While he watched, puzzled, she grabbed a bunch of burlap sacks from a pile and then methodically pulled them over the nearby plants. Then she returned to him.

“Why?”

“I don’t think they’ve evolved far enough to see, but I’m just making sure.” She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. He gently tugged on her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“It’s been a long time. I might not be patient, or creative, or even kind.”

“How about quick? I’d like quick. Because I want you so much I just might…” Her imagination evidently failed her because her voice faded away.

He pulled her top over her head with hands that refused to remain steady, while she ripped at his T-shirt with frenzied intensity. Dacian finally paused long enough to yank it over his head. Then he returned to finishing the job of getting her naked.

He kissed a path along the side of her jaw while he reached behind her to unclasp her bra. When her breasts fell free, he transferred his mouth to one of her ripe nipples. She shuddered beneath his lips.

“Take your jeans off and anything else you have cluttering up that gorgeous body.” Her demand was a husky murmur.

Reluctantly, he abandoned her nipple to drag his shoes and jeans off. He’d been in too much of a hurry to bother with shorts. She hummed her appreciation.

Then he molded his palms over her round little butt and lifted her onto the table. Lifted her slowly, sliding her over his body, pressing her against his cock, and biting his lip to keep from moaning as her nipples scraped across his chest. God, he wanted to drive into her right now, with her bent back over the damn table. Slow down, slow down.

Holding his gaze, she lay back on the table. Then she wiggled her way into a more comfortable position. And every damn wiggle was a jolt to his cock.

“Your hunger is showing, vampire.” Her smile was sensual and more tempting than man or vampire could be expected to resist. “I see heat behind the hunger. That’s good.”

“My eyes?”

“Black.” But her gaze didn’t waver. “And you’re flashing fang. Just enough fang to make you look all sexy-dangerous.” She reached over to draw a line down the center of his chest with the tip of her finger. “Sparkle thinks dangerous men are sensual. I know one who definitely is.” She patted the table beside her. “Do you think I’m a dangerous woman?” She grinned. “Humor me and say yes.”

“You have no idea.” He grimaced as he joined her on the table. “Not the best setting, but I want you so much I’d make love to you on an ice floe with a flock of penguins cheering us on. I wish I had Eric’s power.”