Page 42 of Midnight Kiss

The tiled space held a toilet, basin, and shower with a glass sliding door. I opened it and switched it on, running the water warm rather than hot.

“Alex?” She leaned against the wall, still shivering from fever even though I had hopefully cleared her mind of whatever spell had been put on it.

“Come,” I said, holding a hand out.

She took it, and I drew her into my arms, holding her tight to my chest. Gently, I swept the auburn hair back from her face and cupped it in my hands. “I am going to help you clean up,” I said. “Is that fine with you?”

Emily wet her lips again. “Y-Yes.”

“Good.” It came out gruffer than I had intended it to, but she didn’t flinch away.

This would be difficult for me but necessary for her.

I reached between us and grasped the hem of her sweater. “Lift your arms above your head.”

She did as I’d commanded, and I stripped the sweater upward, finding her naked underneath. Her breasts were tipped with perfect pink nipples that puckered against the sudden cold. I dropped the sweater onto the floor and held her by the hips, my thumbs pressing into her pale skin.

This was torture. She was stunning, curvy in the right places, her body responding to my touch.

“Alex,” she whispered, lust in her voice.

No. Don’t do this. It will only complicate things.

And I wasn’t sure I could fuck her without biting her as well. Her throat worked, and the light scent of her desire drifted from her skin.

“Hold still,” I said, gruffly. “Grab the towel rack if you need to stay upright. Or my shoulders.”

And then I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her comfortable pants and stripped them down. Naked underneath that too, as if she hadn’t had the will to put on underwear.

I swore under my breath.

“What’s wrong?” Emily asked.

“Nothing.” Everything was right about her. The slight dip at her hips, the softness of her skin, the smell of her sex as she grew aroused for me. I brushed my fingers over her calves up to her milky thighs then stopped myself.

“Into the shower.” I helped her get inside, and she slumped against the wall.

I stripped off my coat, keeping my buttoned shirt and pants on, even though they did nothing to hide my arousal, and got into the shower with her.

“What are you doing? You’ll get your clothes wet!” Emily murmured.

Even when she was sick, on the verge of passing out, her main concern was for my clothing.

“That is the last thing you should be worried about,” I said, and helped her stand upright.

I washed her hair first, then moved down toward her body, lathering the soap of her skin, taking extra care over her breasts.

Emily gasped and moaned, and the scent of her became unbearable. My fangs lengthened in my mouth, so I kept it shut, breathing through my nostrils, though it did little to help calm me down. “Alex, you don’t have to do this.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

I brought myself to my knees in front of her, gently tapping her thighs apart, I washed them gently, then moved my hand up to her sex.

She moaned and trembled, her gaze filled with lust for me. The temptation was too much, and while I couldn’t take her, I could at least pleasure and comfort her while she was ill. And much like with our kiss, I could pour some of my strength into her.

I moved my fingers over her hot, soft mound, my jaw clenched at the sensation of her wet flesh.