He's leaning against the open door as he says, "you don't want to know what I'd do to poor innocent virgins like you."
My mouth drops open. "How dare you-"
He slam the door shut, leaving me standing there between our houses, fuming and suddenly throbbing between my legs.
Because the truth is, I do want to know.

I bury a happy litlle sigh watching him work at the clutch with confidence.
God he's hot.
"Shall I pull over?" he asks, eyes on the road.
"For what?"
"You must be soaking wet," he says. "Judging by the scent on the air."
My mouth drops open, and then I stubbornly cross my legs as if doing so will hide the smell of my desire.
I hate vampires!
"Maybe I'll take you in the backseat," he says, eyes still on the road, hand loose on the steering wheel. "Maybe I'll bend you over the hood of the car and-"
A little moan escapes me, and I rub my thighs together without thinking.
He glances at me, smug as hell. "Over the hood it is". The car slows down.
"Stop that !" I say, groaning. "Like I said before, what happened in the shower was a momentary lap in judgment. It won't be happening again."
"Oh mouse." He downshifts again as the street spills into downtown Midnight Harbor. "It's cute that you think so."
Just the promise of more of him makes my pussy throb and my stomach clench up.
Fuck. I'm in trouble.

"Don't leave Midnight," he says suddenly.
"What?"
"Don't leave."
"Why?"
The glow in his eyes intensifies as he grits his teeth as if me making him elaborate is a discomfort he doesn't want to endure.
"Why Bran?"
"Because I don't want you to."