Antecedent

by Susan Stumpf

I kissed him, but I didn't just want to kiss him. I could blame it on the alcohol. I could blame it on the news of my ex-boyfriend getting married, on the crappy day I had, or the fact that he looked really sexy tonight. It was probably all of them combined. He didn't push me away, he let me kiss him. After a long kiss, he leaned away from me.

  "You've been drinking," he said.

  "I only had one or two," I lied. Then, I kissed him again. I interlaced my fingers around his neck and his hands slid to the small of my back.

  "Don't you think this is a bad idea?" he mumbled during our kiss.

  "Yes," I mumbled back. "It's a terrible idea." But we didn't stop kissing.

  "Then don't you think we should stop?" he asked, pulling away slightly to get the words out.

  "I think you think too much," I responded and pulled him even closer to me.

  I could feel him smile in the kiss, a big smile.

  "Well that's the best damn answer I've ever heard," he said.

  In my head, he swept me off my feet and carried me upstairs, cradling me like they do in a romantic movie. In reality, it was slightly less romantic. He threw me over his shoulder, knocking the wind out of me. He ascended the stairs with vampire speed. I almost fell when he set me down in my bedroom, but I'm pretty sure that was more from my alcohol consumption.

  "Are you sure?" he asked, eyeing me quizzically.

  I responded by removing my dress and giving him the sexiest look I knew how to give.

  "I don't want this to make things complicated," he said.

  I stepped toward him, my voice slow and demanding, "Shut?up."

  With that he grabbed me and I'm pretty sure he lifted me off the ground a little and kissed me hard.

  I ran my tongue over his fangs. Caught up in the intensity of the moment we must have been kissing a little too hard because I caught the faint taste of blood in my mouth. I opened my eyes to see if Bo would go berzerk and try to kill me. I still had the movie induced misconception in my head of vampires going frantic over the taste or smell of blood. He didn't go insane and try to kill me. Instead, he gently sucked on my tongue, and I watched his eyes roll back in his head in ecstasy.

  I'm not even sure how we got to the bed after that, but we ended up there. After our clothes were completely gone and some mind blowing foreplay, he whispered in my ear, "You know I have to bite you?"

  I felt his breath on my neck and it sent chills down my already humming body.

  "Yes," I whispered back.

  He leaned up to look me in the eye. "Yes?" he asked.

  "Yes," I repeated. There was no way on Earth I could say no, not now. My body was surging with electricity and I couldn't stop now. I felt his fangs on me, where my neck met with my shoulder. I felt pressure, then my skin yielded to his fangs and I felt a twinge of pain that quickly gave way to a tingling sensation. I couldn't feel his bite after a moment but my hands, my toes, my nose-they were all tingling- and it only seemed to heighten my arousal.

  I'd like to say we made love all night but about ten minutes later Bo was passed out on the bed beside me. I guess vampire men aren't much different than mortal men. Vampires did have the whole circulation thing working against them, but what Bo lacked in that department he surely made up for beforehand. Decent sex and amazing foreplay wasn't a bad deal. I imagine Bo, being of limited means learned to play to his strengths. A couple hundred years of practice in the foreplay department had definitely paid off. I was really lightheaded and dizzy. Drinking and blood loss probably wasn't a good combination. You throw in multiple orgasms, and I was done for the night. I fell asleep beside Bo nearly as quickly as he had.