Casey Pendelton High Heels and Bloodsuckers (pdf)

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the same source that popped up at the most
opportune times to guide her through situations
that she was not prepared to handle, like knowing
going to Remy would resolve the continuing
build-up of power. She compared the sensation to
possession by some pissed off poltergeist who
held the user s manual to her conduit powers. On
top of the foreign anger, she felt Remy s and
Damien s anger pressing in on her.
Oh yeah. She needed to hit something.
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don t feel good about sending Damien out
Ithere alone, Trish said as she flipped her
auburn hair out of the way so Remy could
continue laying kisses along the side of her neck
and along her collarbone. What if he needs us?
Stop worrying. We ve tested our bond. If
Damien needs us we will know.
Maybe we re being overly cautious with all
this reconnaissance.
Remy slid the Egyptian cotton sheet down until
her breasts were visible. He blew softly across her
sensitive nipples and they immediately tightened
to pink nubs.
His idea. Let him be, Remy muttered before
he closed his lips around a nipple and sucked her
as if trying to consume her natural nectar.
Trish languished under his expertise for a
moment before forcing herself to focus.
But I can t feel him. How do we know he
doesn t need us if we can t feel him?
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With a sigh, Remy leaned back on his elbows.
Everyone needs privacy.
Trish looked into his blue eyes. So tranquil.
Remy amazed her. Even when he would rather be
doing more intimate things he willingly stopped
and acknowledged her concerns. She touched the
side of his face, reveling in the softness of his
beard.
He turned his head into her hand and laid a
kiss on the palm. I love you, Patricia Penobscot,
frantic worrier and all.
Trish leaned forward and kissed him. Kissed
him for being so kind. Kissed him because she
craved his taste and most of all kissed him because
she valued his voice of reason.
When Remy opened his mouth to her, she ran
her tongue along the roof of his mouth and felt
him mentally shiver. He sucked her tongue,
pulling her deeper into his mouth. His hands
wrapped in her hair.
They consumed each other until Trish
remembered Damien their third, her assistant
and the man she had sent into the lion s pit alone.
An inch at a time she withdrew, leaving a series of
delicate nibbles on his lips.
With her head resting on his shoulder, she
listened to his rapid heartbeat. He swallowed
heavily several times then spoke, Let s go for a
walk on the beach. I ve never been to the beach
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before and the moon looks like it s right on the
water.
Trish grinned. I should get dressed first.
It s two in the morning. Why? Not for me, I
hope.
I ve never walked naked on the beach before.
She did not add that until her association with the
vampires she had never walked anywhere in
public naked. Now, after everything that had
transpired, nudity didn t seem so taboo.
What else haven t you done on the beach?
Remy asked.
A soft blush rushed over Trish. She loved the
way he made her blush. What about the sand?
Won t it get everywhere?
Remy growled, his hand travelling down her
back to rest on the curve of her hip. If we re
lucky.
With a giggle, Trish scrambled from the bed
and headed to the French doors leading out to the
deck and onto the beach beyond.
When she heard Remy s footfalls behind her,
she picked up the pace until to the naked eye it
would appear she flew. Even so she used but a
fraction of the speed she sensed she was capable
of. The wind felt good against her bare skin,
stroking her all over with a fresh coat of the cool
sea.
Her hair whipped across her face when she
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turned to look for Remy a moment before he
crashed into her and took her into a controlled
heap onto the sand. The wash of the waves left a
foamy reminder of the constant ebb and tide just a
few feet away but the wave of her growing need
for Remy was what held Trish s attention.
Her tongue played along her top lip as she
wiggled down into the sand. In the process, she
brought her hips into alignment with Remy s. The
firm length of his erection pressed into her pubic
region. His legs and arms rested on either side of
her as he thoughtfully supported most of his
weight.
I thought you were worried about gettin sand
all over, he said, his breath a heady whisper over
her lips.
Not worried, just curious.
Still curious?
Yeah, but not about the sand. She raised her
head and nipped at his bottom lip.
About what then?
About which way you plan to fuck me.
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