“Beg pardon?” was all that tumbled out when he advanced another step and I retreated, backing up slowly.

He licked his lips, leaving them juicy and ripe for the tasting. “Under the skin, burning hot until you feel like you’ll go up in flames. I can satisfy that craving.”

My mind literally went blank. All the words winked out of existence, leaving only the last five he’d just uttered. My lips parted, but not a sound came out except for the breath that rushed past my teeth as he backed me up against the door.

“You need to feed.”

I wasn’t sure if that negated or supported the double entendre he’d been weaving, but it did un-stick my tongue. “Oh… oh right. Yes, I guess I do.” I’d spent so much time making sure he was well fed I’d neglected my own appetite.

“Go on then, have a taste. I’ve fed well enough today. I’ve got enough to spare.”

My mouth watered at the thought, that tantalizing taste earlier at the feeder club just enough to make me thirst for more. But it was such a bad idea on so many levels, the least being, he needed to hang onto his blood more than I did.

“Oh… I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Our boundaries were already fuzzy enough. Throwing feeding into the mix was bound to make it even more murky.

“You sure?” He leaned in close, inhaling slowly, as if savoring the scent of my hair. “I think we can do better than good.”