Kissed by a Vampire. Caridad Pineiro

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      Suddenly, that emotion evaporated, chased away by unexpected reactions: sorrow and need.

      He sensed her despair mingled with a long-denied desire for love.

      Her sharp gasp at his discovery broke the mental connection she had established.

      As their gazes met, he realized that she had allowed him to see more than she had wanted to reveal. That she had exposed a piece of herself she had probably kept sheltered from others for quite a long time. Maybe she had even kept those emotions buried deep within herself because to acknowledge them was dangerous.

      In her gaze he saw what she expected him to do with that revelation—that he use that vulnerability against her. Maybe even abuse that unintended admission, it occurred to him, sensing that beneath her bluster she had suffered in her life. That she wasn’t as all-powerful as she wished for him to believe.

      But he also sensed that, despite the hardship, she had somehow survived and possessed great mental fortitude.

      Her strength proved even more enticing to him than her attractive physical shell. Because of that, he would not abuse the weakness she had exposed to him. Gently he took her hand into his and softly said, “Thank you.”

      “Thank you?” she repeated, clearly shocked by his actions.

      “Yes, thank you. Since that night I’ve doubted my sanity at times. I’ve relived every minute through nightmares. More often than was good. And I’ve suffered as I wondered if I was losing my mind,” he confessed, offering her his own weaknesses.

      Would she abuse that disclosure or provide him yet another reason to be interested in her? he wondered.

      “There are scarier things than dreams that can come to you at night,” she said, with-drawing her hand from his, clearly unused to such gentleness or gratitude.

      “Like you?” he challenged, arching one brow as he took another sip of his wine.

      His comment dragged a devilish smile to her full lips.

      “You should be afraid of me,” she said, but it was almost as if she was trying to remind herself of what she was since whatever connection had occurred between them had somehow lessened her scariness factor.

      “I’ll try to remember that,” he joked, earning a broadening of her smile.

      She had a beautiful one, but he somehow knew it didn’t come easily. It didn’t fit the persona she preferred to show to the world. A persona she had likely adopted to protect herself from the earlier hurt she had inadvertently revealed to him.

      But the smile fit this human persona she was showing him quite nicely.

      Picking up a piece of cheese and topping it with a paper-thin slice of serrano ham, he brought it to her lips. Seemingly understanding that he wasn’t going to press further about the fateful night of their first meeting, she opened her mouth and accepted his offering, but as she did so, she playfully bit his thumb and said, “Tasty.”

      He grinned, and when she mimicked his actions, presenting him with a bite of cheese and ham, he grasped her hand and accepted the food. Licked the tip of her index finger before sucking it into his mouth.

      “Tastier,” he said, playing her game.

      Stacia barely controlled the shiver that worked through her body and the painful need his actions roused.

      “Why are you doing this?” She was confused by what he thought he would accomplish, as well as sensing this was one human who was going to be quite difficult to control.

      “Because I don’t believe in monsters or things that go bump in the night.”

      He was testing her, not that she would be stupid enough to morph into her demon in so public a place.

      “Maybe when we finish, we should go somewhere private so I can eliminate any doubts you might have.”

      “Maybe” was all he said as he picked up an olive and popped it into his mouth. Followed that up with a piece of bread and cheese before he said, “What were you doing tonight at the Widget?”

      “Seasoning a prospective meal,” she answered honestly, needing to create distance between them because she was feeling too exposed. “What were you doing there?”

      Alex sipped his wine. “Looking for a man.”

      “You didn’t strike me as a switch-hitter.” Stacia chuckled and then took an olive from the assorted tapas on the table and popped it into her mouth.

      After a hearty laugh, Alex leaned closer and said, “The man might have a connection to a friend’s missing daughter.”

      So he had been on the job, she thought, wondering what he did here in Miami. Whether it was the same kind of work that had nearly gotten him killed in New York. Realizing that discretion was necessary as long as they were in public, she also shifted closer and asked as softly as she could, “Is it part of your assignment here?”

      “It’s part of what I do.” The silence that followed those few words confirmed to her that there was little else he could say without compromising his position. Because she didn’t want the night to end since she was enjoying his presence, she asked, “Did you grow up in Miami?”

      “Born and raised, although my parents came here from Cuba.”

      “Ah, Cuba. It was a beautiful place the last time I visited.” She didn’t add that her visit had been in the 1600s, but somehow he understood not to ask.

      “And you? Where were you—”

      “Lived and died in Rome,” she immediately answered, hardening his earlier smile into a tight, thin line.

      “If I believe what all logic says, I shouldn’t—”

      “Believe,” she urged, understanding his conflict and the angst it brought him in his nightmares. Believing was a first step to dealing with all that upset and accepting the truth about what she was.

      About what had really happened that night. Maybe then he could drive those bad dreams from his mind.

      “If I believe what you say as true, then I guess it would seem right to ask how old you were when … you know, when it happened?”

      “It” being her turning, she assumed. Her death as a human and resurrection as a vampire. But it had been quite a long time since she had told that tale and she wasn’t quite ready to repeat it tonight. Especially not to him. He had already touched parts of her psyche that had been closely guarded for centuries.

      “That’s a long story that I think would be better told at some other time.”

      Alex appeared to accept her reluctance and backed away. “Some other time, then,” he said and motioned to the tapas remaining on the table. “Would you like a bit more? If not, I’ll walk you home.”

      She shook her head. “That gallant gesture is wasted on me. I’m more than capable—”

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