Her back stiffened in surprise.
I fingered a strand of her silky blonde hair. “Do you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?”
“The dress I had on that night,” she said quietly.
Staring into those complex eyes, I fought to restrain myself. I wanted her small body in my arms and her taste in my mouth. The memory of this morning taunting me, all I could think about was kissing her. “Do you know what I thought when I first saw you?” I traced her bottom lip with my thumb.
She didn’t answer.
A bar full of women and she’d stood out like a fucking sunrise. Yeah, I’d noticed her. I’d noticed her under Randy’s arm. I’d noticed how she hadn’t looked at any other guy. I’d noticed how nothing in her expression had given away a single emotion, except one thing had stood out above all else. “You were fuckin’ beautiful—and miserable.”
“Talon.” My name whispered across her lips.
The air between us snapped and I almost lost my train of thought. All my blood rushing south, my voice low and rough, I gave her the truth, “I saw through you.”
She grabbed a handful of my shirt and my mouth was on hers.
I sank my tongue into her heat and fucking lost it. One hand tangled in her hair, the other caught the back of her knee and I wrapped her leg around my waist. Pushing into her, I kissed her. I kissed her to feel. I kissed her to forget. And I kissed her because I was fucking desperate for her.
Groaning into my mouth, she pressed into me like she needed me as much as I needed her and I got off on it.
I didn’t ask permission. I pushed her underwear aside and stroked. My fingers came away wet and I growled. “I’m gonna make you come so fuckin’ hard.” Commanding her mouth, stroking through her heat, I sunk two fingers inside her and she melted into me.
We both groaned.
“Jesus, Siren.” Hot and so fucking tight, she clamped down on my hand and my dick throbbed in response.
Her head fell back and I ran my tongue across her throat. My fingers deep inside her, I nipped then sucked her flesh against my teeth because I wanted to fucking mark her as mine. The wild, uncontained cry coming from her lips only spurred me on. Dragging my mouth along her neck, leaving openmouthed kisses, I brought my lips to her ear. “Next time it’s going to be your clit between my teeth.” Grinding my palm against her, I gave her a taste of what I’d do to her if we were both naked.
“Talon,” she cried, grasping my arms.
“Let it go, Siren.” I curled my fingers and stroked in and out of her. Feeling how close she was, I rubbed her clit hard and demanded she give me a piece of herself. “Come.”
As if her body was made for me to command, she fell apart in my arms. Constricting around my fingers, her legs shaking, she said my name over and over. I gripped a handful of her hair, sunk my tongue into her mouth and devoured her with a kiss. My balls drew tight and I could’ve come on the spot.
I rode out her orgasm with her and when her leg fell away from my waist, I slowly pulled my hand out. Her eyes closed, her breathing heavy, she was so damn gorgeous, I could’ve stared at her all day but I wasn’t finished. “Look at me.”
Lazy, hooded, her eyes met mine.
I put my fingers in my mouth.
Heat flared behind her eyes as I sucked the taste of her off my hand then covered my lips with her scent. I groaned, thinking about how sweet she’d be when I finally got my mouth on her. Still gripping her hair, I brought her in for a kiss and her soft moan filled my head with images of her under me naked.
Reluctantly, I released her and touched my lips to her forehead. “That wasn’t me takin’ advantage. That was me makin’ you feel good.”
She opened her mouth to speak but I put a finger to her lips.
“Leave it.” I didn’t want to know what she was going to say. “I’ll be home after six.” I dropped my hand and walked out with a raging fucking hard-on.
The shop was busy all afternoon. Not wanting to deal with Kendall’s shit, I’d sent her home after I’d gotten back from lunch. A few minutes after four, my cell rang. I looked at the display and smiled. “What’s up, gorgeous?”
“Talon?” Siren asked tentatively.
I straightened, my smile dropping. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh. Nothing. I was just wondering if you were going to be here for dinner? Do you want me to cook?”
Relief washed through me that her prick ex hadn’t shown back up. “One-handed?”
“I can manage.”
Jesus, I loved the softness to her voice. “I’m sure you can but you’re gonna take it easy on that wrist. I’ll pick up a couple of steaks and grill ’em.” I no longer gave a fuck that I was catering to her. This should’ve been a huge red flag but I was still riding the high from making her come apart in my arms. If I was smart, I’d put some distance between us but I wasn’t thinking with my head or my dick. I was so caught up in not having the weight of the grief I’d carried for two fucking years bearing down on me that I wasn’t going to do shit to fuck with the high I was feeling. If I was only going to get a week, I was taking it.