Page 50 of Blood Sugar

I could listen to him all day when he made sounds like that. Canting my hips forward, I savored the feel of him. His hands tightened at my waist.

Gently, I scraped my fangs down the length of his neck, earning another moan, this one a desperate plea of my name.

Finding the perfect spot, I sank my fangs in, leaving them in his neck so he’d feel good. His breathing stuttered and his hips flexed against mine.

“Sadie, baby…fuck, I need you.”

He was a mess, his hands massaging my stomach and moving to my ass, hauling me against him tighter. Worried my teeth would tear at his skin as we moved, I pulled them free and closed my mouth over the bite, letting his blood flow.

Sweet blood, sparkling with magic, poured over my tongue, and I drank it down greedily. No one else tasted like Rowen.

I didn’t think I could ever bring myself to give him up. He was too thoughtful, too kind, too clever. And there was my answer: I wanted him, not just as a hookup, but in my life as my partner and my lover. It really was that simple.

Sucking at the punctures, I drew out more of his blood, letting it fill me with his power and magic. Already, the stinging in my skin was subsiding and energy was seeping into my muscles.

Pressing my tongue to the punctures, I sealed them, greedy to start kissing him. I wanted everything with this witch.

I slammed my lips against his, desperate for him. He kissed me back, letting me slip my tongue into his mouth, but his hands squeezed my hips twice in a silent request.

Panting, I pulled back.

“What?”

His brows pinched together. “You’re healing, and I think we’re getting carried away.”

“I feel so much better, and I want you,” I whined. “I need you.”

“Sadie,” he said, his voice strained. “Give it a day. I’m scared I’ll hurt you or make something worse.”

A very inhuman growl rumbled from my chest, and his eyebrows shot up. “Fine.”

“I’ll make it worth it tomorrow,” he promised, kissing the tip of my nose lightly.

“You’d better. You haven’t even fucked me yet,” I snapped, color rushing to my cheeks as I realized what I’d said.

It was Rowen’s turn to blush, a soft warmth coloring his cheekbones. “If that’s what you want, I’m happy to oblige.”

Rolling onto my back, I scowled at the ceiling. “I still don’t like that you’re making me wait.”

“The things I want to do to you…” he murmured. “You won’t remember your own name.”

A shiver worked its way down my spine. “Promise?”

He gave a breathless laugh. “I’m up to the task.”

Throwing my wrist over my eyes, I fought a grin. The audacity of this man was incredible, and I hated that I found it so sexy. But was it audacity if he could deliver?

Heat spiked in my belly and between my legs as my anticipation built. Sighing, I tried to think about anything else but the man climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of sweatpants. If he was making me wait until tomorrow night, I needed to calm down.

Rowen disappeared, and after a while, I couldn’t handle laying there doing nothing and went searching for something to wear.

His shirt hung off me, past my panties. Lifting the fabric, I took a deep inhale of his caramel scent. This man was addictive.

I found him in the kitchen. A door was open that I had assumed was a closet, but actually held a washer and dryer. My suitcase was open on the dryer, and he was checking the label of each item before stuffing it into the washer.

“Are you doing my laundry?” I asked with a disbelieving laugh.

Scrunching up his cheeks, he looked at me. “Is that okay?”