"Kim …"A slow blush traveled up his neck to his cheeks. "I know that it sounds really kinky, but I liked it when it hurt."
"Oh," I said quickly—maybe too quickly. "Um, do you want me to … hurt you more?"
He glanced up to the ceiling after an uncomfortably long pause. "Julie's awake."
"She's not crying," I said, not letting him off the hook so easily.
"I should put her back to sleep before she's fully awake." Paul kissed my nose. "We can … talk about this later." He seemed uncomfortable about this.
I wasn't too comfortable myself.
I've done plenty of outrageous and unconventional deeds as a vampire from hopping from one lover to another to questionable actions with my donors that might be considered borderline lesbian. So I'm not judgmental. His nervousness, however, gave me pause.
