“Peter kissed me the way a man on the cusp of drowning breathes. Gasping and desperate. His mouth tasted of the meal he'd drunk before finding me in the bar, of the breath mints he'd probably chewed to cover it up, yet I burned for this. For him.” KissingVampire RomanceSexual Desire Book:Road Trip With a Vampire Source: Road Trip With a Vampire
“I know about kissing, Cassie." He sounded genuinely affronted, and I cringed at what I'd just implied--- even as my knees went weal at the implication of what he'd just said. He'd been alive--- or, his equivalent of alive--- for hundreds of years. He'd probably kissed hundreds of people. Maybe thousands. In fact--- he was probably really good at kissing. "I'm sure you do," I said, too flustered to look at his face anymore. My gaze drifted down to his ridiculous apron. This Guy Rubs His Own Meat. I flushed deeper with the awkwardness of this entire situation. How was any of this happening?” KissingVampire RomanceSexual Innuendo Book:My Roommate Is a Vampire Source: My Roommate Is a Vampire