As the final spasm died away, she closed her eyes. “Oh, hell, I’m going to jail, and I don’t even know your name.”

Chapter Sixteen

He watched as she sat with her eyes tightly shut and talked to herself. If he could, he’d stop her, but he was still trying to find his own way back. So he said nothing.

“Ohmigod, when this train gets to the end of the track, the police will take us away. My photo will be in the Chronicle. My family will see it. Grandma will think it’s cool, but Grandpa’s heart isn’t too good. I’ll lose my job. I mean, even if I can’t seem to remember what it is, it’s still my job.” She twisted her hands in her lap. “I can’t believe I made love with you. For God’s sake, I don’t even know your name. And I’m naked. Trespassing and indecent exposure. I’ll have a rap sheet. I’ll—”

Finally, he found his voice. “Open your eyes, Cinn.”

“Cinn?” She grew silent, and then slowly blinked her eyes open. She looked around, dazed. “Wicked Fantasy? How did we get here?” Then she stared at him. “Dacian?”

“We never left here. Eric just took us on a wild fantasy ride.” Dacian rubbed his hand across his eyes. “Wow. Just got a lot more respect for my old vampire buddy.”

Cinn’s eyes grew wide. “But it really happened. I lived every moment of it. It felt more real than this place.” She waved her hands in the air. “In some demented parallel universe, it really happened.”

He nodded. “I know.” Dacian could still taste her, feel her muscles tight around his cock, hear her cries, and would always remember the scent of summer, baseball, and wild woman. “It really happened.”

He tried not to stare at her neck, but he couldn’t help himself.

She saw where he’d fixed his gaze and reached up to touch the spot. Her eyes grew even wider, if possible. “The wound is fading, but I can still feel it.”

What the hell? The punctures were barely visible, but they were definitely there. How? He pushed that question aside. Even Eric didn’t know the how of it, so maybe Dacian should concentrate instead on a more pressing issue.

Cinn looked up at him, and he saw the moment when her confusion faded and humor took its place. “I can see it on your face. You want to ask if it was as good for me as it was for you. Hey, it was better.” Her smile faded and something tentative and breathtaking showed in her eyes. “Way better.”

She glanced away and took a nervous sip of her drink. Was she remembering his little speech about walking into the darkness with him? Was she trying to think of a way to distance herself from the whole vampire thing?