Or threatened her in any fashion.
Funny, she’d never found protective, he-man types attractive before. Then again, he wasn’t some posturing roid-junkie with gym-honed muscles and a chest-thumping attitude toward people who cut in line at Starbucks or tollbooths.
He was the real deal.
He was… unlike anything she had ever met before in her life.
Well, duh, he was her one and only vampire.
Feeling like she was getting way too deep, she glanced over at her washer and got back to her feet. “You need some clothes.”
“You mean this towel makes my ass look big? Is that what you’re trying to say?”
Over at her dryer, she popped the Maytag’s door. “Your ass is perfect.”
“Oh, my God, you’re making me blush—but keep going.” His voice deepened. “What else do you like about my body.”
As she flushed, she fished out the load she’d put in there three days ago. No Peanuts-happiness-is-warm-laundry going on. The stuff was cold as a corpse.
“I like that you know how to use it in a fight, how’s that,” she answered.
“I can do other things with it.” When she lifted an eyebrow in his direction, he put up his palm. “Not the time. I totally agree.”
Sifting through all kinds of sweatpants and hoodies and leggings, her classic dark load, she tried to find the biggest sizes. Good job she liked things loose.
“Here, try these.”
As she walked back over to him, she considered the long list of never-before’s that had rolled out tonight. Never-would-believe’s. Never-would-forget’s.
He was the latter, she thought. She was going to indelibly remember him whenever he left to go back into his world.
Assuming he let her.
“Thanks,” he said as he took the clothes.
“I’ll avert my eyes to give you privacy.”
“What if I’d rather put on a show for you?” He closed his lids and shook his head. “Sorry. I’m trying to stay on my side of the bed—line. Boundary. Fuck.”
Erika felt herself smile, and didn’t bother hiding it. “You’re funny.”
“Any chance you find funny males attractive? Will it work in my favor—” He pursed his lips. “I’ma just shut up and get my naughty bits covered.”
Turning away, she put her head in her hands and laughed. Then told herself to lose the modesty routine. They were grown adults, who, P.S., had been very horizontal right up until he’d had that weird feeling—
“How did they know to put your cell in my bag?” she asked into her palms.
“V’s a smart guy. He knew I wasn’t going to leave you.”
“So I guess he found my driver’s license and that’s how he knew my address.”
“No offense, but he doesn’t need your government ID to find you. What do you think?”
“I think he’s good with a computer then—”
“I mean about my change in wardrobe.”
Erika turned back around—“Oh. My.”
Balthazar looked like he’d been shrink-wrapped in sweatshirt material—and not only was everything tight, it was way too short. There was a four-inch band of bareness around his waist and big gaps at his wrists and his ankles. On her body, everything was all kinds of room-to-grow. On him, the Nike-wear turned him into a birthday present.
And what a present he would be to rip open—
Clearing her throat, Erika tried to get back on track. “I’m sorry I don’t have anything larger—God, you’re huge.”
He clasped his hands to the center of his chest. “You say the sweetest things—oh, wait, were you just talking about how tall I am?”
As her face flushed, she smiled again—and God, she loved this back-and-forth. It was a reminder of how long it had been since anything had made her… happy.
“You know,” she murmured, “this is not supposed to be fun. Hiding in my basement from whatever the hell we’re hiding from is just not supposed to be fun.”
Balthazar came forward, that body of his moving lithely. And when he stopped right in front of her, his eyes traveled from the crown of her head to the shoes on her feet.
“You don’t want fun?” he said as he brushed her face with his hand. “Well, then, we can change up the mood anytime you want.”
“To what?” she breathed.
His response was spoken in a low, erotic tone. “You decide.”
* * *
As Balz stood in front of Erika, here was what he knew to be true: There was no one and nothing in her house.