“You’re trying to seduce me.” And it’s working.
“Yes, and it’s annoying that I even have to try.”
I almost laughed. My sexy, mouthy Abigail. Oh, how her mouth had felt, wrapped around my cock, while I lounged against the headboard, one hand finger combing her hair while the other toyed with one of her nipples, until I’d been unable to take a moment more and grabbed her and twisted her onto her back, positioned my body between her legs and…
“You never have to try. That’s the problem.” I made a beeline for the wine she’d placed on the nightstand and poured a hefty amount into one of the glasses. “Would you care for some?”
“Please.” Ignoring the way her gaze raked my body as she murmured the word, I filled the second glass and held it out to her.
We both silently sipped, her appearing calm as a cucumber, while my brain worked feverishly, alternating between trying to force out a goodbye and making my feet move toward the door; and a slideshow in which every moment we’d spent together six months ago was flashed before my inner eye, reminding me of everything I’d given up. And letting me know that if I wanted to open that particular can of worms again, she was here, standing before me, ready and more than willing to accommodate my needs, my lust, my obsession.
“Tell me what you’ve been up to,” I said, an effort to shut off the inner turmoil. “Have you met someone?” Why did I ask such a question? I didn’t want to know the answer. Yes would mean there was potentially no future for us; no would mean the same damn thing, except I’d have less ammunition for that side of my brain telling me to run away with my tail between my legs.
She laughed, the sound forced. “I can’t believe you just asked me that. Why do you think I’m here?”
“Because you hate the farm and you want to find a job in the city?” Which, by the way, I needed to convince her not to do. I had connections out west, in San Francisco and Seattle. I could make a few arrangements and ship her off, ensuring her safety and my sanity.
“Oh my God.” She stared at me like she hadn’t really looked at me all night long. “You really don’t get it, do you?”
“What?” I asked, my eyes narrowing, the glass hovering an inch from my lips.
“I’m here for you. I want you.”
She stepped closer, so close I had to move my glass, hold my arm out to my side, so she could sidle up and rub her breasts against my chest. Her nipples puckered, sharp points I wanted to bite before I suckled until she moaned and writhed with pleasure. Clenching my fists and gritting my teeth, I tried to resist touching her, but my self-control had fizzled out with those candles on her birthday cake.
Twenty. She wasn’t even twenty yet. I was twenty-eight when I was turned, eight years older than her, and I’d still felt as though my entire life had been taken from me. At twenty she hadn’t even begun to live hers.
It’s Abigail and Parnell’s story, and it’s a tricky one. He loves her, but he set her free because vampires and humans aren’t meant to be together. But she refuses to listen to his logic, and guess what? Trouble’s about to ensue…
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PS – If you haven’t read RESIST, it’s Abigail’s sister’s story, the book before ETERNITY. Both can be read stand-alone, but it might be fun to read them in order…