More. Eric wanted more.
The kiss inside the bar might have been for show to make a point to the fangbangers that had come, hoping to be his meal for the night. Not that a single one of them appealed to Eric. His hands tangled in Sookie’s hair, tugging gently and tilting her head one way or the other as their kisses got deeper. Her arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close, as if he was going anywhere unless she pushed him away.
His fangs were begging to be let loose. There was a lovely, pulsing target on her neck that was clearly desperate for a little attention. The palm of his hand brushed against that spot. Feeling her heartbeat, hearing its echo in his ears as her tongue massaged his like she had been doing it for years… It was overwhelming.
Without realizing it, his hand moved down her neck to come to rest on her chest above her heart. Eric felt the powerful thud of each beat, and when he pulled back to let her breathe his kisses continued down her neck until his lips were pressed against that magic spot. His fangs could no longer be contained, and it was their pressure against her skin that made Sookie remember herself.
“Eric,” her voice came out all breathy and uncertain. “Eric, no feeding on me here.”
A growl rumbled in his chest that made her shudder as he continued to kiss her neck. She just tasted so damn good. Self-control ceased to exist around her. Bite. Fuck. Rub. The words kept repeating in his head, over and over like a Buddhist chant.
Bite. Fuck. Rub.
Bite. Fuck. Rub.
“Eric,” Sookie tried again, pushing at him. The smell of her arousal was almost more than he could take, but he forced himself to back off.
To be continued. He wasn’t finished with her, not by a long shot.
Eric didn’t apologize before helping Sookie into the car. He put the paperwork he’d brought with him in the backseat, and then got behind the wheel. Sookie’s lips were swollen and smeared with lipstick. A glance in the mirror told him he was wearing it too.
“That color looks good on you,” Sookie said, and then reached over to wipe it off with her thumb. Eric grabbed a hold of her wrist and kissed each of her fingertips. “What’s going on here, Eric?” she asked when he released her.
He didn’t have an answer for her. Her guess was as good as his. There was passion in those kisses, but Eric did everything with passion. He fought passionately, argued passionately and he definitely kissed and fucked passionately. But what Sookie would want from him, more than passion, was commitment. That was what all humans wanted, particularly women. She would want him all to herself.
His senses of loyalty and honor would make it easy for him to give her that, but would it be a mistake to do it? Didn’t she deserve to have all the things every other human woman wanted?
“I don’t know,” Eric answered.
Sookie sat back in her seat, lost in her thoughts. Judging by the chewing she was giving her lip, she was battling with herself.
“What are you thinking?” Eric asked her. Maybe if they talked about it they could reach some sort of consensus.
“Getting attached would be a mistake, and I know if we keep this up I’m just going to get hurt in the end because I can’t stay with you, and everything I heard in the thoughts of others tonight tells me that you’ll just lose interest in me once the chase is over,” Sookie said, and to his surprise the words stung him.
Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what he wanted or what he was capable of giving her. Sookie didn’t ask him what he wanted and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. The ride back to his house was tense, and as soon as they were inside Sookie went upstairs. Eric didn’t follow. He figured it was best to give her some space.
If she wanted him she’d find him.
Eric looked over the papers Pam had left him, taking his time and reading things twice to keep from staring off into space. The house was almost silent until he heard Sookie talking on the phone upstairs while the bathtub filled.
“No, we’re fine, Nora. It’s just been a long day so I’ll be going to bed soon,” Sookie said. “He’s good, I think. I’m not sure where he is right now. It’s… a little awkward. No, he’s behaving himself. Nora! No, I’m not– oh be serious!”
Sookie was laughing. Eric had no clue what she was laughing about but he liked the sound of it. The two of them talked business for a few minutes before she got off the phone. Sookie came downstairs an hour later. She found Eric sitting in the living room with his papers stacked on the couch next to him.
She sat down on the coffee table in front of him, dressed in blush pink chemise that looked light as air… like it would be easy to rip off. The makeup had been washed off her face and she’d taken off all of her jewelry. Her hair was damp as well and smelled of coconut.
“I did some thinking,” Sookie said. Her hands fidgeted in her lap as she talked.
Eric put down the papers in his hands and waited for her to continue.
“I think it’s obvious there’s chemistry here, but I have a job to do and I can’t lose track of that. I really do appreciate everything you’re doing to help me and I don’t want to ruin what could be a very good working relationship because we’re attracted to each other. So I think the best thing to do is keep things as professional as possible,” Sookie said, but her tone betrayed the confidence she was trying to project.
Eric considered her sugguestion for a minute. Yes, it was the most logical option. It was certainly the cleanest, least messy way to go. It was also bullshit.
“Okay. If that’s what you want,” Eric agreed.
“It is,” Sookie said a little too quickly. “I’m glad we got that settled.”
Eric nodded and she started to get up, presumably to go upstairs for the night. “There’s just one thing,” he said.
“What’s that?” Sookie asked.
Eric leaned forward, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. Her lips immediately responded. She gave as good as she got, he’d give her that. Sookie didn’t push him away or try to break off the kiss. His hands snuck into her hair again and he listened for every moan and skip of her heartbeat until they had to stop so she could breathe.
“That wasn’t what I had in mind,” Sookie said with her eyes still closed.
“Me either,” Eric admitted. “Of course what I have in mind requires much less clothing.”
“And to think I told Nora that you’re behaving. Seriously, Eric, I don’t think we should–” Sookie didn’t get to finish because Eric’s lips were back on hers.
In her head it was simple cause and effect type stuff. Getting romantically involved with Eric would have consequences, but not getting involved would have consequences too. It was Nora that had convinced her over the phone to keep her wits about her. Falling for Eric’s charm would only cause trouble in the long run.
But every time Eric kissed her, or she kissed him, there was this charge that ran through her. For those moments the doubtful voice was silenced in her mind. Was that enough, though? She couldn’t be kissing Eric all the time. Those doubts were going to come back and her lack of experience with relationships prohibited Sookie from knowing if it was normal or not to feel the things she was feeling.
When Eric pulled her closer, Sookie went willingly. Like the night before she ended up straddling his lap and his hands roamed up and down her back. Eric’s lips trailed down to her neck and Sookie waited to feel his fangs there, but didn’t. What she did feel, when Eric pulled her closer by her hips, was what was going on in his tight leather pants. Years of seeing all sorts of sexual acts in the heads of others had taught her a few things, so even though the furthest Sookie had gone was getting felt up by JB du Rhone after the homecoming dance her senior year of high school, she had an idea of what to do.
But if she went there, that was a bell that couldn’t be unrung. So to go for it or to pull back… that was the question. The timing was all wrong. A voice of reason broke through, reminding her of all her earlier words. The job wasn’t to seduce the sexy as fuck vampire on top of her, it was to catch a killer.
“Eric, we have to stop.” Sookie turned her head away from him.
She could feel him looking down at her, analyzing her body language. It wasn’t easy for her to pull away, but it was the right thing to do. Eric backed off of her and reclaimed his seat on the couch.
Sookie wanted to apologize and explain herself further, but she had already told him how she felt. Eric had said nothing to convince her that she was wrong about any of it. If she gave in and let him have his way the thrill would be gone for him, but she would be left wanting something, someone she could never truly have.
To save herself any further embarrassment, Sookie scrambled off the couch and went up to her room. Maybe staying in Eric’s house was a mistake. Being so close to him obviously made her brain short circuit, and she needed to be sharp and focused. With that in mind, Sookie started to pack again.
Eric could hear Sookie packing her things upstairs. He fought with himself over the appropriate course of action, and fell back on the lessons Godric had taught him. Never get attached.
Letting Sookie go was the right thing.
He’d tasted her, kissed her, felt her passion and it rivaled his own. He couldn’t let her go. Not without a fight. In the blink of an eye he was standing in her bedroom doorway, watching her.
“Don’t go,” he said, and she jumped. But she didn’t stop packing either. “Sookie, stop.”
“This isn’t going to work, Eric. I’m too distracted and I need to focus,” Sookie said with determination. “The Authority didn’t send me here so I’d get laid. I have a job to do and I don’t think I can do it like this.”
Even without his blood inside her – a thought that he hadn’t entertained until just then – he knew her struggle better than she realized. Eric wasn’t accustomed to feeling like this. There was this clenching in his undead chest and his instincts were screaming at him not to let her walk out the door. There was unexpected dread at the thought of never seeing her again. All of the emotions competing inside him made Eric uncomfortable.
As if they had a mind of their own, Eric’s hands shot out and grabbed her hips in an almost possessive way. Sookie stopped moving. She was breathing hard and her heart was pounding in her chest. At least this decision wasn’t an easy one for her to make.
“Stay,” Eric urged, his lips close to her ear.
Whether she meant to or not, Sookie pressed back against him. She took her time, weighing her options yet again. He could appreciate her pragmatism since he was similar in nature. But even Eric knew this wasn’t time for pragmatism; it was time to trust her gut. Sookie pulled away from him and turned so they were face to face.
“We can’t keep this up, Eric. I’ll stay here because if I don’t, my cover is blown,” she said.
It wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but it was better than nothing. At least she wasn’t leaving. Yet.
But she would, eventually, and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all.