Savannah Past Midnight by Christine Edwards Page B

uttering a word or breaking the contact
between us. As we face each other eye to eye, things turn frantic.
Our tongues lap and devour while our hands roam everywhere in
greedy exploration.
    A rough, sexy sound like a purr rises up from deep in
his chest, so sensual that it causes my fangs to drop. He
immediately notices and pulls back a few inches to stare across at
me.
    He’s breathing hard. In a low, wondering voice, he
says, “Holy shit, your … your eyes. They’re black again, just
like that first night … Jesus, baby, and those
fangs ….”
    Damn it! There is nothing I can do about the natural
change that happens when I’m either highly aroused or seriously
pissed off and ready to draw blood.
    Suddenly shy, I look down. “This is what happens when
I get really worked up. There’s nothing I can do about it. Do I
look ugly to you?”
    “Hell no, nothing about you could ever turn me off.
It’s really fuckin’ intense, that’s all. Not gonna lie, I didn’t
know you, those black eyes would definitely shock the shit outta
me. Open your mouth for me; lemme see those sexy fangs.”
    I open wide and tilt my neck back a bit as he
curiously examines them.
    “Now those are hot.”
    “Oh yeah? How hot?”
    He whispers as if he’s sharing a naughty secret with
me, “ This hot.”
    His mouth claims mine once again and I can’t help but
whimper with pleasure at the power of the connection. His hands are
still wrapped around the back of my thighs as he grasps tighter,
lifting me up into the air, pulling me tight against his strong
body.
    I break the kiss to gasp, “Wait, what are you doing?
Your ribs, Colton!”
    He’s moving quickly. My legs are instinctively
wrapped around his waist and we’re already at the base of the
stairs when he tells me in an all-male, very amused voice, “Hush
up, woman. I’m not that injured. Now hold on and gimme those
lips again.”
    For a human he’s undeniably strong and impossibly
demanding. I happen to be turned on by both traits. Highly.
    I do as I’m told and seductively lick across the seam
of his lips when his eyes flare in hungry interest. Tilting my head
to the side I begin to softly explore his mouth with mine, kissing
him slowly as we make our way up the staircase and then down the
long shadowed hallway leading to his bedroom.
    I’m vaguely aware of him slowly releasing me as I
slide down his body. Our lips are still connected as my heels touch
the floor. His fingers trace across my forehead as he pulls back.
“Damn, I’m a gross wreck, angel. Wanna keep me company while I
shower?”
    I grin . Do I ever.
    “Lead the way.”
    A pleased look flicks across his face as he guides me
through a door in the far corner of the room. Once inside the dark
enclosure, he hits the light, revealing a pristine, pale gray and
white marble bathroom that is first-rate in its construction. He
releases me to turn the dual showerheads to the ‘on’ position as I
admire his work.
    “You kept this from me on the tour, you know.” My
voice sounds different—softer and distinctly nervous.
    How can being alone with a man have this effect on
me? Get yourself together, lady.
    “Yep. I like the thought of constantly surprising
you.”
    “I am surprised, but so far, I’m quite a fan
of your taste and skill. It’s perfect.”
    “No.”
    I tilt my head, “No?”
    He turns around and rests both hands on his hips. His
searing gaze begins at my feet and ever so slowly travels up until
he’s peering down at me through impossibly long lashes. “Perfection
to me isn’t this room or any other, sweetheart, but what’s standin’
right in front of me is .”
    My breath hitches. Never has a man ever made me
feel so adored, so cherished. Especially in such a short period of
time. It’s his honesty and sincerity that are so touching.
    “Colton, I ….”
    He suddenly seems uncomfortable with his verbal
display of affection and turns away again to check the water
temperature. Swiftly changing