Page 31 of Blood Sugar

Ninety minutes later, I placed the last mixing bowl in the sink and muttered a cleaning spell. Beside me, Sadie watched with wide eyes as the batter disappeared.

“It’ll need a rinse in the morning, but for tonight, we are done with baking,” I said, my voice dropping as I turned to my beautiful vampire.

She grinned at me mischievously, those magenta eyes sparkling. “So what do we do now?”

Chapter 9

Pumpkin Spice

Sadie

Rowen’s hands were all over me as I jogged up the stairs to his apartment. They ran over my back and hips, squeezing my waist and skimming over my ass.

I shoved the door open and we tumbled into his living room. The familiar scent of him surrounded me, making my blood heat.

The door clicked shut and his hold on my waist tightened, dragging me back against him. We turned and he spun me in his arms, pushing my back against the door. The sudden movement made me gasp as his body pressed against mine.

For a moment we stayed like that, my back to the door, his bigger body hemming me in. My gaze traveled up his chest, over the lines of his neck, the edge of his jaw.

Rowen’s warm brown eyes darkened into a shadowed walnut as his gaze fixed on my mouth. I couldn’t get a full, deep breath, and the ragged rise and fall of my chest drew his attention lower. Slowly, Rowen licked his lips.

At that moment, I was so grateful I’d worn this dress—Rowen looked like he wanted to devour me, like he was the vampire instead of me.

My fangs ached and my skin tingled under his hungry appraisal. The air thickened with the charged feeling of magic.

His hand slid down my thigh and lower to the hem of my swing dress. When he paused, I had to bite back a whining groan. Enough noise escaped my teeth that his lips quirked into the smallest, devious grin.

“Rowen,” I pleaded.

“Sadie?” he asked, sounding far too cool and collected.

I was absolutely feral for this man. His self-control was pristine, and I wanted to tackle him and rip off his clothes like some sort of crazed succubus.

“Please.” My voice failed and the word was a hoarse whisper. My hands flexed against his chest, twisting the cotton of his shirt between my fingers.

“You’re so polite,” he purred, his fingertips sweeping just under the hem of my dress. That simple touch sent an intense wave of desire radiating out until I shivered with it.

“Rowen, if you don’t kiss me again, I’m going to bite you.”

How was that for polite?

He let out a soft, breathless laugh. “That’s not a very effective threat. You know how much I enjoy it.”

His hand pushed higher, his fingers and thumb gripping the side of my thigh tightly. My lashes fluttered, and I fought to keep my eyes on him.

“Rowen!” My voice broke.

His smile was sly. “You’ve been driving me crazy since the moment I saw you at that bar. I’m returning the favor.”

“You are insufferable,” I growled. “Literally the worst. I’ll find some way to pay you back for this.”

I tried to sound threatening, but the whine to my voice undercut my words. My fang pressed into my lip hard enough to pierce the skin, and a drop of blood welled up.

“Hey,” Rowen murmured, his teasing cockiness falling away. He reached up and wiped the blood away, his brows furrowing.

“Don’t worry about it, it happens,” I said softly, swiping my tongue over my lip to heal the tiny puncture.

Rowen held his thumb up, looking at my blood, like he wasn’t sure what to do with it.