“I should give you a little break to recover.”
He took her hand and led it to his erection. “No need.”
She propped her head up on her arm and looked at him. “I don’t understand this. How is it possible that you are hard again? It’s only been two minutes since you’ve made love to me.”
He threw up his hands. “Believe me, this is new to me too.”
Maybe not entirely new. As a vampire, he did have a lot more stamina than a human male. But nevertheless, it was unusual for him. “I just need to be in the same room with you, and I have a hard-on. It’s not exactly something I can control.” He’d picked up on the fact that she called it making love rather than having sex. Was that what she felt, that he’d made love to her? Was he capable of making love? It would imply more than just the physical aspect of joining their bodies: it would mean emotions were involved.
“I’m not complaining; I’m just surprised.” Delilah smiled at him while she gently ran her finger down his cock.
“For all I know, you’ve put a spell on me.” He gazed into her eyes and tried to understand why he reacted to her body the way he did. Why he couldn’t get enough of her and wanted her again so soon.
Several hours and lovemaking sessions later, Delilah finally seemed to get sleepy.
“Sweetness, when you wake up in the morning, I won’t be here.”
“Why not?” She seemed disappointed that he wouldn’t wake up with her. And he would have liked to.
“I have meetings all day and have to get going early,” Samson lied. “But I’ll see you when you get back in the evening. I’ll ask Oliver to take care of you tomorrow.”
“Take care of me?”
“He’s going to be your bodyguard for the day.”
“I don’t need a bodyguard,” she protested and yawned. “That’s really overkill.”
“You’ve been attacked twice. I think you can’t be careful enough.”
“I’m not some kind of celebrity who needs a bodyguard. I can take care of myself.” Her voice had taken a harsher tone than he’d heard from her before. Why was she resisting his offer?
“I can’t be with you during the day, and I won’t be able to concentrate on anything if I can’t be sure you’re safe. That thug is still out there, and he’ll try it again if he gets a chance.”
“Samson, you can’t just take over my life like that. I was able to take care of myself up until two days ago. I really don’t need this.”
She seemed adamant about her refusal. There it was again, that control issue she had. As the auditor she wanted to control all aspects of her life. Except maybe sex. There she’d given control over to him, and he’d gobbled it up like a starving man.
But when it came to everything else, it seemed she didn’t want to relinquish control to him or anybody else, and arguing with her wouldn’t work.
“Please, Delilah. Do it for me.”
“Samson, that’s really ridiculous. I don’t need a bodyguard.”
Delilah wasn’t going to win this argument, not if he could help it. Either way, Oliver would protect her tomorrow, even if he had to force her to accept it and use mind control to achieve it. But he preferred not to use so drastic a measure.
“What if the shoe was on the other foot?”
She opened her eyes wide. “That’s not fair.”
“Who says I’m fighting fair? What if I was the one in danger? I should hope that you would want me safe; unless of course, you didn’t care about what happened to me.”
When Samson looked at her face and noticed her frown, he knew he had won her over.
“Okay, but I do have to go to work.”
He greeted her concession with a kiss. “You won’t even notice he’s there.”
“Yeah, right.”
Moments later she snuggled into his chest, and her eyelids fell closed. Samson couldn’t sleep yet. His body wasn’t tired enough despite the physical exercise he’d gotten. He glanced at the half-empty condom box. He’d continued using them despite the fact that one of them had ripped and despite the fact that he’d told her she had nothing to worry about from him.
He would have much rather liked to go au natural to get an even more intense feel of her body. Maybe tomorrow night. He knew there had to be a next night. He was nowhere near done with her. Dr. Drake had been wrong when he thought having sex with her would turn him back into his former self. It hadn’t. Yes, his erection problems were gone, but now he had a whole different problem on his hands: he was becoming addicted to her.