home from the office, and wonder which one of us is more dead.” Nash shook his head sadly. “I can’t imagine that life would appeal to anyone.”
I studied his face, a mix of sadness, satisfaction, and something I wasn’t familiar with. “What do you want?” I asked.
He’d been undead for centuries. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to know what kept him hungry.
“I want peace for our kind. Acceptance. We’ve been under attack. It happens, every few generations. Humans, by nature, live in fear. They act on it, let it hold them back. When vampires assert themselves, make advances, humans want to stop us. We remind them that their systems don’t work. We prove them wrong. Vampires, you’ll learn quickly, don’t like being told what to do.” The heat was back, almost unbearable this time. “And right now, I want you.”
Nash brushed his lips against mine. He did it slowly, moving back and forth, making sure he didn’t miss a spot. My heart was as still as his, trying to anticipate what came next. To will him to do more, use my powers for good instead of evil. Wanting so many things at once was overwhelming. He clutched my shoulder, his other hand falling into my lap, fingers laced in mine. He nipped softly, catching my bottom lip between his and pulling it out so slowly. I melted, sighing against his mouth. He took advantage of my surprise, and his tongue touched mine. I mimicked his movements, and we were completely tangled together. This kissing thing wasn’t so hard with a smokin’ hot, centuries-old vampire to show me the ropes.
He took his time, ratcheting up the intensity ever so slowly, bringing out desires in me I had no idea existed. He ran his tongue along the inside of my top lip, and everything inside me fluttered. I pulled back before he claimed me for good.
We only had tonight. He’d made me no guarantees. I had to remember that.
“Did you like that, Corynne?”
I nodded. My heart beat furiously under the smudged black V, making up for lost time. The kiss had been more than I’d imagined, and now my imagination was working overtime, wondering about all the other things it had overlooked. “Are you going to--” I didn’t know how to say it, “—do to me what the other vampires did to their courtesans?”
Nash narrowed his eyes. “At the party?” he asked. I nodded. “Only if I wasn’t planning on keeping you. Because I plan on keeping you, I’m going to take my time. Time is something I have a lot of. I like to use it wisely.”
Keeping me? “Does that mean you’ll make me a vampire?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” He ran his finger slowly over my leg, bringing them hem of my skirt up with it. He stopped at the top of my thigh. Everything inside me was going haywire—my heart, my head, and that spot low in my belly that never had talked to me so much before tonight. “First I need to know—why are you here?”
Might as well go for broke. “Because I killed someone.”
Chapter Six
Nash
Sweet little Corynne had blood on her hands. No wonder she smelled so intoxicating.
The darkness radiated from her, I knew it as soon as I stepped on stage, and that’s what sucked me in. I’d never felt power like that in a human. I couldn’t identify what it was, but I knew I wanted that kind of power on my side.
She asked me to turn her. I would, eventually. First I needed to know what she’d do to get what she wanted. If she was willing to get on her knees and offer absolutely everything—her blood, her body, and her soul. Only two of those things could make it to the other side. It was a long time since I’d had a soul, and I hadn’t missed it until tonight.
“How did you kill someone?” I wouldn’t use glamour to get her to talk. She had to offer this information herself. Her bare thigh scalded my finger. The body heat mixed with her power. Her gaze was fixed on my hand, her skirt bunched at the junction of everything she feared.
Corynne licked