“I want a kiss.” Walker’s words felt like a caress. “Just a kiss? Where’s your imagination?” I teased. He hummed low in his throat. “I didn’t say where.” His voice was a low, seductive promise. A thrill ran through me, and every part of me wanted to jump him there and then, except one little, annoying part of my brain that said that perhaps we should make him work for it. Oddly enough, that thrilled the new vampiric part of me too.
