Dark Needs at Night's Edge by Kresley Cole Page A

washed from his skin in thick, grimy rivulets, a handsome visage surfaced.
    No, not merely handsome, more like extraordinary .
    She’d known he had pleasing features but hadn’t been able to look past the unnatural eyes and dirt to truly appreciate his firm lips and wide, masculine jaw, or how his nose was aristocratic and strong.
    Punch-drunk. That’s how she felt about seeing his clean face and unclothed body as a whole. She’d heard women talk about encountering a man so devastatingly gorgeous they’d felt breathless, dizzy. Now she understood.
    It dawned on her that though she’d spied on men before, never had any male as sexually attractive as this graced her shower stall.
    When he began to rub the soap over his chest and under his arms, the slick muscles in his torso bulged in a breathtaking display. It’d take her weeks to learn just those muscles alone—how they flexed, how his body could move….
    The soap went lower.
    She swallowed.
    Lower still…
    She didn’t think she breathed when he lathered between his legs with his big, scarred hands, washing his long shaft and the flesh hanging behind it without interest, while she was dumbstruck.
    Am I shaking? For eight decades, she’d never yearned to touch anything as much as his body. Even though she knew she couldn’t feel him, it was everything she could do not to reach forward.
    His hands abruptly stilled at his privates, and his handsome face flushed. His gaze landed directly on her, before skittering away. He acted the way a reserved, inexperienced man would when he’d realized he was washing himself in front of an audience of one.
    Her eyes went wide. He damn well can see me. She frowned. Then that means I’m being…ignored.
    â€œVampire, look at me. Please talk to me.”
    But he gave no reaction. The one man on earth she could communicate with wouldn’t talk to her.
    Which meant…
    â€œDo you think I’m pretty, Conrad? Beautiful, even? After all, you can see me, can’t you? And I know you can hear me, too. Now I’m going to prove it. You dare throw down that gauntlet to a woman who entertained for a living? You can’t simply shut me out.”
    Few knew there was a second reason that Néomi had chosen her dream of ballet over following in her maman ’s footsteps, tempting crowds of men as a femme fatale: Turning males into frothing, gawking, mindless beasts had been too… easy .
    With merely a throaty laugh and a dab of her tongue at her bottom lip, Néomi could send a man diving for his hat—to cover his stirring lap.
    Too easy. And Néomi had always craved a challenge.
    With a wicked grin, she decided it was time to draw on her shady background, time to put away the popguns and engage the cannons. And Néomi had a hidden arsenal he couldn’t even comprehend.

10
    P erhaps I haven’t been stimulating enough for you, vampire?” Néomi made her voice a breathy murmur. “And didn’t I promise that I’d show you more than a garter if you could only see me?”
    She tugged her skirt up slowly, making the fabric appear to bunch in her hands. “I have a bit of experience with what men like to… be shown .”
    When she’d bared the tops of her thigh-high hose, she asked, “Still not stimulating enough? Maybe Conrad wants to see my panties instead?” Just before she revealed them, she floated into the corner, the one that was farthest from his vision. He’d have to turn fully to see her there.
    â€œThe line…the line…” he muttered urgently.
    He must be talking about some line with her that shouldn’t be crossed. “Yes, Conrad, the line! Let’s cross it! Or am I going to have to up the ante? Very well,” she sighed. “You drive a hard, hard bargain. But I feel overdressed anyway, and since you’re so deliciously naked…” His body shot upright with tension,