His mouth covered mine, stealing not only my argument, but my breath as well. The touch of his amazingly soft lips heated my skin as my blood raced like a thoroughbred through my veins. Holy Moses on a pogo stick! The man could kiss better than every James Bond and Jonny Depp combined. Not that I personally ever experienced a kiss from either of those men, but...hey...I am a woman. I might have imagined it a time or two...or three hundred. Whatever, don't judge me.
I opened my mouth to bite him on his full, pouty, delicious, intoxicating, bottom lip, but instead of chewing on it as if it was a piece of rawhide like I had planned, he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Drat! My knees turned into liquid Jell-O under me and, to my horror, a soft mewling sound escaped as he osculated me clueless.
I should be shoving him away with my hands, but the traitorous limbs they were attached to, rose up on their own accord and slid my hands through his glorious damp hair before looping them around his neck and pulling his mouth harder against mine. The bastards.
Suddenly, I felt one of his hands glide down to the small of my back, just above the curve of my ass and he pulled me even closer to him. His hard length pressed against my belly and I gasped at the feel of it. Warning alarms blared in my head as my conscious ran around in a frenzied panic like that robot from Lost in Space. Danger Will Robinson, danger!
His other hand clasped a handful of my hair at the nape. Gently, he pulled my head back so his evil mouth could run along the curve of my jaw and up to the delicate spot behind my ear.
"Do I feel like your enemy, Melanie?" he whispered, rubbing his nose lightly against the edge of my ear.
Ummm...no. Mmmm...he felt...heavenly. A shudder ran over me like a Mac truck and I could do nothing more but cling to his massive shoulders. My nails digging into his bare skin, leaving behind deep half-moon imprints. I tried to argue. Honestly, I had every intention of giving him a tongue lashing like he had never experienced. Only...yeah...my tongue was busy playing the tonsil tango with his.
I tried to pull my hands away, but they decided it would be a far better idea to tunnel under his shirt. The adulterous appendages skated eagerly down his chest, across his stomach and then dove under his muscle shirt like Jacques Cousteau. The enjoyment of feeling his muscles ripple and tighten under my searching palms totally fizzled out any coherent thought.
Naughty hands. I must stop...I must...stop. But my hands had become possessed with their own agenda and cruised over his abs, feeling each and every individual dip. Good lord, the man was smuggling paint rollers under his skin. I jerked my lips away from his and yanked his shirt up to see what my hands were feeling for myself. Sure enough...the vampire had an eight pack. Did he do crunches in his sleep or something?
"Do you like what you see?" he purred, chuckling at my wide eyed expression.
"Uh-huh," I mumbled before I could stop myself. Wait! "I mean...No!" The exclamation would have been far more believable if I hadn't kept nodding my head instead of shaking it. My eyes remaining glued to his mid-section.
"Would you like to take my shirt off?"
"What?" I reluctantly titled my head up towards his face. My eyes the very last to follow as I tugged them away from his abs.
"My shirt, Red. You can take it off." Fang smirked down at me, cocking that wicked little eyebrow at me.
Finally, my mind managed to break free from the gutter it had been doing the backstroke in and snapped back into focus. Jerking his shirt down, I stumbled back about two or three steps. Rubbing my hands against my jeans as if I could scrub away the tingling feeling on my palms from touching him.
"Keep your shirt on, Fang. Nobody's interested." I sniffed, turning to hide my blush which I knew was burning clearly on my cheeks. Peeking down, I crossed my eyes checking to make sure my nose hadn't suddenly grown twice as large at my fib. Relived to see it was its same perky self, I gathered the bundle of toiletries he'd left out for me.
"Right," he drawled behind me. "That's why you were all over me just a moment ago."
Whipping around, I glared at him. "Listen, snaggletooth." I stomped up to him, jostling my stuff in one hand so I could free the other one up to poke him in the chest. "You were all over me." I poked him hard, right in those unbelievable abs and promptly jammed my finger. Dammit. "And don't do it again," I hissed. "What? Were you born in a barn or something? You can't win an argument by kissing someone into submission." Holding my bathroom supplies in front of me like a shield, I titled my head up and challenged his beaming eyes.
"Want to bet?" He smiled broadly down at me, leaning into my personal space.
His fangs flashing in the light made me shudder as I remembered how they felt being dragged up the side of my neck. I clenched my hand into a fist to keep it from caressing the area his fangs had been.
No, no, no, no, NO!
My whole system went into overload and I felt a need to sit down. Preferably in his lap. I mentally slapped the image out of my mind. I don't care if his eyes glowed, increasing in their brilliance as he started at me, making me all warm, fuzzy and wet. He wasn't to be trusted!
There will be no fraternizing with the enemy, even if he was incredibly dreamy. I straightened up to my full unimpressive height when it came to Hercules over there and scowled at him.
"Bite me!" I snapped, brushing past him to escape into the bathroom.
"I would love to," he rumbled as I strode past, flashing his pearly whites.
My answer to his sexy remark was a slamming of the bathroom door. Hurtling my arm load of stuff on the counter, I put both hands on it and tried to catch my breath as I looked at my reflection. My cheeks were a vivid cherry red and my normally soft green eyes smoldered in an unearthly sheen.
Surprised, I flicked off the lights and scared the ever loving shit out of myself when I realized they were glowing like Fangs. I blinked, then blinked again...hoping it was a figment of my imagination. But...it wasn't. My eyes continued to burn like two C4 Christmas bulbs.
Freaking great. Shaking my head, I flicked the lights back on. It wasn't nearly as creepy with them on. I sat down on the toilet, burying my face in my hands. I suddenly felt as if a bomb had detonated inside me. Everything was a chaotic, burning mangle of uncertainty.
What the hell was I going to do? Fang had a point. I didn't know anything...which normally didn't bother me. I usually figured if I didn't know something...it wasn't worth knowing. But now, that philosophy didn't bode well for me living a long vampy life. Not with those Elder assholes hell bent on hunting me down like Elmer Fudd.
I was no wascally wabbit with a plethora of cool disguises to get me through this. Thanks to Fang blowing up my house, I had a purse, a spoon shovel, a Gremlin and one set of amazing clothes. Besides, I had a feeling, no matter where I ran, they would find me. And if they didn't, then Stoker would. My goose was as good as cooked. Or...er...rabbit was as good as fricasseed.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I got up off the toilet and started pacing around the shockingly large bathroom. I knew I was in trouble when I couldn't keep my own damn analogies straight. Fang was right. Drat! I was way out of my element here. Even with Google at my side, there was a ton of things I didn't know.
I doubted I could take night classes on how to be a vampire 101 down at the community center. Even if I pulled off the ability to keep my vampire side hidden...which let's face it...I'm not exactly the subtle type...there was no way I could out smart both the vampires and Stoker's henchmen. I was good, but not freaking Wonder Woman.
Which means, I was in need of a hero. He's got to be strong. He's got to be fast and he's got to be fresh from the fight. Wait...dang nabbit! That was the stupid song, but...remarkably enough, highly suited for my situation. And there was one superman who swept me off my feet who certainly fit the bill. Fang.
I sighed. He was right, dammit. I really had no choice but to trust the savvy vampire with the abs of implausible size. Oh...this should be fun. I slapped my hand to my forehead as I took another lap around the bathroom. Was I seriously contemplating putting my fate in the hands of man who could turn me into a bonfire of sexual desire with one of his scorching looks?
The slut in me was already throwing the covers off the bed and doing warm-up stretches. I moaned and wrapped my arms around myself. I'm not ashamed of my inner tramp, we all have one. Don't believe me? Check the bottom of your pantie drawer. There's always that one pair of panties...you know the ones...they come out about the same time your inner hussy does.
But, even though I loved her, I didn't need her complicating things. I faced the mirror. I could do this. I was an adult and I, on occasion, even acted like one. I could keep Fang at arm's length. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Okay...no more butt gazing and definitely no more toe curling kisses, I firmly told myself. My inner slut was also a smart ass and she just rolled her eyes and laughed...uproariously. The bitch.
Checking the door, I locked it. The last thing I needed right now was Fang throwing all my newly acquired determination down the drain by barging in like he owned the place. Which, I guess, he technically did, I thought as I frowned at the door. Rolling up a towel, I stuffed it under the small gap at the bottom.
"There," I muttered, standing back to admire my handiwork. Try to ghost past that you pesky poltergeist pinhead.
Deciding the coast was clear, I quickly stripped and turned on the water in the shower. Immediately a powerful stream of hot water rained down. Making my shower in Thumbelina's cottage look like a dribble compared to this. Wowza. Maybe I should sleep with him just for his shower, I giggled as I stepped in letting the scorching water wash away a nights worth of drama.
A shower wasn't going to fix my problems, but it sure did make me feel better. I washed my hair with some fancy schmancy shampoo conditioner combo. The scent reminded me of Fang and I swallowed a load of bubbles. Coughing and sputtering, I hacked up a lung while a luminescent bubble floated out of my nose.
Drat! Can't I escape thoughts of him for five seconds, I groused to myself as I rinsed out the luxurious suds. Obviously, I couldn't. As soon as I closed my eyes under the water, images of him and his solid build, the breadth of his shoulders and the smoldering intent on his handsome face haunted me from behind my eyelids.
Hurriedly, I finished up in the shower and briskly toweled myself off with a vengeance. I don't know who I was mad at more. Me or him. Alright, I admit it...I was attracted to the sexy vampire, but who wouldn't be? That didn't mean I planned on doing anything about it.
Wrapping my hair up in another towel turban style, I started to dig through the bundle of stuff Fang had given me. I pulled out a black, silky pajama top. A man's pajama shirt. Good grief. I brought it to my nose and sniffed...it was his. I groaned. Come on! It was like the Fates were against me.
Glaring at the pile, I carefully pulled out a pair of boxer briefs...black of course. Holding them up, I sighed heavily. At least they weren't leather. This was what had become of my life. Locked in a stranger's bathroom holding up his skivvies.
Suddenly, the whole thing struck me as funny and I melted into a laughing puddle on the floor. Spasms of mirth exploding out of my mouth until my sides cramped and tears ran heedlessly down my face. Yeah...I was hysterical, but you know...it felt good. The best I had felt since waking up as part of the undead community this evening.
What an evening it had turned out to be too. Fangs, cats, gunshots and kisses...all wrapped up in one night straight out of the Twilight Zone. It was one hell of a story to tell my grandkids. If I ever had any. Drat! Another thing to add to the Google list. Can a vampire even have kids? I mean...not that I was in a hurry or anything, but you know...it would be nice to have one or two crumb catchers...eventually.
That thinking sent my head whirling on a hundred other questions. Would my hair grow? Would I need to shave my legs? I straightened out my legs and inspected them. They were still white as freshly fallen snow and sported the same scar I got when I was five from trying to climb to the top of the neighbor's apple tree to rescue my Dark Wing Duck gas gun. The kids from my foster home had thrown it up there after I blasted them a few too many times. But, other than that, there wasn't a stubble to be seen.
Then again, I was one of those fortunate ones whose hair grew ridiculously slow when it came to leg hair and when it did come in, it was light and fine. I really only needed to razor my legs once a week in the summer time and I had already shaved a few days before becoming a vamp.
A soft knock on the door, interrupted my thoughts of if I would ever need to clip my toenails.
"You alright, Red." Fangs muffled voice came through from the other side.
Scrambling to my feet, I wrapped the towel around myself tighter and stared at my startled expression in the mirror. Looking down at the pair of underwear clutched in my hand, I smiled at myself, allowing my fangs to show.
"Yeah, Fang. I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute."
I listened to him walk away. Deciding men's underwear was better than going commando or putting on dirty ones, I slipped them on. They were big, but at least they had little buttons closing the penis escape hatch. Pulling on his shirt, the silky material fell down in a gentle wave over my body and tumbled way past my knees. The sleeves, which were miles too long, I rolled up.
Going back to my stash on the counter, I pulled out a new toothbrush. Okay, so for an enemy, he was very considerate. After a bit of snooping through the drawers, I found a hair brush, some toothpaste and nothing disgusting. Score!
Two minutes later, my hair was somewhat under control, I was dressed and my breath was minty fresh. Ready to tackle Fang with my hundreds of questions, I threw open the door to find him leaning against the opposite wall.
"Time for bed, Red," his sultry tone promising a ticket to paradise.
I slammed the door in his face.