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

muscles bunching in his neck and shoulders. “Here I am, in the corner, unlacing my dress.” She made her voice drip with sensuality and her dress rustle as she removed it. “I’m doing it slowly for my vampire. Oh…so…slowly. ”
    Did he just growl?
    She moved forward to dangle her dress in his line of vision. Like a lure for an animal, she eased it back toward the corner.
    He gave a groan as if defeated and turned. His jaw slackened.
    She stood with her back to him, peering over her shoulder, wearing only her garter belt, hose, and her tight black panties. “I knew it, vampire,” she said with delight.
    His riveted gaze lingered over her face, descending to her back, her ass, and her legs, then slowly back up again. His voice broke when he rasped, “Turn around for me.” Had his accent ever sounded so heavy?
    He was talking to her, the first person to address her in eight decades. She was trembling with happiness and gratitude, elated by the interaction—and helpless not to be excited by his heated looks. She faced him with her arms crossed over her breasts, not shyly, but provocatively.
    He ran a palm over his mouth. “Y-your arms now.”
    Standing against the wall, she removed one arm, then the other, raising them above her, appearing to rest them against the wall. With his gaze locked on her breasts, he clenched and unclenched his hands as if he was imagining squeezing them. She felt a thrill when he subtly rubbed his tongue over a fang, those red eyes smoldering like embers.
    â€œDid you think I was bluffing?”
    Never glancing up, he gave her a sharp nod, as if he didn’t trust himself to speak.
    â€œI never bluff. If it took baring my body to prove you can see me, then look your fill, Conrad.” When he finally raised his eyes to meet hers, she tilted her head and cast him a flirtatious smile. “But why have you ignored me?”
    He said, “Because you’re not…you weren’t real,” then winced as if he found his comment idiotic.
    He’d thought she was a hallucination! Poor vampire! He hadn’t ignored her for any reason other than the need for self-preservation. “Do you want me to be real?” Drifting away from the wall, she sauntered toward him, her eyes holding his. He didn’t seem to realize that he was easing toward her, leaving the spray of the water. “I’m Néomi,” she purred.
    â€œ Néomi, ” he repeated absently. “Does nothing abash you?”
    She shook her head, and her hair bounced over her shoulders and lower. When the locks swayed across her nipples, his gaze dipped once more. “And it’s difficult for me to regret undressing when my vampire’s giving me a look that makes my toes curl.”
    He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple working. “I make your toes curl?”
    She nodded. “Would you like me to come in with you?”
    His brows drew together. “Why would you want to?”
    She told him honestly, “Because right now you are my favorite man in the entire world.”

    A half-naked ghost with high, plump breasts wants to get into the shower with him.
    And he has no idea how to go about processing this. He starts sweating, his teeth grinding. He has no experience like this to draw from.
    He was born and raised in a conservative culture. As an adult, he’s never been wholly unclothed in front of a woman, certainly has never washed himself in front of one.
    Yet this female is standing before him, clad in only her hose, garters, and a pair of wicked panties. They’re black and lined with a tight band of jet lace that cuts up across the generous curves of her ass. Her breasts are proudly bared.
    She’s acting as natural as if he and she were wed. I don’t even know her last name .
    Unable to help himself, he rakes another hungry gaze over her body. She’s surprisingly defined, her legs taut and strong. The lines