“You know, vampires traditionally bite people on the neck. There’s a great big vein there.” I blurt the words out and inwardly cringe a moment later. God, why am I like this? He could have just as easily drunk from my wrist. Except . . . I don’t want him to drink from my wrist. For some reason, I need him to drink from my neck. The thought of his mouth on my throat is echoing through all of my sexy fantasies.
