He curled his lip, exposing the fangs. She traced each one with the tip of her finger. Real. “How? Why?” How can you possibly exist? Why don’t I feel afraid? But in some half-forgotten corner of her brain, she remembered him. And that was the craziest thing of all.

“I said I was magic.” He reached out tentatively to brush a strand of hair from her face.

She didn’t flinch. “Vampires can’t lie in the sun.”

He smiled, inviting her to feel, to taste his magic. “I walked into the sunlight for you. Will you walk into the darkness for me?”

She didn’t understand the question, yet she knew it was important. “I don’t know what you want.”

“You will. Soon.” He breathed the answer as he speared her with a stare that burned down to her soul.

It was one hell of a stare, because it not only burned all the way to her soul, but took her clothes with it. She glanced down. She was as bare as he was. “Magic?”

“Magic.” He ran his fingers through her hair even as he lowered his mouth to her breast. He nipped her gently before drawing the nipple into his mouth.

She sucked in her breath. Obviously he was drawing her strength out through that nipple, because she couldn’t remain upright any longer. She lay back, feeling the warmth of the roof seeping into her, along with a multitude of other sensations. All magnified by his magic mouth.

The woman she’d been would simply lie back and let the pleasure come to her just like her fave TV programs. She wasn’t a proactive kind of person. But she wasn’t that woman anymore.

As he started to lower his head once again, she stopped him. “Me first.” She sat up and then gave him a gentle shove. With a grunt of frustration, he lay down. The frustration wouldn’t last long if she had anything to do with it.

She would’ve liked to give equal attention to every part of the male body spread out for her enjoyment, but this was only a nine-inning game. She had time limitations.

So she licked a path across both nipples and down the center of his chest and stomach, forming a kind of sexy seven. His moan probably meant he’d gotten over his frustration.

He lifted his hips, pointing her toward her next destination. She kissed a path along his inner thigh, reveling in the heat of his flesh beneath her lips and the awareness of tension thrumming through him. She’d never thought power would be a turn-on for her, but she got a real rush from knowing how every touch of her lips, her tongue, her fingers moved him.