Eve couldn't stop the little whimper at Vincent's words. Desire rocked her to the core. She wanted to please him. The very thought left her shaking.
"You want that don't you?" he rumbled. "You want to please me."
How did he know? She nodded, licking her lips. "Yes."
His body stiffened, his fangs flashing. "Good girl." He took off her glasses, setting them aside. "Touch me."
She hesitated, lust pooling between her thighs. It was frightening, his effect on her.
"Touch me," he commanded thickly.
Her hands shot forward in a flash, pressing against his chest. He felt so good.
"More."
She ran her hands over the hard planes and ridges, marveling at his strength. Stepping closer she stroked down over his abs and navel, tracing a scar she found there.
Vincent sucked in a breath as he watch
