He nipped her neck, and she gasped, embarrassing herself. Her blood was thrumming even faster than the alcohol alone would have caused, her body growing too warm for comfort.
His lips traced the line from her neck to her jaw with small, hot kisses, sending exquisite shivers through her. There was a pause before he kissed her lightly on the lips, his full lips oh-so-warm. God help her, she responded! She tried to tell herself it was the alcohol scattering her thoughts and not the growing feeling of respect or concern she felt toward him.
Sensing her yield, he deepened the kiss. It became less of a request and more of a demand, with his tongue flickering to taste her. He tasted like he smelled, rich and musky, his kiss intense enough to dispel the fogginess of alcohol. She'd never felt anything like his kiss or the warmth that flowed through her. She wanted more of him, all of him, and the heat of need settled into her lower abdomen.
A throat cleared behind him. Rhyn twisted his head away with a warning growl, and the world crashed down on her.
What in the name of everything holy was she doing? Getting ready to tear her shirt open and throw herself down for a monster? She felt the heat --his heat --within her, branding her from the inside out.
"Sire, you've been warned," Daniela said in her crisp tone.
Rhyn turned to face the robed woman, and Katie slid away from him. Her thoughts jangled in her head, some desperate for him to continue, others claiming she couldn't go home if she started down this path, and still others saying she was screwed either way, figuratively and literally.