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  He shakes his head. “That’s it.”

  “Then…” I yank on the hem of his shirt. “Let’s get this party started.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Asa

  I glance warily at the piercing bright light just feet from my shoes. Reluctantly I grab Lisa’s hands. “Hold on there, hot stuff.”

  A puzzled expression crosses her lovely face. “What’s wrong? Change your mind?”

  Desire burns in my chest. “Nope. Not by a long shot.” I motion with my head toward the nearby sunlight. “Although it is difficult to relax when I’m worried I could go up in smoke any second.”

  Lisa barks out a relieved laugh. “Well, when you put it that way…” She glances around the stark hangar. “This place doesn’t exactly look like a good spot for a romantic tryst.”

  I wiggle my eyebrows. “How about my apartment in the hotel basement?”

  “You’re on!” Lisa grabs my hand and races for the ladder hidden in the back storage room. In a flash we’re running through the tunnels, still holding hands and laughing like teenagers. At one point Lisa has to stop to catch her breath, complaining if she runs the whole way she’ll be too tired to have fun.

  Not willing to risk her exhaustion, I give her the choice of a fireman’s carry over my shoulder or a piggyback ride. I hoped she’d go for the fireman’s carry simply so I could smack her tempting ass every now and then. She climbs onto my back and I swear, the heat from her crotch feels like a scorching brand against my back, spurring me to run faster.

  Within minutes we’re crossing the threshold to my bedroom, and I close the door with one foot. With a flick of a switch the bedside lamp comes on, a low glow in the windowless room. Thankfully the Army made me a neat man and I don’t have any dirty clothes or travel mugs strewn about to embarrass me.

  “Holy cow! What a rush!” Lisa laughs as I lower her to the bamboo flooring. Turning to face her I back her up to the door, pressing my body against hers as I reach to lock the door. This would not be a good time for Eric or Pat to come bursting in for a Sons of Anarchy marathon.

  Her face tilts up to mine, eagerness etching her intense gaze and flushed cheeks. I rest one hand on her waist, circling it lightly behind her to snug the sexy woman flush to my hips, and gently cup her cheek with the other hand, savoring the warmth spilling off her skin. “God, you’re beautiful.”

  “I certainly feel that way when you look at me like that.” Her hands slide up and across my chest, reaching my shoulders to pull me closer.

  We lunge together at once, our lips meeting in the middle. The fresh scent of tundra grasses cling to her clothing, as does the lingering aroma of the inn’s exclusive shower gel on her skin. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, conscious I need to hold back so I don’t scare her with my desperation.

  It’s been months for me. I won’t last long. I’ve been with no one since Emiko—and before her, Joanna. Two very different and not-so-great experiences. One I killed because she was bat shit crazy, and the other, I was a convenient blood snack to save Jon.

  This time I want the woman more than I ever thought possible. I want Lisa beneath me, I want her on top of me, I want her lush body writhing against mine. My fist clenches in the fabric near her waist and my muscles tense with restraint.

  Slow down, man. You have all night.

  I will feel her hot skin slicked with sweat. I will make her call out my name. I pour my longing into the kiss, knowing by her increased heart rate she’s as turned on as I am.

  The kisses we shared before are nothing compared to the passion in our union now. Before I have a chance to reel in my desires, Lisa pulls at my shirt again. We part for a brief instance while she hauls the material over my head and tosses it away.

  Her hands run over my bare skin, the tips of her fingers brushing my hardened nipples. “Hell. You’ve got to work out, right?”

  A shiver runs through me. I’ll be lucky if the first round lasts two minutes.

  I nod, unwilling to speak when I want my mouth back on hers. As I lean toward her to capture her swollen lips, she halts me with the gentle press of one hand. A small push and a flick of her eyes is all it takes for me to understand she wants us on the big bed behind me.

  I smile and walk backward, trailing my hands along her arms to link fingers and tow her with me. A huge grin spreads across her face and she launches at me, wrapping her legs around my waist as the back of my thighs hit the mattress.

  I sit and relish the heat of her pressed to my lap. My hands skim under her shirt and up her back… her skin feels silky soft. I curve my fingers to allow my short nails to drag along her skin.

  A moan escapes the sexy reaper as arches her back and thrusts her full breasts toward me. Needing no more encouragement, I snuggle my face into the vee of her shirt, kissing every inch of exposed skin I can reach.

  “More…” she whispers, tugging her shirt off to reveal a plain tan bra. “Not exactly sexy, but…” Uncertainty clouds her eyes for a moment and I rush to reassure her.

  “You’re sexy no matter what you’re wearing. How can you not see that?” To emphasize my point I release the bra clasp in the back and slide the fabric off. In a flash I pick her up and switch our positions, pinning her to the bed and cupping her breasts. I settle my hips against her mound, pressing my arousal to her heat while I thumb her rock hard nipples.

  Her jean-clad hips rise off the bed and grind the seam of my zipper into my erection. “It’s times like this I see the benefit of wearing a skirt.”

  Without speaking I stand and wrench my jeans off as fast as I can. I step out of them wearing only my boxers, my blatant eagerness poking out the top band. She sucks in a breath while staring at my crotch. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

  I reach for her waistband and she smiles, straightening her legs to help me remove her pants. After a zip and a few tugs she lies before me in only her skull-covered bikini underwear. I run one hand over the soft cotton, eager to get to the heat they hide.

  At my smile she says, “They were a gift from Vella… my best friend.”

  “They’re cute.”

  She groans. “Cute? Did you just call me cute? Isn’t that like the kiss of death when it comes to passion?”

  Desire languidly pours through my limbs, enticing every fiber and nerve ending it touches. I need a light-hearted entanglement after the hell my life has been the past two years. I’d tell her she was more than cute, that’s she’s perfect, if I thought she’d believe me. I settle for simple actions to express my feelings. I grasp the material at each hip and slowly pull it down her thighs. “Not a passion killer for me. I like cute.”

  I reach for her and she scoots away, further up the bed. I kneel on the mattress and crawl toward her, happy with wherever this delicious woman wants me. I circle one warm ankle and trail my touch up her calf. “You’ve got an incredible body.”

  “Me?” she squeaks. “You’re just saying that because you’re about to…”

  “Make love to you all night?” I shake my head. “That may be true, but that’s not why I said it.” I clasp her thighs and pry them apart, lowering my chest between her legs. “You’re a woman, with a woman’s curves. If I wanted a damn skinny teenie-bopper something would be wrong with me.” I lean down and plant a kiss on her rounded stomach. “And there’s nothing wrong with me.”

  Lisa digs her heels into my back. “Uh-uh, mister. Get up here.”

  I continue with my downward trek, brushing my fingers across the soft curls of her mound. “You mean down, don’t you?”

  She nudges me with her heels again. “Nope. I meant what I said. It’s your turn. You already set me up in the storage room.”

  I open my mouth and bite near her belly button, drawing a stinging hiss of pleasure from her lips. “Darlin’, I plan to do a lot more than that to you tonight.”

  She grabs my shoulders. “Asa! Listen to me. I don’t doubt we’ll have fun all night. But dammit, I want you in me right now. You have
no idea how long it’s been. Let’s just say it’s been a long time and I don’t want to wait anymore.” There’s a playful challenge in her eye. “Are you telling me no?”

  She’s incredible. I think I’ve met my match.

  “No, ma’am,” I say, while rising to meet my lover’s demands.

  Her talented toes latch onto my underwear and she scoots the fabric down my hips while I laugh in surprise. “That’s an interesting talent you’ve got there.”

  She grabs my hips and pulls me close, nestling me up against her wet entrance. “You have no idea.”

  One hot hand wraps my length, guiding me exactly where I need to go. Gratitude washes through me at her readiness. Is there anything sexier than a partner who wants you as much as you want them? I stare into her blue eyes as I thrust forward slowly, unsure how fast she’ll want me to take her and unwilling to hurt her tender flesh in my haste.

  “Oh… yes… that’s it,” she whispers before leaning in to kiss my neck. Delicate teeth nip the taut skin, causing my hips to jerk in surprise. “You like it when I bite, do you?”

  She presses her hot mouth to me again and bites harder, pulling a groan from my lips and a spasm from my hips. Before I know it I’m seated to the hilt and my arms shake with the strain to hold back.

  “I want you, Lisa. I want you bad.”

  “You’ve got me, baby.” One hand snakes behind my head and pulls me close. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”

  Her arousing words spur me on and I follow her desires. I pull out and slam back in, relishing the feel of her clasping walls around my shaft. Over and over I thrust into her welcoming heat, those tiny heels digging into my ass begging me for more.

  “I…” I pant, gritting my teeth against my inevitable orgasm and my overwhelming urge to bite her, “I’m not going to last long…”

  “We have all night.”

  My fangs descend and I turn away, shame and uncertainty racing through me. My voice comes out a harsh whisper near her ear, “I want to bite you.”

  She shivers, the excited tremor cascading down through her pussy. “Do it.”

  I nuzzle her neck, her short blond hair tickling my forehead. Desire rides me high, urging me to plunge into her flesh with my fangs, just like my cock is doing with her body.

  Not wanting to hurt or scare her, I kiss her heated flesh, running one sharp fang along her skin. Lisa arches toward me, pressing herself harder against my mouth, eager for my forbidden kiss. Her hips meet my every thrust, matching me stroke for stroke with her own growing passion.

  “Please, Asa…. Bite me.”

  Her soft plea pushes me over the edge and I lightly sink my teeth into her flesh. The second the tangy taste of her blood washes over my tongue I reach my peak, thrusting harder and deeper into the inviting heat between her legs.

  My orgasm starts to jet as I pull on the shallow wound, drawing a small mouthful of blood from my lover. A scream of ecstasy rips from her lungs as her slick interior walls spasm around me. On and on my orgasm lasts, drawn out longer by the slow sipping of her blood.

  Unwilling to take more than a mouthful from her, I draw back and lick the tiny wounds, sealing them instantly. I continue to pump my hips in and out, hoping to extend her release as long as possible.

  After a moment she quiets, her body relaxing beneath me.

  “Freakin’ hell,” she says between gasping breaths. “That was incredible.”

  I brace my weight on my elbows and mumble my agreement, kissing her neck in gratitude. What a gift this woman has given me. An intimate encounter with no pain, with no hidden agenda, just a simple joy of feeling between two people.

  Lisa turns her face toward me and I feel her smiling against my shoulder. “When can we do it again?”

  I circle my hips in answer; my length and girth not diminished one iota. “I may be undead, but I require no recovery time.”

  Lisa laughs and pulls my face to hers in a loud smacking kiss. “Damn, Asa. You’re just what I need.” She rolls me over and climbs on top. “My turn to burn some calories.”

  I reach up and grab her breasts. “You ever need a work out partner just call.”

  She swats me playfully and starts to move. “Have I told you how nice Anchorage is?”

  I thrust up with my hips, driving the blond beauty off the bed a few extra inches. “No, do tell.”

  Epilogue

  The trip to the V V Inn has been successful in more ways than one. Oddly, I’ll miss the place, mainly because of Asa. On the other hand I can’t wait to get home and back to a normal life. I might be a grim reaper with all that entails, but there is a whole world I never knew existed. I can only imagine what else is out there.

  I glance at Jon. He agreed to drive me to the airport. Though I hadn’t had much contact with him, I think he’s happy to see me go. “So, a werewolf, eh?”

  He smirks. “Yeah.”

  “Interesting.” Looking back at the road I sift through the questions I want to ask. The ride is short so I have limited time. Plus, I’m not sure how receptive he’ll be to my probing. “Is that full moon thing a myth?”

  His eyes cut to me. “No, the urge to turn is just stronger.” He looks back to the road. Okay, not a big talker. “That whole scythe thing—is that a myth?”

  I shrug. “Heck if I know. I don’t have one but there’s a lot about being a reaper I haven’t learned yet.”

  We ride the rest of the way in silence. Asa said he’d meet me in the hangar. Some of my memories about the past few days are fuzzy. I can’t help but wonder if he’s done something to erase knowledge I’m not supposed to have. The idea doesn’t make me angry. Actually the opposite. It’s probably better I don’t remember. That saying I can tell you, but I’d have to kill you comes to mind. Yeah, ignorance is bliss.

  The SUV stops outside the hangar and I see Asa waiting in the shadows. My heart gives a little leap. Damn he’s sexy. Being with him has done more for my self-esteem than a whole library of self-help books could have.

  After unloading my bag Jon turns to me. “Thanks. I was skeptical but…thanks.”

  I stick out my hand. “You’re welcome.” He hesitates to take it. “I promise I won’t reap you.”

  He smiles and gives my hand a shake. Then he gets back into the vehicle and drives away. A man I’ve not seen before takes my bag.

  “Whenever you’re ready, Mrs. Carron.”

  “Thank you.” I scan the area but the small plane I arrived in isn’t there. Only the jet. “Are we taking that?”

  “Yes, ma’am. I’ll wait on board for you.”

  Wow, it’s my lucky day. I could get used to perks like this. I head into the hangar and stop when I reach Asa. “Did you arrange for the jet?”

  He hooks his finger inside the neck of my shirt and pulls me to him. “You deserve a sweet ride home after what you’ve been through.”

  “You sure know the way to a girl’s heart.” Wrapping my arms around him I tilt my face toward his. “I think I’m going to miss you a little.”

  His mouth descends to mine. The kiss is slow and hot. If there wasn’t a pilot waiting for me I might be inclined to give him a proper goodbye. However, we did do that several times the night before—and this morning.

  After a blissful minute he breaks our kiss. “I think I’m going to miss you a lot.”

  “You can always come to visit.” I run one hand down his chest. “Spend some time with my kids.”

  “I’d like that.” He leans in and nuzzles my neck. “Maybe we could meet in Fairbanks sometime.”

  I tilt my head, giving him access. Jeez, I’ve turned into such a vampire whore. “Maybe I’ll just do that.”

  We kiss again and I pour all my sexy into it. It might be a while until I see Asa again. I don’t want him to forget about me. In an effort to get closer, I grind my body against him. Instantly he responds, his erection pressing against me. Yeah, I’m going to miss that.

  When he draws back his eyes search my face. “Thank you�
��for everything.”

  The moment is getting too emotional. I have to leave and he has to stay. There’s no getting around it. We come from two different worlds. They might be supernatural worlds but at this point they’re better kept apart. “Thank you—” I gyrate against him again. “For everything.”

  A moan of desire escapes him. He cups my rear end and pulls me tighter. One more kiss and then I step away. “You know you can always call me.” I heft my bag over my shoulder. “I’m not opposed to a little long distance dirty talk.”

  “How about dirty texting?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

  “Maybe, but typing ‘moan’ one handed isn’t as good as hearing it.”

  “You’ve got a point.”

  I reach into my pocket and pull out the gold coin he gave me. “You sure Vivian won’t miss this?”

  “I’m sure.” He hooks his thumbs in his belt loops. “Wouldn’t matter anyway. Call me if you need more. I want you to stay safe.”

  “You’re the best.” I flip the coin in the air and catch it. “Okay. Until next time, vampire.”

  “Until next time, reaper.”

  Before I change my mind and throw myself at Asa again, I pivot and head into the sunlight. I don’t look back but focus on getting home to my kids. The coin is warm in my palm. Even if I do encounter another supernatural ghost I won’t be using this coin. It’s part of my time here with him—and I wouldn’t give that up for all the pirate booty in the world.

  About the Authors

  Boone Brux is a multi-published author with stories that range from her bestselling paranormal romance, Suddenly Beautiful, to her medieval Bringer and the Bane series. As frequently featured author and speaker at conventions, Boone loves connecting with readers. Settled in the icy regions of Alaska with the love of her life and twin daughters, it's not uncommon to find Boone tapping away on her iPad on a windy beach or the barren tundra.