Real Vampires: Glory Does Vegas Bartlett, Gerry (good fiction books to read .txt) 📖

off your shoes and get on the bed.” I’d worn my high heels. Oh, how I wanted to kick them off, my feet ached after a full shift. But this was part of the routine, adding to what made it sexy. I would suffer for my art. Art? Hah! I turned on the music, keeping my back to Jerry as I pulled a pair of scissors from my purse and made a series of small cuts in that tee. I have vampire strength of course, but it didn’t hurt to make ripping the cotton easy.

The music started playing and the Latin beat throbbed through the room and into me. My hips seemed to move on their own as I turned to face him. He stared at me hungrily. He’d always liked my butt and I was aware of how very exposed it was in those shorts. I ran my hands over my hips slowly, then tossed my hair, staring at him through the strands that caught on my face. When I raised my arms to push it back, I paused and caught the first cut with a fingernail so I could rip the tee. Worked like a charm to expose one breast.

I heard Jerry inhale. Oh, yes, he liked that. His eyes narrowed and he touched himself through the silky fabric of those pants, obviously already hard. My nipple jutted through the rip as I undulated to the beat, twisting and turning as I leaned back and ran my hands down my body.

“More?” I couldn’t resist asking.

“God, yes.” He groaned.

“Then put your hands on the bed. Don’t you dare touch yourself again.” I gave him what I hoped was a sultry look. “That’s my job.” When he threw his hands out on the bed next to his head with another groan, I smiled and rewarded him with another rip. The second breast peeked through, just the nipple. He spread his legs so I could see how I’d excited him.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Hell, yes. Keep going.” He hit the bed with his fists. “Please.”

“Begging. I like it.” I ripped again until both breasts were exposed. The moves I made were exciting me as much as they were him. I wanted to beg him to come taste me. He licked his lips, reading my mind, his fangs gleaming in the light. We’d left the overhead lights on, not interested in hiding a thing from each other. He gripped the silky bedspread, muscles straining in his arms where his sleeves were rolled up. Hmm. I needed to see more.

“Take off your shirt, Lord Campbell.” I liked calling him that. It reminded me of ancient times when our love had been fresh. Not that it had faded, not at all. But time had shown me how different we were. How difficult loving a strong man could be.

“You’re ordering me to do it?” He raised one eyebrow but began to unbutton that shirt, his fingers clumsy. “I’m doing what you say because it’s damned hot in here. Do we need to adjust the thermostat on the air conditioning? Or could it be that you are making my blood boil with your sexy moves?”

“It’s all me, lover.” I licked my own lips, my fangs out so he could see how much I wanted him. I would drink from him tonight, savor his special taste. “Lie there, show me some skin, and I’ll reward you. Ah, there’s your chest. Definitely worth something.” He’d laid open that shirt. I’d always loved his glorious chest, so strong, broad and masculine. His reward? I slowly unzipped my shorts and let them drop to the floor to reveal my black thong. This time when I turned so he could see my backside, there was nothing hiding it except the string that slid between my buttocks.

“Gloriana,” he groaned as he sat up. “You’re killing me.”

“Stay where you are.” I swiveled my hips, coming closer. The beat was in me and I didn’t try to resist it. “I’m coming to you. But, first, lose your shirt entirely.”

“I will. If you’ll lose yours.” He pulled his off and threw it across the room before he lay back again, his eyes never leaving my body.

I untied my shirt and pulled it over my head. There wasn’t much of it left after I’d shredded it. Then I covered my breasts with my hands, teasing my nipples. “This is what I like, Jeremiah. And for you to take each one in your mouth.”

“Come closer and I will do it.”

I danced away when he reached for me. “Not yet.”

“My God, Gloriana. What next?” He raised his hands over his head, grasping the fancy iron headboard. “This is torture.”

I kept moving but I was being tortured as well. I so admired his body. He’d been tanned when he was turned and his skin had stayed that way forever. Such a strange and interesting phenomenon for a vampire. Because he hadn’t seen the sun since then. He had a few scars from his warrior days before becoming vampire. He’d led a long and dangerous life after being turned but all of those wounds had healed without scarring. I loved that he was so brave and willing to risk everything for what was right and honorable.

“Next? I’m showing you mine and you show me yours. The pants have to go.” I grinned as I plucked at my thong. “You first.”

“I don’t have on underwear.” He opened the button and unzipped, the sound sending an erotic thrill through me.

“So much the better. Lose them. Now.” I danced my way closer. The song would be ending soon unless it was on repeat. The next song on the CD was a love song. Appropriate. I watched Jeremiah kick off his pants, exposing his erection, full and eager. I’d done that. Yay!

“Your turn. That little scrap that’s covering you? Get rid of it.” He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed to face me. “Come here, my lady.” His