Part 11 (1/2)
”Like what?” Jo asked curiously.
”Food.” ”Food?” she echoed with surprise.
Nicholas nodded. ”Food becomes little more than a troublesome bother and we tend to lose our taste for it around one hundred and fifty or so.”
Jo raised her eyebrows, but supposed she could un-demand that. There were nights when she was trying to figure out what to make for dinner for herself and it just seemed a big bother.
She suspected after a hundred years, which would be around thirty-six thousand, five hundred dinners and as many lunches and breakfasts, she too would think, Why bother? But... Her gaze slid to the empty chicken bucket between them. If Nicholas was truly born in 1449 he was well over the hundred and fifty marker, yet was eating. Jo didn' t think for a minute that Charlie had eaten all that chicken on his own while she'd slept.
”And s.e.x,” Nicholas said suddenly, drawing her attention again.
Jo's eyes were incredulous as she asked, ”s.e.x? You can get tired of that?”
He shrugged and said almost apologetically, ”With non- life mates, it starts to become a lot like masturbation after a while.”
”Oh right, you can control them and make them do what you want,” she realized, and frowned, wondering if he'd done that with her. Had her pa.s.sion been real? It had certainly felt real. She'd ached for him with every part of her body. Or thought she had. ”So, was what we did-”
”It was real,” Nicholas interrupted firmly. ”I ca-didn' t control you or put thoughts or feeling in your mind. I never have with any woman, at least not intentionally,” he qualified with a frown.
She relaxed under the knowledge that he hadn't controlled her, and she did believe him when he said that. It might be foolish, she hardly knew the man, but when it came right down to it, Jo trusted Nicholas and had from the start. Just as Charlie did.
”So, s.e.x can become boring,” Jo commented, finding it hard to fathom.
”I'm afraid so,” Nicholas said solemnly. ”The best way to explain it is that it becomes just a function; repet.i.tive and boring. There's no real feeling for the other person when you know you can read and control them, and once you've sown your wild oats, so to speak, it's just not that interesting anymore.” He frowned and then glanced down and muttered, ”Until you encounter your life mate.”
”And what's it like with a life mate?” she asked quietly.
Nicholas sighed and looked unhappy as he admitted, ”Then it's all brand-new again; incredible, pa.s.sionate, all-consuming, and addictive. You can't get enough at first. Being in the same room with them makes your body hum and ache. Their scent is like an aphrodisiac, their smile makes you want to rip their clothes off, their touch makes you want to bury yourself deep inside them and stay there forever.” Jo swallowed. The man had lifted his gaze to her halfway through his words and his eyes were flaming that silver she'd noted earlier. She supposed it must have something to do with the nanos and the night vision thing, but didn' t ask. The hungry look in his eyes was making her squirm in her seat and goose b.u.mps rise on her skin. Jo was pretty sure her nipples were suddenly erect too; like a dog salivating at the sight of food, her body was responding to just his look.
”You can' t read me,” she said abruptly.
Nicholas stilled, his eyes losing some of their silver sheen and going wary. ”What makes you think that?”
”Oh, I don' t know,” Jo drawled. ”Maybe the fact that you said, 'I can' t read you' last night in this kind of wondering tone after trying to send me back to the house.”
”I was hoping you hadn' t caught that,” he muttered, flopping back unhappily in his chair.
Jo blinked. ”Let me get this straight. You can' t read me, and your appet.i.te for food and, I'd say,” she added dryly, ”s.e.x has returned?”
”Yes, but-”
”And according to you these are signs of a life mate. Yes?”
”Yes, but-”
”Also according to you,” she continued over him, ”life mates are rare and as wonderful as an oasis in the desert?”
”Yes, but-”
”But you don't want me,” Jo finished for him bitterly, and then asked, ”What? You're gay?
'Cause I have to say, if you're gay, you did a very good imitation of a straight guy here this afternoon.”
”I'm not gay,” Nicholas a.s.sured her on a sigh.
”And yet you don't want me... me, your life mate,” she said with feigned good cheer. ”Weird, huh?”
”It's not that I don' t want you, Jo,” he said, and then cursed with frustration and admitted, ”Jesus, all I can think about is you. I nearly gave myself hypothermia taking a cold shower this afternoon, then nearly scalded myself with a hot one to warm up after, and I still can't think of anything but you. You naked, you half naked, or even you not naked but in a short little skirt that I pull up so I can bury myself in you.”
Jo blinked as that image rose up in her mind. She didn't normally wear skirts, but she had one or two for special occasions and did have one little black leather number that would be perfect for what he suggested. If she'd been wearing it last night, Jo suspected Nicholas would have tugged it up and they'd have gotten a lot further than kisses and caresses before they'd been interrupted by the sounds from the men in the garage.
d.a.m.n, Jo realized with dismay, just a couple of words had gotten her hot all ove r again.
Sighing, she said, ”So what's the problem? You want me, I want you...” Jo paused and frowned, and then said, ”Of course, I'm not talking marriage or anything here. We need to get to know each other better and I am very busy. But I wouldn't be averse to the occasional dinner or movie followed by really hot s.e.x.”
”Jo,” Nicholas said quietly, and reached across the table, holding his hand out.
She placed her hand in his and felt a quiver of excitement s.h.i.+ver its way up her arm and then spread through her body when his fingers closed over hers. Jeez, she had it bad, Jo acknowledged, and then noted the way Nicholas stiffened, swallowed, and closed his eyes and suspected he was having a similar reaction. They both had it bad, and really she'd had enough talking, they should move this discussion to the bed and talk with their bodies, she thought faintly, running her thumb softly over the back of his hand. Nicholas released her at once and sat up.
”I want you,” he admitted grimly, and his eyes were glowing silver again.
Jo suspected that was a tell with him. Like an inbuilt mood ring; when his eyes were sky blue, he was serene. Molten silver meant hot and h.o.r.n.y. Which was fine with her, she was feeling rather hot and bothered herself.
”But I can' t claim you,” Nicholas added firmly.
”Claim me?” she echoed blankly, and then gave a laugh. ”You make me sound like lost luggage, Nicholas. No one can claim me. I have free will.”
When Nicholas looked all mournful and sad and merely shook his head, Jo rolled her eyes.
She supposed it was some tortured vampire thing she didn't understand, but she wasn' t in the mood for it, her body was still tingling from just holding hands with him, not to mention the memories of what they'd done earlier.
Standing, Jo moved around the table and dropped into his lap. She slid her arms around his shoulders and said, ”Fortunately for you, I'm free and willing.”
”Jo,” he said sadly, but she didn' t want to hear it and covered his mouth with her own.
Nicholas kept his mouth closed and reached for her arms, presumably to push her away, but the moment she let her tongue slide out to run over his lips, he froze.
Jo smiled, and then slid her lips to his ear and nibbled briefly before whispering, ”I ache for you.”
Nicholas sucked in a harsh breath, and then it was like something snapped. Suddenly his head jerked around so his lips could claim hers, and he launched himself to his feet with her in his arms. In one quick step he was tumbling her to the bed, and then the phone rang. ”Ignore it,” Nicholas growled, leaning to tug her borrowed T-s.h.i.+rt out of her jeans and push it up to reveal her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
Jo gasped as he bent his head to suck the nipple of one into his mouth, and then scowled with irritation as the phone rang again. She never had been able to ignore a ringing phone. It might be something important. Cursing under her breath, Jo reached out to grab the phone and pulled it to her ear, gasping, ”h.e.l.lo?” as Nicholas drew on her nipple, sending excitement rocketing through her.
”Mrs. Smith? This is the front desk. There's a pizza delivery here for you.”
”Oh... um... yes,” Jo moaned as Nicholas pressed a hand between her legs. Shaking her head, she reached down to push his hand away, and cleared her throat before muttering, ”That's fine. Send him...” She paused on a gasp as Nicholas nipped lightly at her nipple.