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Chapter 3

Gregori sucked in a breath and rethought his earlier statement about seduction. If anyone was being seduced, it just might be him.

“Not at all,” he whispered and closed his eyes, expectant.

Her mouth skimmed over his, soft and warm. Mobile, as she traced the edges of his lips, sipping like a bee might sip nectar, before she opened her mouth on his, tasting him with a quick lick of her tongue.

He groaned and tangled his fingers in the silky strands of her hair, holding her close as the kiss deepened.

Remnants of the wine lingered, sweet, but beneath that was the subtle flavor of Sonja, clean and welcoming. Inquisitive, as she responded to him with a hesitant touch of innocence that was so at odds with the sensuality he sensed deep inside her and the daring that had initiated the kiss.

They broke apart at an abrupt and almost-condemning cough from beside them, both breathing heavily.

As Gregori turned slightly, he realized it was Henri. For a moment, he considered ripping out the man’s throat for interrupting such a delicious interlude. He restrained himself, especially when fear crept into the host’s eyes. It occurred to Gregori that his desire for Sonja had allowed a bit of the vampire to become visible.

“What is it, Henri?” A low rumble tinged his voice, confirming that the demon had to be controlled.

Henri glanced down at the tray in his hands. “Just some lemon ice to clear the palate.”

And hopefully to cool him down, he heard in the subtle condemnation of the other man’s tone.

Gregori nodded and the host placed the ices before them along with some clean spoons. As refreshing as the ices were, he regretted that they did cleanse him of the taste of Sonja. As he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, he wondered if she felt the same.

They had barely finished when the waiter returned with a cart loaded with the fixings for the Caesar salad he had ordered. When Sonja craned her head forward to watch, Gregori shifted, draping his arm across her shoulders and tucking her tight so she might have a better view.

A mistake, he realized as her hand dropped to his thigh and the side of her breast brushed against his chest. Between his legs, arousal clawed into him, making him so hard that it was almost painful. He sucked in a breath and fought it, fought the demon who wanted to come out and slake that desire in any way it could.

Beneath Sunny’s hand, Gregori’s body trembled and it was impossible for her not to notice the way the fabric of his slacks stretched against an impressive erection. The pulse that had been beating between her legs became more insistent and her body grew damp with need as she imagined taking that long, thick, hard length deep into her body.

She took a shaky breath to quell that need and instead smelled him, smelled his masculine scent beneath the light, and probably very expensive, cologne. Her nipples tightened in response and she shifted a bit on the bench. That brought her breast against the muscled wall of his chest.

As her gaze skipped across his for a moment, it was impossible to miss that he was as affected as she was.

He had draped his arm across her shoulder, but as she leaned forward, he dropped his hand until he could dip beneath her arm and cradle the side of her breast. She shook as she imagined him moving his hand just a little more to touch her tight nipple. Instead, he just brushed his hand back and forth tenderly, almost pleading for her touch as well.

She moved her hand on his thigh, a slow caress as they sat silent as the waiter prepared the salad. Their attention was barely on the man’s actions as with one light stroke after another, desire grew between them.

After the waiter placed their salad plates before them, Gregori moved his arm, bringing instant regret, but she kept her hand on his thigh, stroking. Loving the feel of the hard, tight muscles beneath her hand and the slight tremble in his body.

The salad might have been excellent, but she was so caught up in the feel and smell of him, in the want that he roused, that it was tasteless as she ate it.