Helaine
“Evan,” I whimpered against his lips, but he only kissed me again, holding me tight against him.
His teeth scraped across my bottom lip, and I could feel his fangs, darkly sensual as he bit me ever so gently, careful not to draw blood.
Not yet.
Once the blood was flowing, it would become an exercise of restraint for Evan, and we both knew that wouldn’t be wise in public. Somehow, that lurking danger only made it all the sweeter.
I loved it. My whole body—my whole being cried out for more.
But I couldn’t shake the lingering fear that someone would see us, as out in the open as we were.
What would my friends think?
Del and Roman didn’t seem too fazed by the way Evan put his arm around me back under the bridge, but there’s a pretty big difference between some harmless flirting
