A Tempest In The Night Part 19

"Need help?"

The teenager waved her off. He mounted his bike and sped away, slower this time.

The controlled chaos did nothing to calm her nerves, though. She was off to a good start with Mike, but sensed there was something restless about him. He had confusion rolling around in that brain of his. It took all her might to not probe. She was so inexperienced she might end up hurting him and herself. Something she couldn't put her finger on.

She was still reeling from the surprise meeting with Daedalus. Seeing him again left her yearning to see more of him, and that was nuts. She didn't know him, which didn't stop him from making her hot all over with his challenge. Need to cool off. So she pa.s.sed her block and headed to Haagan-Daz.

With every breath, she could feel Daedalus. His psychic signature lay heavy in the air around her. Her brain tingled and a gentle caress of her thoughts opened the door to her mind.

You are exhausted.

You think? Not only am I exhausted I'm starvin' like Marvin.

Let's get something to eat and talk.

She hesitated. Should she? Yes, she should. Talk about addiction. Was Daedalus her drug? She wanted to see him, but was she ready for the big talk? And the standstill that would come later? Where do you want to meet?

Cornbread Cafe.

You seem Greek inclined.

All ethnic food is good. I'm two blocks away from you.

I'll wait.

The last time she'd seen him was at Tilly. He was dressed in a gray suit with white and olive stripe s.h.i.+rt and olive tie. He made a statement, with that Italian-tailored ensemble. As he walked towards her with the barest smile on his face, well...he got her attention again and every woman's attention he pa.s.sed.

Ilida loved clothes but never gave men's attire a second thought. Now, she was willing to change her mind on that. The three-quarter length charcoal coat complimented his powerful stride. The stripes on his s.h.i.+rt made his long torso seem longer. She knew the gray pants wouldn't disappoint either.

"h.e.l.lo, Ilida."

She deliciously s.h.i.+vered whenever he said her name. "Daedalus."

She expected a hug but instead he swept her off her feet then kissed her on the lips slowly, as if he had all the time in the world.

She didn't feel the cold as his lips moved over hers, expertly sucking her bottom lip. His tongue swept pa.s.sed her lips claiming her in a new way. Then, just as quickly, the kiss ended. He lifted his lips away from hers leaving her breathless, giddy and wanting more. Good Lord! "You should have warned me," she said as she tried to catch her breath and keep her cool.

"A hug after all we've been through would have been ridiculous."

He seemed unaffected and in control as usual. Was it planned? Calculated or not, it worked. "Okay, you're right, but..."

"I know."

They entered the restaurant. The waiter said anywhere, so they picked a table on the left, next to the brick wall.

After Daedalus seated her at the table, Ilida glanced at his behind. Just as she thought, she wasn't disappointed when the pants glided smoothly over his muscular hips.

After the waiter took their order, Ilida tried to relax and remain aloof about seeing him. The lighting was dim giving the dining room a cozy atmosphere. Shadows accentuated Daedalus' high cheekbones and generous lips. It also cast his occipital bones in deep shadow, his hooded eyes s.h.i.+elded from her view. The aloof angle wasn't working.

"How is Mike?"

"Doing okay. Sally is watching him closely and there are two other drug detox technicians on duty at night."

He shook his head. His brows furrowed as he perused the menu.

"Mike had some serious drugs in his system," he said.

"Yes he did."

He seemed unaffected by what she said. Maybe the news was too much to take. "A new drug has surfaced in the City called Red Queen."

"I've heard of it. It's supposed to be highly addictive?" he asked.

She had a feeling he already knew that. Instead of arguing that notion, she nodded.

"What happened to the rival alcohol and substance abuse center in Suffolk?"

"They had some kind of weird virus break out there. Almost half of the residents came to stay at Tilly. Why?"

"Mike is from there."

"Really?"

"Uhm, hum. How are your headaches?"

He'd changed the subject fast. It was ominous and trepidation echoed in her mind. "Minor twinges. Thanks to your advice, I'm not downing Ibuprofen every night. My liver is probably a mess from all that stuff."

"I doubt it."

The waiter placed their food on the table. Ilida inhaled hers. Daedalus moved his food around on the plate. She wondered if he was hungry. "About that talk?"

"Are you okay with what I did to you?"

Wow! He went right to the point. "I let you, remember?"

"I hurt you that night."

Ilida bit into her fried chicken leg, the coating crunched under her teeth, the juice coated her mouth, the succulent dark meat of the chicken leg tender and spicy on her tongue. Her mouth exploded with flavor. Smiling she wiped her mouth. "You shocked me. I shocked myself. I certainly didn't feel like you'd hurt me."

"Juice."

"Hum?"

He reached out, wiped under her lower lip with his forefinger. "Juice."

"Oh."

"I enjoyed it."

Which means he enjoyed her. He actually enjoyed being with her. Holy... She cleared her throat. "I don't do that sort of thing. I tend to give it all to the people I help."

He rested his chin in the palm of his hand. "Nun?"

That was the second time she'd heard that in reference to her social life. Okay, her love life could be summed up in one action: yawn. Daedalus had reignited a spark within her that she couldn't let go. Actually, she'd been trying to extinguish it, but the nozzles clogged. It would be right to squelch it, wouldn't it? "I want to keep seeing you too, but you want to see other women. I don't want to sleep with you while you do that."

"And you don't want to compromise your principles any more than you have."

"And you won't change?"

"I don't see that happening in the foreseeable future."

"Then we're at a stalemate," she said sadly.

"A beautiful woman with principles."

She looked up at the ceiling wondering why G.o.d cursed her with the need for a secure relations.h.i.+p. "Don't do this to me."

"Do what?"

Before she could answer him the waiter appeared. "Sorry." The waiter's arm reached between them to place the check on the table.

While Daedalus took out his wallet, he kept his eyes on her daring her to take out money. Reluctantly she broke contact to take out her wallet. She placed her debit card down before he did.

He held her hand. "Your money is no good around me. Put your card back."

"I want to pay for my meal."

"You're annoying me, Ilida. Keep it up and I'll hold you over my knee and spank you."

She blushed remembering the waiter stood by patiently waiting.

"Excuse me," the waiter said and then retreated.

Ilida smiled at the image of her splayed over Daedalus' knee.

"Ilida? Your thoughts are d.a.m.n loud."

"Ignore what I was thinking."

"Impossible. I have a b.o.n.e.r the size of the Aegean Sea."

Ilida giggled as she covered her mouth with her hand. Daedalus joined in.

"You make me laugh, Ilida."

He made her remember she was a woman with needs. She would remember that for the rest of her life. Did she want to abandon that right now?

"I'm going to miss you," he said as he cupped her right cheek.

She inhaled his scent of raspberries, copper, and a citrusy something. Her senses came alive around him. Shyly she lifted her fork and played with the sc.r.a.ps of collard greens on her plate. "Well, we could have-one last fling."

A sensuous smile raised the corners of his mouth. His blue-violet eyes danced. "Is Beverly with her boyfriend tonight?"

I kicked Ilida's front door open. She giggled as I kicked it closed while kissing her. Her fingers shook as she unb.u.t.toned my blazer, s.h.i.+rt. I inhaled the breath out of her lungs, feeling her lips yield to me. It was primal, shocking. A moan escaped my lips or hers. I couldn't tell. I didn't give a d.a.m.n.

My hands moved of their own accord to her hips, pushed her forward until she fell back on the plush rug. In the struggle to touch each other, she straddled me as we continued to kiss.

My c.o.c.k pushed against the zipper of my pinstriped pants, and she felt it, too. As I became aware of it, she moved against me. Her sweet, musky arousal clouded my thoughts as her heartbeat filled my ears.

Illy's skin...? Good G.o.d, I was touching her? I laughed hysterically to myself. Soft wool brushed the backs of my hands. I pulled her sweater up, off her arms, pushed one bra cup aside, and seized a nipple with my tongue.

She gasped, writhing on top of me. Air covered my chest as she pulled off my s.h.i.+rt. Her warm wet tongue licked around my nipple. Instantly it hardened to a nub. The shock, the shudder ran straight to my c.o.c.k.

She was overwhelmed. I sensed it. She wanted this, but was afraid. She didn't want to get hurt. This was our last time together.

I dreamed about this, wanted this mad touching with her. I didn't bother to s.h.i.+eld my thoughts. They were exposed to her.

My frantic hands unb.u.t.toned her pants, pulled the zipper down, pushed the leg opening of her panties aside. I grasped her head and rolled her over. With her comfortably tucked under me, I played with her curly mound; I wors.h.i.+pped her throat, licking and nipping hearing the blood pound through her precious artery.

"Daedalus," she moaned hotly.

She pushed my pants down. Lifting my a.s.s, I a.s.sisted her in freeing my c.o.c.k. She felt my a.s.s, cupped my b.a.l.l.s. They pinched from her sweet caress.

I slipped between her legs and with one hard push filled her to the hilt. Her inner walls cus.h.i.+oned and closed around me. She was slick, hot inside.

I rocked inside her over and over again. Her breath came quick and shallow in my ear. Her slick folds greased my entry and retreat.

It wasn't gentle and I couldn't be, even when she cried out for mercy. I wanted to savor every moment with her, but when she crazily moved under me, raising and lowering her hips against me, my c.o.c.k grew larger filling every s.p.a.ce. My control broke. I rutted her, thrusting hard and fast. Her ankles locked around my a.s.s. Her organs wept around me. Arching her back, she cried out and gave me her sweet pleasure.

Red saturated her furniture, Technicolor vision submerged. My primitive self took over. Triumphantly my fangs grew with the age-old need to take what was mine. I punctured her neck. Scalding hot from s.e.x, her blood pumped out overwhelming my mouth as I shot my s.e.m.e.n inside her.

She arched then flattened her back as I slurped from her neck. More of her arousal flooded around my c.o.c.k. Twin streams of blood-one curved around to the back of her neck, the other ran down to her breast. I licked them, still seeing in red. In this state, I had no choice but to obey. It frightened me, yet it gave me strength. Subconsciously, I knew what I was doing and couldn't give a rat's a.s.s.

Later, I discovered Ilida on her back neatly tucked under my arm: her head under my chin, and her arm around my waist. My hand was safely tucked between her legs. I don't do protective embraces. Her bra and panties lay on the floor next to her in pieces. Her skirt lay under the window.

It was hazy, but from the way I felt...I was sated. The taste of copper and her nipples hung around in my mouth.

What led up to this? I searched my mind and it came back to me. We were going to part ways. What a laugh. This isn't how you part ways. You say have a nice life, delete phone numbers from your cell and hope to never see the person again. I dreamed about this, wanted this mad s.e.x with her again. If only I could have controlled myself.

My c.o.c.k, hard as ever, was ready for seconds. It pulsed in punctuation, and why not? I was snug against her hairy folds. I'm a vampire werebat with over-sensitive skin. The hard nub of her c.l.i.toris pressed against me. Arousal and my c.u.m continued to seep out of her. My c.o.c.k bulged, nudged her. Greedy b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I'm in control now. I hope.

She couldn't be comfortable on the floor under me. I'm colossal compared to her pet.i.te frame. She moved her head to the side. Her bite marks visible. d.a.m.n! They were gruesome. Jagged edges of skin and blood outlined the one-quarter inch holes.