I scraped my fangs up his inner arm, making Conner gasp. He nearly dropped me when I followed the path with my tongue, licking up the beaded blood trail I’d left behind.
“A-Adrian?” Conner stammered. I hummed against the crook of his arm and he groaned. “Can I take this to mean you’re feeling better?” Conner gritted out.
“Mm-hmm.” I answered, kissing my way up his bicep, following a delicious vein, right to his neck. Well, if his shirt wasn’t in the way. Conner had himself out of it faster than I could blink though.
“Need you.” He growled against my lips. Shocked, I released a startled laugh, but kissed him deeply as he fumbled his way out of his pants, then scrabbled at my clothing as well. We had to break our kiss to get the tee off over my head, but at least the sweats were easier to
