Bitten Too by Violet Heart Page B

feet, leaving her in short bloomers, stockings, and her shoes.
    She tipped her head. "I did meet your brother , though briefly." Her gaze slipped.
    You're hiding something.
    "I don't think you look anything like him, other than your coloring."
    His dream-state resumed, releasing her hair from its coif to tumble curls about her shoulders and down her back. Her lips parted slightly and her lids lowered in seductive laziness as her bloomers slid down her long, shapely legs. The stockings followed. Her shoes came off.
    He cleared his throat. I'm losing my mind. I can't blame the punch. I've only had a swallow.
    "Lord Grauwolf? Are you okay?"
    She levitated off her feet, tipped into a supine position midair, and then settled to the grass. Everyone around them disappeared. The sun became a moon. She lifted a hand, beckoning him.
    He gave his head a vigorous shake.
    "Jorge?"
    His name on her lips jerk ed him to awareness . He blinked. "I'm sorry. My journey must've tired me more than I thought."
    She stood before him, her hair up and her gown in place. "Perhaps you'd prefer to go inside? It's warm today."
    The sun felt scorching after the cold of the mountain pass, and the idea of getting her alone appealed to him in a way he could n't resist. "That might be best. Keep me company? I'd like to talk with you."
    He headed for a pair of glass doors at the back of the mansion.
    "Of course." She stayed at his side, a worried frown furrowing her brow. She waved at an older, well turned out couple he took to be her parents. The woman offered a kind smile then returned to her conversation.
    Jorge opened a door and ushered her inside a morning room with a garden view. "Are you familiar with Grauwolf Haus?"
    "Yes. My parents are old friends of Lady Grauwolf. We're here no less than twice a month. I've been visiting since I was a child."
    And you're still human. Interesting. "Then you know where we can talk in private?"
    She took a halting step then stopped. "Private?"
    He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets to fight an almost irresistible urge to touch her. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. Though unmistakabl y human, her fragrance tempted him like no human he'd ever encountered. S weet. Delectable.

 
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Why did she trust him? His brother had made Yasmine nervous. No, Youel had scared her. Jorge shared his brother’s menacing energy, so why had she agreed to come inside with him?
    His slanted, silver eyes stared at her. They contained intelligence and a hint of mischief and cunning. Did he hope to see something in her? Was that why he studied her so intently?
    "I need to hear about what happened to my brother from someone who was here the night he died . Your family enjoys a close friendship with my aunt . S urely you attended th e party. Would you deny me this request?"
    She shook her head. "Of course not. I don't have much to sa y , though. I came to the party but I wasn't there…where he died. I'm told he fell down a long flight of stairs."
    His features went tight. He took her hand and headed toward a doorway.
    Heat from his hand traveled up her arm. Goosebumps sent fine hairs on end. I have no idea where you're taking me. What you intend. I should resist. Why don't I?
    He went into the front hallway, opened a door and found a closet.
    "Wait," she said, her voice shaky. Her heart beat a rapid tattoo against her ribcage.
    He tried the next door and pulled her into the library. He closed the door behind them but didn't let go of her hand.
    She stared at where his skin burned against hers. Something stirred in her. Something she'd felt before, but in a dream…maybe. Yes, a dream. She gasped. Many dreams. Night after night. Oh, God. Are you…?
    She boldly reached up and pulled a tie keeping his black hair bound at the back of his head. His hair fell, straight and sexy, to his shoulders.
    "I know your face," she whispered.
    "You mean Youel's?" He took the cord from her fingers.
    I've been dreaming of you.