Page 30 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One

I adjust the blankets around me to shield myself.

He turns his chin over his shoulder, his eyes closed.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“You didn’t. I refuse to let anyone make me feel bad about that,” I say, sticking out my tongue.

He comes back to me so fast that he’s a blur as he moves.

His eyes glow amber in the lamplight, and his lips are so pouty I kind of want to bite them.

“I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.” There’s a chill in the air, but his words send waves of heat over me when he says, “I like how comfortable you are with yourself. I can go outside if you need to...”

I raise my eyebrows.

“But you could still hear me?”

He looks away and nods. There’s tension in his jawline.

“And smell me?”

His lashes flutter when he squeezes his eyes shut.

“I know we can't do anything that might complicate things, but you could watch if you wanted?”

There’s something so hot about the idea of him knowing what I’m up to. What does it matter if he can see it?

His eyes are molten when he makes a low noise in his throat.

“I suppose I shouldn’t leave you alone in here, just in case.”

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Dennis casts his eyes down at me and growls. The sound is so low that he sounds more like an animal than a human. There’s impatience in his stance. His fists are curled by his side, and his head is cocked at an angle like he's expecting something from me.

I shiver.

He’s waiting for me to touch myself.

I toss my blanket aside and touch my fingers to my inner thigh. I talk a big game but actually doing this in front of him feels completely scandalous.

“Go on, Beatrice. What was it you were inviting me to stay for?”

He stalks even closer to my side and crouches down. He arches a brow like he’s got me cornered.

He thinks I’m going to lose my nerve.

The challenge turns me on more, and I watch his cheek muscle twitch when he scents my arousal.

His eyes follow my fingertips as I trace them up my leg until my knuckles brush the black lace on my hemline. I inch it up slowly, enjoying the look on his face.

I plant my left palm back behind me to brace myself, and before I can lose my courage, I drop my knees butterfly-style, splaying myself open so he can see all of me.

He makes that low noise in his throat again, and it emboldens me. I lift a finger and drag it across the spot where I’m already slick and swollen thinking about this.

His eyes are heavy-lidded when I chance a look at him. He licks his bottom lip before he flicks his eyes toward me. I don’t shy away as I start to rub my clit in a slow back-and-forth movement. I want to keep looking as he watches me.