“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“Next time,” she growled, outraged afresh. “What makes you — oooh — think there will be a ‘next time’, you egotistic sod?” Putting a hand in between her throat and his mouth, she pushed slightly. “Should’ve eaten werewolf instead of letting them eat you.” Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and shoved down, wriggling her hips out of the tight fabric.
“Haha,” he muttered, tossing her jeans across the room and climbing back over her. “Keep up that attitude and I’ll take a bite out of you,” he warned, kissing her neck again and shifting so he was between her legs. He ran his hands up her sides and over her breasts, up to her neck. He pressed their lips together again roughly and rocked his hips against hers.
“I’m poisonous,” Summer responded, reaching out for him and sliding her hands up over his back and into his hair. She scraped her fingernails through the dark waves, meeting his roughness with equal ferocity, and bit at his mouth again. A choked moan escaped her throat while she wrapped her legs around his thighs.