Daylight - Book 1 (No Death for the Wicked) by Karli Rush

Just give him a few hours to sleep it off and he'll be telling someone else what to do. I plod my most inelegant heels outside, elbowing anyone who gets in my way. Just as I bust through the main entrance, that same vamp showcases by, sliding a silver case of cigarettes inside his silk lined jacket.
    “Hey, do you have a spare?” I don't wait for any other reaction as he slips one out and offers it to me. Smoke in hand, I roll it between my fingertips while I rush down the steps. Metaphorically, I have two twin devils sitting on my shoulders, chastising the hell out me right now. Is this what you signed up for, men to belittle you? The other Tempter dictates, What the hell, you're a vampire, you should parade right back in there and...
    A flicker of light from a shiny expensive Dupont lighter wavers in front of my face and I look up and meet Graham's haunting cobalt blue eyes.
    “Enjoy your meal?” His fingers brush the corner of my mouth.
    My breath hitches, my knees lock up, and if I had a damn beating heart it would go into cardiac arrest. He's in a pristine black suit, no tie, and the first two buttons are unfastened. A tendril of dark wavy hair drifts down ward over his brow as he gloats at me. I'm off-kilter seeing him here. I lean in and light the cigarette. Taking in a long much needed drag.
    “Yeah the meal was great, but the company sucked.”  That earns me a low chuckle from him. I raise my cigarette up and watch as the white ringlets of smoke float upward. I eye him.
    “So, are you waiting on this to kill me?  If so, I think that memo has circulated the office already. We both know that it's going to take a lot more to take my life.”
    “You look too good to be at Death's door, Mattie.” His subtle scan over my body literally makes me quiver in all the right places. I swallow hard. Graham's unadulterated presence has always made me antsy, mantled with a touch of fear, and not the kind of fear that he's Death, but afraid of how he can make me feel.
    “So, by your reaction I take it you're not enjoying tonight?”
    I shrug, smashing the cigarette out. “Let's just say I've been to better social functions. Hell, yours tops this one.”
    “Well then, if I was the life of that party, let me show you how it's done.”
    We enter the main foyer and Graham cruises by a bench, picks up a mask, and adds it to his dark and mysterious appearance. Every man and woman, vamp or human will be wooing over him the moment we step foot into the room. 
    He leads us smack dab to the center. It's so jam-packed I wonder how the hell anyone can move, let alone dance. He quickly positions a firm hand on my mid-back and the other, clasps my hand. A heavy drumming billows out and the entire atmosphere becomes sensual. He moves lithely and my steps mimic his gracefully. He spins me and I twirl. He plunges me back and while I rise up, his hand smoothly coasts along my leg lifting my dress. Our bodies gesture a flirtatious dance and the music is arousing and tormenting all at the same time.
    The traces of his fingers linger over the lacy material, and then stray down. In one process he uses his thumb and forefinger to dismiss the tiny sliver of fabric. My eyes widen, my mouth goes insanely dry and I'm not sure what turns me on more, Graham touching me or getting off with a mob of others surrounding us. 
    The overall sensation has me wet . He inserts a finger inside as his thumb rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves. My eyes scantly look at him as I glance around the room. He embraces me closer, shielding the rhythmic motion of his hand. He sweeps the pad of his thumb side to side, faster. Slowing down, he changes his caress, circling and rubbing harder. I attempt to swallow but the effects of my current state have my mouth aching with thirst. Fully aroused my senses absorb anything and everything. The beating of the drums begins to echo inside my head like a thousand pulses tempting me beyond my control.
    The tips of my fangs