Welcome to My Parlor

...Jensen went to the sink, but faced her. Turning the faucet on, he waited for the water to get cold. He filled her goblet and drank most the water, slaking one thirst. He worked on the other by riling her with his closeness.

Aubrey admired the view. Jensen was a big guy. About six-one. Close to two hundred pounds. But lately, since nearly getting killed, he had gotten bigger. Not taller, not wider. Just more man in the body. Six-one just seemed bigger.

And sexy as hell.

Perhaps she was a vamp, but right now, despite his romantic trip, she felt horny, horny, horny as hell. Her insides were slick and ready for him. No foreplay would be necessary. Her sense of his smell magnified a hundred times normal. All she wanted to do was get his clothes off and play on him. He had what she needed to feel better. To satisfy the manic need to feel him thrusting into her.

Aubrey tiptoed.

One kiss turned into two. Then three. She ate them whole, twisting and pressing for more. Whoa. He came up for air. “Just ask me, woman,” he murmured hotly.

“Ask you what? You want romance and I want you.”

“You can want me.”

A burst of heat roasted her from the inside out. “I do want you, Jen,” she murmured, winding her arms around his shoulders.

“Since I got up,” she said, kissing him, “I wouldn’t have let you get out of bed today if I’d had a choice. I’m sorry. I know that’s not very romantic.” She kissed him again, coaxing more of his soft tongue.

When her hand settled on the back of his thigh, just under his rear and grasped, he got hard. “What’s so different about today that you’re melting from lust?” He lightly sucked on her bottom lip.

Oooh. Aubrey pressed against all his hard contours, and that nice hard on. Suddenly, awareness hit her.

My God.

Over the years she’d become familiar with this savage sort of lust; heat, really.

“Jen, are you still…” she measured her words before she blurted them out too baldly, “do you still want to conceive?”

“I want your baby, Bree. You know that.”

Her loins perked to think of him proving that. Oh, man, yeah. She was in heat. Her insides went all melty and wet thinking about having him. “I don’t know if this is romantic enough, but this would be a good night for it.”

“Conceiving?”

Would that get him going? She nodded.

“How do you know?”

His gruff tone gave him away. Oooh, he liked her news. “I’ve gone through this once a month for the past three decades. I know this feeling of being in heat. It’s torture, torture being around you and not being able to get into your pants because you have exactly what I need. I felt this way all day that first night we were intimate, out by the fire pit?”

Fire burned in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

Mmm, his juices boiled now. “I’d be surprised if I was wrong. Your next shot is a significant one,” she said suggestively.

He pursed his lips, exhaling a hot breath. He ratcheted his arm around her waist tight, another sensuous breath gusting out. “Ask me, Bree, God, ask me,” he said between kisses.

If only she knew what. “After I revealed that gem, you’ll make me guess still? I could’ve robbed you of knowing what you were doing tonight, but I didn’t. Don’t play hard to get, Mr. Keets. Have you any idea what it’s like to ache this way?”

“Don’t worry.” He bumped against her hips gently. “I’ll give you all you need.”

“I need to hear you say, ‘Wan…”

Cupping his rear, she swayed against the delicious big bulge between them. “Want to make love, Jen?”