Page 41 of The Vampire’s Temptation

Finally, he placed his hand on her back. But this was no massage.

“Lawrence?” she managed to get out.

Three fingers lowered to the top of her spine, warm and welcome, and trailed a path downward, stopping just above the blanket that fell across her waist.

“A misunderstanding,” he drawled.

She couldn’t concentrate.

“He thought I was here to harm you, and as you know, I thought the same. But you are no danger to our kind, and therefore, we are no danger to you.”

Did he say “our kind?” What the hell was that supposed to mean? Somehow she knew from the start there was something different about him and Lawrence. But what exactly? And Lord, if she could find the will to care at the moment. Kenton’s feather-light touch robbed her of all coherent thought.

Skating back toward her shoulders, his fingers teased with the skill of one who had done this many, many times before.

Given his looks, and his confident swagger, she didn’t doubt it.

“In fact,” he said, running his hand deliciously close to the swell of her breast, “I plan to prove as much to you.”

She mourned the loss of his touch immediately when he pulled away.

“I will pick you up at seven.”

What the—

She spun around, but sure enough, Kenton was gone.