Page 60 of Road Trip with a Vampire

“A Diet Coke for me.”

I looked up, and there was Peter, standing by the table in a place he hadn’t been mere seconds ago. His pupils were so fat they nearly swallowed up his dark irises. He wore the satisfied, half-drunk expression of a vampire who’d just had his fill.

And the way hesmelled…

Peter had clearly just eaten, but he must have forgotten to shut off the potent pheromones vampires utilized to entice their meals. In that moment, heoozedseduction.

I tore my eyes from his with difficulty, trying to ignore the way my heart was pounding, trying to focus on our server.

She was openly gaping at him, her eyes glazing over.

“Yes,” I managed. “A Diet Coke for my…friend, please.”

Peter took the seat opposite mine without waiting for aninvitation. I dug my fingernails into my palms to stay grounded, but even still, I found myself leaning closer to him. Unable to resist the way his scent dug its claws into me and wouldn’t let go.

All at once, lurid images began flashing behind my eyelids. Peter laying me down on a bed. Me hastily peeling off my clothes and presenting my body to him like an offering.

His large, capable hands, positioning me exactly the way he wanted me. One hand wrapping around his cock before he entered me in one fluid movement.

“Thank you, Sadie,” Peter said to our server, unaware of the horny crisis I was having. If I was reacting to him this way, knowing exactly what was happening, I could only imagine what poor Sadie was going through. He turned his back on her, signaling to her louder than words could have that their conversation was over.

“You’re welcome, sir,” she said, but she was still staring at him, awestruck. Then she hurried off to the kitchen, throwing backwards glances in our direction the whole time.

When she left, Peter turned his attention to the bar menu.

I rounded on him. “You need to be more careful.”

“More careful about what?” He frowned. “I wasn’t spotted while I was hunting.”

“I wasn’t talking about that, though I’m glad to hear you were discreet.” I inclined my head in the direction our server had just gone. “Thatvampirething you’re doing right now. The pheromones. Shut it off.”

Peter blinked at me in confusion before understanding dawned. “Oh. Shit.” He set the menu to the side and had the audacity to look sheepish. “Sorry. I forget to turn it off sometimes.”

“I noticed.” I shook my head to try and clear it. “That poor girl had no idea what just happened. One minute she was justdoing her job, the next she wanted to peel off her clothes and sit in your lap.”

Peter regarded me. “Is mind reading one of your powers?”

His question caught me by surprise. “No. Why?”

“Then how do you know what she was thinking?”

My eyes widened. I’d said too much.

“I…” I licked my lips, not missing the way Peter’s eyes darkened as he tracked the movement of my tongue.Fuck.“It was…just a guess?” I grabbed the menu and flipped through the pages at random just to hide my face.

Peter gently tugged the menu from my hands and set it on the table beside him. The bar around us had grown noisier as more people from the wedding filed in. I could barely hear them over the roaring in my ears.

“Is that what my scent does toyou?” He leaned in closer until I was all but bathing in the heady cocktail of sex and desire pouring off him. Despite my earlier admonition, his vampire beacon still blazed like a lighthouse at dawn.Damnhim. “Does it make you want to take off your clothes? Sit in my lap?” He tilted his head a little to the side, dark eyes fixed on the side of my neck. “Offer yourself to me?”

He was looking straight through me. Wetness was already pooling between my thighs. No, no,no. This wasnothappening.

“No?” I cringed at how breathy and unsure I sounded.

Peter’s eyes darkened as he leaned in even closer. His presence, his scent—

If I let him taste me, the pleasure would be unlike anything I had ever known.

“Are you certain?” he asked in low tones, his voice like sin. I could all but feel it whisper against my cheek. If he leaned ineven one inch closer, the fraying tether I still had on my self-control would snap and I’d be all his.