hands, Roger pulled her out of his pants. ”How about I get the whipped cream and we take this in the bedroom?”

”Why waste time?” She tugged against his hands and he let go.

”Good point.” He slipped off his shoes as Julie pushed his pants and briefs down his legs, dropping to her knees to complete the job.

From her position on the floor, Julie had a great view of Roger's magnificent p.e.n.i.s. Free of clothing, he was wonderful to look at all over. His body was lean and muscular with dark hair sprinkled across his chest narrowing to a line down to the nest between his legs. She cupped his s.c.r.o.t.u.m and ma.s.saged the sac between her fingers.

Groaning, Roger leaned his head back and breathed deeply, his fingers threading through her hair, tugging her mouth close to his c.o.c.k. As enticing as his engorged c.o.c.k was with the artery pulsing in his groin, inches from her teeth, Julie was torn between taking him full into her mouth and chomping into his groin. Her mind engaged enough to let her follow the more humanly correct urge. Opening her mouth wide, she wrapped her lips around him and pulled his hips forward until his p.e.n.i.s b.u.mped against the back of her throat.

Roger's hand fisted in her hair and he held her against him, his b.u.t.tocks tight beneath her hands. Then he pulled her back by the hair. ”I won't last four seconds at this rate. Give me the d.a.m.ned pudding.” He pulled her up his body and kissed her, then bent to retrieve the fallen can of whipped cream and plastic snack puddings. ”Come on.”

In a l.u.s.ty haze, Julie let Roger lead her to the kitchen table where he lifted her to sit on the edge.

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