“Taste so sweet. Just like you smell. Honeysuckle.” His mouth locked on her other breast. Showed it the same sensual care. Licks. Kisses. The faintest sting of a bite.

You weren’t bitten by me.

Now she had been. Oh, God, she had been.

He eased down her body, making a trail with his mouth and tongue. His sensual caresses made her ache with need. Her sex was wet, and Miranda was so eager that her body trembled.

Her drawstring shorts were shoved out of the way. By her, by him, she couldn’t really tell for certain. Then he was touching the crotch of her panties. Feeling the warm cream that coated the fabric.

Then he ripped the panties away.

His fingers closed over her thighs, a move reminiscent of the night before. She parted her legs quickly for him, wanting to feel that hard ridge of flesh against her sex again. But he needed to ditch his boxers. She wanted to feel him, skin to skin and—

He touched the hungry flesh between her legs. Not with his cock, but with his fingers. He parted her folds. Strummed his fingers over her clit. “Miranda . . .” His voice was a velvet growl in the darkness. “Your scent is driving me crazy.”

Then he was on the floor. Crouching on his knees. One hand wrapped tight around her thigh. The other explored the secrets of her sex. His head hovered over her stomach. The dark locks of his hair were close enough to touch and—

His mouth brushed against her sex. His tongue laved her, licking away the cream that coated her flesh, then driving deep inside her in one hard plunge.

Her fingers sank into his hair and her hips slammed up to meet his hot kiss. Moans rose in her throat, because what he was doing, it felt so good. His tongue retreated. Teased. Drove inside.

Her sex tightened. Her orgasm threatened. So close. The promise of pleasure was just a few seconds away.

Damn but the man was one good lover. Certainly the best at—

Another lick from that skilled tongue. A caress of his hands, fingers harder now, more demanding as her body struggled for her peak.

It had been so long for her. Over six months since she’d kicked Peter out—

Cain’s tongue drove deep and Miranda shattered, seemed to literally fall apart, as a blast of pleasure rocked through her.

The tremors still shook her sex when he rose above her. Cain was on his knees and he jerked her body to the end of the couch. He fumbled, reaching for the jeans that were on the floor. A sharp rip of sound filled the air. Then he was moving again, and pressing the tip of that thick cock between her legs.

“Hold on,” he ordered, voice barely recognizable as a man’s.

The beast had to be close.

No fear. Not now.

Only hot pleasure.

Her legs wrapped around his hips.

His cock slammed deep, a driving thrust that intensified the soft aftershocks of release vibrating through her. His fingersclenched around her hips and he lifted her up, plunging deep again and again in a rhythm that became increasingly wild.

And she loved it. Every frantic second. His jaw was clenched. Those eyes of his shining bright with that powerful inner light. She caught a glimpse of his fangs, but instead of frightening her, the sight caused a lick of heat to burst inside of her.

More than a man. So much more.

Cain angled her body so that with every thrust of his cock, he brushed over the tight nub of her desire. The pleasure built again. The need grew just as desperate as before and suddenly she was the one clawing at his arms. Moaning. Thrashing beneath him.

He made a low sound in his throat, one that she couldn’t quite discern. His head dropped to her chest and he licked her breasts. Rough flicks of his tongue that made her nipples tingle with arousal.

His tongue. Wet. Strong.

Damn good.

His mouth trailed up to her shoulder.

And Cain pressed his teeth against her flesh. Not too hard, oh, God, no, not like the vampire, but just right.

Her body buckled as she came beneath him.

The light in his eyes burned brighter. His cheeks hollowed and she felt the faint scrape of his claws against her hips.

His hips jerked as her sex milked his thick flesh with the contractions of her climax. Then he was coming, holding her with a grip of steel and driving straight to her womb. Cain shuddered against her, threw back his head, and managed to grit out her name.

The release held them in a tight grip. Time passed. She didn’t know how long she lay half on that couch, body replete, mouth dry, legs limp.

Cain looked down at her and she could see the glow of his beast begin to slowly fade. He smiled at her, then lowered his head toward her. His mouth hesitated over hers, and he licked her lips, a heated caress that took her by surprise. Then he dropped his head toward the side of her neck, and he nuzzled her lightly.

Her arms, which had fallen from his body, now rose again and she looped them around his back, liking this moment. The warmth. The touches.

His breath feathered over her skin. “Tell me . . .” A soft press of his lips against her neck, almost as if he were kissing her tender wounds. “Why in the hell is a woman like you looking for men on the Internet?”

The question, coming right after the truly fabulous sex, threw her off.

He pushed up, bracing on his palms. “Are the men in this city just shit crazy? You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Her lips parted in surprise. Okay. The man was going to get serious points for post-sex flattery. “Meeting men isn’t, ah, really the problem.” Cherryville wasn’t exactly overflowing with studs, but she could find dates. The problem was . . . “I was hoping to meet someone, um, different.”