“Eric? What does he have to do with anything?” She traced his lips with the tip of her finger.

He drew her finger into his mouth before answering her. He swirled his tongue around it, teasing as he gave her a preview of what he intended to do to other parts of her luscious body. And when he released her finger, he kissed the tip of it while watching her from beneath half-lowered lids. She stared at him from eyes darkened with passion. Now was one time he appreciated his enhanced sight. The darkness hid nothing from him.

“Eric has the power to create fantasies. Not like the role-playing people get in the park. Eric gives you the real deal. No matter how weird the fantasy is, it becomes real. I wish I could do that for you.” He was about to return to her breasts, but she stopped him.

“Silly man, don’t you know that you are the fantasy?” Then she covered his mouth with hers.

And it was all over for him. No more attempts at being a patient lover. Forget the hours of foreplay. Weren’t going to happen. He wanted it all. Now.

He slid his tongue across her full lower lip, and she invited him in. His tongue tangled with hers as he explored every heated inch of her mouth. Lost in sensation, he forgot.

Her slight flinch grounded him immediately. His fangs had come out to play. Damn. He stilled, not drawing away. There’d be no going back. He waited for her to pull away from him, to reject what he was.

Then she carefully touched the tip of each with her tongue. “Mmm, so deliciously dangerous. My inner cavewoman approves. There’s something dark, primal, and irresistible about the ultimate alpha male,” she murmured against his cheek, her breath warm, her words softly suggestive. To emphasize her point, she slipped her hand over his stomach and cupped his balls before dancing her fingertips the length of his cock.

He clasped her wrist, holding her still as he whispered in her ear. “Be careful what you wish for, because you’re about to see dark and primal like you’ve never seen it before.”

“Mmm. Promises, promises.” She ran the tip of her finger around each of his nipples and he couldn’t control his groan. “No hairy caveman, though. I like a smooth-skinned, hard-muscled man.” She pulled his head down to her and gently nipped his earlobe. “Like you.”

She was playful. He wanted to be playful, too, but he didn’t know how. Maybe she could teach him. Maybe you’re delusional. He needed to do what he did best.

He dipped his head lower and drew her nipple into his mouth. She arched her back as he flicked the nipple with his tongue and then sucked.