His scowl deepened. "A red-eyed vampire?"
"A strong, virile male with large muscles I long to sink my fingers into."
He turned to set his glass on the windowsill, but she saw him swallow. Then he faced her, advancing, looming over her. As she'd done in the shower, she retreated until she reached the wall.
Raising his bound hands over her head, he again surrounded her with his body. "What if I wanted to do the seducing?"
He would. He was so deliciously domineering. "Why are you always caging me in?"
"Maybe I wouldn't, if you weren't always disappearing. You're as tangible as air, and it's so damned frustrating, koeri."
"What does that mean?"
"It means lure."
She blinked up at him. "Your endearment for me is a synonym for bait?"
"You're luring me from madness." Lowering his voice, he said, "The only thing that could possibly tempt me from it."
She nibbled her bottom lip. "Would you follow me anywhere?"
"Into the sun." Conrad was all intensity. These weren't practiced sentiments - these were words he couldn't contain. "You said you'd teach me how to seduce my Bride. I want my first lesson."
She couldn't think. "Lesson?" He was too attractive for his own good. "Oh, yes. Well, if you had your female in a position like this, you could compliment her."
Staring down at her, he said, "So I could tell her that her eyes are striking? That I think about their color all the time?"
"She'd really, really like that. And then you could cup her face, and maybe brush her bottom lip with your thumb."
The muscles in his arms bulged, and she knew he was clenching his fists above her head, wanting to touch her. "And how would I know if she was interested in me?"
"She'd probably wrap her arms around your neck to hold you close," Néomi said, but she kept her arms to her sides, her own hands in fists. She yearned to twine her fingers in the too-long hair at his nape, ached to touch him in any way. But she couldn't and never would be able to.
I can never feel those muscles flex as he works my body over the edge. Can never see that exact moment when any control he has deserts him and he's helpless to his own lust.
Néomi would never be able to enjoy him - she selfishly didn't want any other woman enjoying him either.
"And then what should I do?" His voice seemed whiskey-roughened and smoothed at the same time.
She felt as intoxicated as if she'd drunk it with him. "You'd meet her gaze, then lean in to brush your lips against hers."
"Brush my lips?" He was getting as caught up as she was, his natural reserve faltering. And she loved it. "What if I wanted to do something harder?"
Harder? Yes! She stopped herself. "But most females would want a measured seduction. You'd have to wait, to prolong it. But when your lady gasped, then you could take her mouth more forcefully."
"How?"
"Slowly slip your tongue inside, and tease it against mine - hers, rather." She shook her head. "Against hers."
He was rubbing his tongue over his fang, making her want to melt. "Tease?"
"Y-you can drive a woman wild from just a kiss if you do it right. Think, um, slow build."
He moved in even closer, until they were sparking electricity between them. "When would I get to touch her?"
As she stared up at his eyes, she saw them not as blood red, but as the red of flames. "If she moans, you could touch her neck. Maybe run the backs of your fingers from her ear down past her collarbone, then lower to the beginning swell of her breast. And if she likes that a lot, you might try following the same path with your lips."
"And then?" he rasped.
"What does your instinct tell you?"
"My instinct tells me" - his consuming gaze flickered over her ear, then dipped to her collarbone and lower to the swell of her breast - "to keep going down. To do whatever I have to in order to get my lips on your br**sts. Her br**sts."
Imagining that had Néomi subtly arching her back to press her chest up. "How would you kiss them?"
"I'd kiss all around her ni**les, dragging my lips over her skin. Would she like that?"
"She'd probably be cradling the back of your head, moaning."
"Then I'd close my lips over one of your ni**les - "
"You mean her, your Bride's."
He shook his head slowly. "When I think about kissing anyone, I imagine you. Only you. I can't pretend that this isn't so."
"That pleases me, Conrad. Because I don't want you kissing another woman," she murmured.
"Why?"
"I'd be jealous, wanting to scratch her eyes out for kissing my vampire." He frowned and opened his mouth, but she cut him off. "Je suis sérieuse. Now tell me what you'd do to me next."
After seeming to determine whether she was telling the truth, he said, "I'd take one of your ni**les between my lips, sucking it in... ."
"Hard?" She gasped the word.
"Do you like that?" When she nodded, he didn't stifle his groan. "Then I would suckle it hard, licking you with my tongue at the same time."
Her eyelids threatened to slide shut. He was so sexy and manly. All intensity. How could she ever have been attracted to soft, docile businessmen with their yes, darling mentality? "I've fantasized about how your lips would feel on them."
A short, rough sound erupted from him. "I try to imagine what your br**sts would feel like from what you'd shown me."
"Do you wish you could touch them, too?"