“Talon.”
She was so fucking wet, my dick surged painfully. “You want out, say so right now. Otherwise, I’m done holdin’ back.” My lips on her throat, my palm rubbing over her nipple, I fingered her wet pussy and let my hands and tongue show her what she was getting herself into.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
I picked her up. Carrying her into my bedroom, I kicked the door shut and gently laid her on my bed. “The stitches?” I reached into my nightstand for a condom.
Her fingers feathered across her thigh. “They’re fine.”
I threw the condom on the bed and climbed over her. Studying her in the blue cast from the alarm clock, I looked for any sign that she’d regret this but I couldn’t see a fucking thing past the controlled expression I wanted to wipe off her face.
Slow, I dragged my hands up her waist, taking her T-shirt with me. She lifted her arms and I pulled it over her head. Fighting the urge to flip her and pound into her from behind, I leaned down and touched my lips to her flat stomach. The smell of her desire almost threw me over the edge. I swirled my tongue across her hip bone, swearing to myself I was going to give her a slow burn she’d never forget. I didn’t give a shit about the problem waiting for me in the living room. I was going to take all day tasting her, touching her, sinking inside her every which way I’d imagined.
I hooked my fingers in her thong and looked up. Her hair wild, her lips wet from my kiss, she was stunning. Stunning and not casual.
“I’m not makin’ any promises. Here and now, that’s what I’m offerin’.” I hated myself for saying it. More, I hated the thought of it. I wanted this girl more than I wanted my next breath but I didn’t have shit to offer except making her come. And I’d be a fucking idiot if I ignored the fact she was in my bed only days after walking away from the years she’d given her ex.
“I know.”
“Do you?” I challenged, no longer sure who I was trying to protect.
Her eyes dark with need, she covered my hand with hers. Holding my gaze, she used my fingers to pull her underwear over her hips.
Blood rushed to my dick and I dragged the silky material down her legs. I stood up to drop my boxers, but when I took in the sight of her on my bed, all the air left my lungs.
I stared.
I couldn’t count how many women I’d slept with—but the number of women who stole my breath? The first time I laid eyes on my wife and the night Blaze brought Layna to my house. But right now, seeing Siren on my bed, I couldn’t remember what those two other times felt like.
My heart pounding, my body throbbing with desire, Siren didn’t just take my breath away, she stole my reason. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.”
Her knee fell open a few inches.
The small movement had the effect of a tsunami. Need, sharp and painful, surged through me. I didn’t fall at women’s feet. I didn’t want women like this. I kept my shit in check. Always. But this?
Jesus fuck.
I wasn’t keeping my distance. There were no bullshit compliments rolling off my tongue. I wasn’t half in the game, waiting to get off. I was ripping my boxers off and crawling up her like my dick was seeing pussy for the first time. Trailing hurried kisses up her thigh, I went straight for her pussy and drove my tongue into her.
Her loud gasp echoed through the bedroom and her whole body jerked in response.
I pushed her uninjured leg wide open and fucked her with my mouth. Perfect and tight, she tasted like a kind of heaven I didn’t deserve.
“Talon.” Her breathy voice called my name like a fucking plea.
I sucked her clit between my teeth and dragged my tongue across the sensitive nerves. My scent all over her from last night mixed with the taste of her arousal and I fought for control. “So fuckin’ perfect,” I growled, feeling possessive as hell.
She grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved my head closer.
I chuckled. “You like that, Siren?” I did it again.
Her back came off the bed and I couldn’t wait another second. My balls drew tight, the nerves at the base of my spine threatening to let go; I needed to be inside her. Flipping her over, fisting my hard-as-shit cock, I ran my tongue up her scar.
“Stop.” Her whole body stiffened.
Taken completely off guard, I froze.
Fists clenched, chest heaving, she twisted to her side.
“Siren?”
She curled in on herself.
Alarmed, I reached for her but she shrunk away from my touch and hid her face behind her hair.
Then suddenly I got it.
“Hey, hey, darlin’. Deep breath.” Slow and deliberate, I leaned down and kissed her temple. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” I wrapped my hand around her thigh and grasped just tight enough to reassure her. When she didn’t pull away, I moved my hand up and held her hip. “You hear me?”