Page 65 of Don't Bite the Botanist
And so did Tressa, who was looking at him like she wanted to eat him alive.
He ran a hand over his neck, lingering on the puckered flesh. While he no longer needed his glasses since his eyesight was sharper than humanly possible, the reminder of his attack was still carved into his body, sparking that flash of unease in the pit of his stomach. So much for vamp powers healingeverything.
“I’m not quite sure yet,” he told her. “About the biting.”
Tressa pressed a kiss to his scar, lightly dragging her tongue over the damaged skin. “I will never bite you, Ethan. Not unless you ask. I promise.”
He stared into her eyes and saw only honesty in them. Honesty and something else. Something deep and reassuring. Something he wanted to explore.
Later. When his cock wasn’t about to explode in his pants.
“I trust you,” he said to Tressa as he tossed her on the bed, appreciating the way her tits bounced when she landed. He took a step toward her, then flinched when he found himself leaning over her face.
“Oh shit,” he said, glancing back to where he’d been across the room.
“You’re faster now,” Tressa explained. “And stronger.”
He bent down and kissed her. “This is incredible,” he breathed out. “Fuck, the things I’m going to do you.”
Tressa laughed, but before Ethan could say another word, he found himself flipped on his back with Tressa straddling him. “You’re forgetting one thing, Doc. As fast and strong as you are”—she brushed her lips over his ear, her voice turning low and sultry—“I’ll always be faster and stronger.”
Ethan laughed, but it quickly turned into a moan when she wiggled on his dick.
“Fuck, Tressa. In that case, ride me like a vampire.”
Giving him a wicked smile, she grabbed Ethan’s shirt and ripped it open. “I thought you’d never ask.”
When she reached for his pants, Ethan stopped her. “These are actually ones I borrowed from Saiden.”
She rolled her eyes. “Like he’ll miss one out of the thousand pairs of basic black joggers he owns, but fine.” She crawled backward to the foot of the bed, dragging his pants and boxers with her.
His cock sprang free, the hard length slapping against his stomach as he stared down at the goddess looking up at him. She was even more beautiful with his vampiric sight, her inner light shining through and practically making her skin glow. He could see all the unique colors swirling in her eyes. They weren’t simply brown. They were a thousand different hues of amber and gold blending into a rich shade of chestnut with white and tan specks scattered around the outeredges.
They were incredible.
She was incredible.
And she washis.
“Strip,” he ordered her. “I don’t want to see anything but you right now.”
She grinned and slowly pushed her skirt off her hips before tugging her stained, ripped tank top over her head.
His whole body tightened at the sight of her back arching, those deliciously full breasts straining for release. She locked eyes with him as her fingers teased down the shoulder straps and across the lace edges of her flower print bra. He couldn’t decide where to look, his eyes darting back and forth between her sinfully smoldering gaze and the promised treasure hidden in a field of daisies.
In a swift, decisive motion, Tressa unhooked the front clasp and pulled the cups apart, her exquisite breasts finally bouncing free. Ethan’s entire body twitched, and his cock bucked into the air as if dancing in approval.
A ragged, near feral moan bubbled up from his chest. “Damn, Tressa, you’re going to kill me.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’re already dead,” she said, before giggling and adding, “sort of.”
She slipped her panties off and stood in front of him, gloriously, perfectly naked.
And wet.
Fuck, he couldsmellher arousal. He could actually scent the sweet liquid between her legs, and when he palmed his cock and rubbed it a few times, the aroma only grew stronger.
“Get over here,” he growled, and she smiled before slowly crawling back up his body, grazing her nails firmly along the inside of his thighsas she did.
