Of course, as a vampire he could always force her, but he didn’t want to. He wanted her to come to him of her own free will. He had the feeling that sex with Delilah was much more satisfying when she wanted him. The thought of forcing her gave him a strange sense of guilt.
“Financial stuff. It’s really not that interesting.”
It sounded like she didn’t want to talk about it. Being the hunter he was deep down, he felt the challenge rise to get an answer.
“Try again.” To encourage her, he placed soft kisses on her sexy ass.
“What?” She turned her head back to him and gave him an inquisitive look.
“Let me get this right. You don’t want to tell me what you do?” Samson propped himself up.
She cringed. “Because it’s really not that interesting. And once I tell you, you’ll think I’m boring just because of what I do.”
“Issues, issues. There’s no way I could ever look at you and think you’re boring.” His eyes deliberately scanned her naked back and ass. No, boring was definitely not the right adjective to describe her. Luscious, hot, sensual, but not even those words could really capture what he saw.
“You’re going to laugh.”
“Have a little faith in my abilities to control myself.”
“I’m an auditor.”
“An auditor?” he repeated before he felt a stifled laugh build in his chest. He tried to suppress a grin, but too late. She was worried he’d find her boring because she was an auditor? That was just too funny.
“You can audit me anytime.”
“I could count and measure all your parts to make sure everything’s where it should be.”
“You’d better have a real large measuring tape on you.”
A second later a pillow hit him in the face.
“I knew it! Go ahead, make fun of the little auditor—but it won’t be original. I’ve heard every joke before.”
Samson snatched the pillow and threw it right back at her, starting a pillow fight. He knew she wasn’t mad at him when he heard her giggle. Delilah rolled and hit him with another pillow which he immediately appropriated before immobilizing her by pinning her down underneath him. She panted. He kissed her before he released her again.
“What made you want to be an auditor?”
“It was just something I was good at.” She appeared reluctant to talk about her career choice.
“But you didn’t know that before you started the job. There must have been something that interested you.”
“It wasn’t really interest in the job, more like … I don’t know, the fact that I could be in control of something.”
The answer surprised him. Delilah didn’t strike him as a control freak. “I’m not quite sure I get that. What do you mean by control? Did you want to be the boss?” She was a strong woman. He could certainly see her as a leader in her field.
She shook her head. “Nothing like that. I wanted to control risk, to make sure things didn’t go wrong.”
“But is that really what you do now? Control risk?” As if she was afraid of something. What could she fear?
“In a small way, yes. I make sure things get fixed when they go wrong. I find the culprit and correct the situation. It eliminates risk in the future.”
“Why is that so important to you?” Samson was curious now. Why was a gorgeous woman like her interested in such a seemingly mundane field? Shouldn’t she be interested in something more feminine?
“Because some outcomes can hurt people. If I can reduce risk, I can reduce bad situations.” Interesting concept.
“And people won’t get hurt?”
She nodded.
“Couldn’t you help people better if you’d become a doctor instead?” It seemed like a much more straightforward path to helping people if that was what she wanted to do.
She waved him off. “God, no! I get nauseous at the sight of blood. Figures I can handle, blood I can’t.”
Samson swallowed hard. If she couldn’t handle blood, it could definitely be a problem later when … What the hell was he thinking about? There wouldn’t be a later. She’d never have to deal with blood. He wouldn’t bite her.
Time to change the subject. Fast.
He pinned her down once more, imprisoning her wrists and lowering his head. Her breath mingled with his. “You’re the most exciting woman I’ve ever met.” Too abrupt a change of subject? Maybe, but she didn’t seem to care.
“Is that why you’re hard again?” His erection was hard to miss, pressed against her warm thigh.