Falling from the Light (The Night Runner Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

watching you.”
    I laughed, the sound turning into a spastic giggle as a shiver shook through me. Lord, it was cold. I reached back, hunting for my zipper. “Yeah, that’s what he needs. Me teaching him how to behave like a proper vampire.”
    “If you make a monster out of him, you still have to keep him.” Malcolm turned me around and undid the hook at the top of my dress. The zipper snagged and he made a frustrated noise and tugged the material, jerking me around with it. I slapped my hands against the door to keep from falling over.
    “Feel free to rip it off. I don’t intend to wear it again.”
    His knuckles grazed my shoulder blades and then the material and all its devious restrictions tore away. Leaning my head back, I sighed in relief. “Thank you.” I bent down to retrieve my backpack, but the second I touched it, it moved away.
    Malcolm’s hands closed on my hips. So that’s how it was? I straightened until my back brushed his chest. Even though I was inches from the wall, because it was so dark it felt like I was standing in the middle of nothing and he was the only solid thing in the world. I smiled. His hands brushed against my ribs, tickling light, and I pressed back into him, relishing the heat and hardness of his body.
    He kissed the back of my neck, licked a hot path to my earlobe and bit it, not quite gently. A quick twist of his fingers and my bra tumbled away. I started to turn, but he herded me forward until I was pressed against the door. Sensitive skin met cold metal and I gasped, squirming until his hand slid down my front and pressed between my legs. The other arm wrapped around my chest, a band of heat where everywhere else I was covered in goose bumps.
    “Mal?” I whispered.
    “Do you know how difficult it was to send you in with Bronson, when you looked like this? So much. Beautiful. Skin.” He punctuated each word with a kiss to the side of my neck. I gasped again and my legs began to quiver as his hand moved, the firm, familiar touches exotic in the strange environment. “Did he try to seduce you?”
    His voice had a hard edge but I laughed breathlessly and arched against him. It felt as if he was singeing my cold skin. “I don’t think I’m his type.”
    He took two steps back, pulling my hips flush against him while leaning forward until I bent with him. I rested my arms against the door. His fingers quickened, sliding easily and wonderfully against my body. His other hand covered my breast and pinched my peaked nipple. I rested my forehead against my arms, rocking back when I could move.
    “What did he ask you?” His breath was hot against my shoulder, his body growing hard behind me.
    “He wanted…” I began to shake. “…to reminisce about the old d-days. Said it was impossible to find g-good help anymore.” He’d also requested a field trip to a business that, according to its cheerful Internet presence, was as bland as bland could be. I had to find something, though, because there was no way I was going to be the cause of more of Malcolm’s pain.
    But this wasn’t the time to think about that. Using what little remained of my focus, I pushed myself upright and turned. Wrapping my arms around Mal’s neck, I pulled his mouth down to mine.
    He smelled like a cold winter day and tasted like spiced brandy, and I wanted nothing more than to tear his clothes off and fill myself with him. He shrugged out of his jacket while I navigated the complicated business of his buttons.
    “Do you have a bed in this cage?” I bit the side of his neck and he grabbed my ass, lifting me until I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He found my mouth again as he carried me through the darkness and I squeaked when we dropped abruptly.
    My left knee was wedged between him and the side of a chair while my right leg stretched over the opposite arm.
    “My, what a small bed. However do you sleep in it?”
    “Up,” he murmured, light swirling in his half-lidded eyes.
    I shook my head.