Talon (Uncompromising #1)(97)
She shivered. “Having a child around will make things…different.”
I leaned back and took her chin so I could see her eyes. “You worried about somethin’?”
Concern etched across her face. “Everything’s going to change.”
The thought of the child in that picture, her angelic face a carbon copy of her mother’s, imagining the two of them together, it did something to me. Like a lost part of the puzzle clicked into place. Maybe it was seeing Layna lose her baby a few months ago, or maybe it was the life I had stolen from me when Leigh died, but I wasn’t going to let this child slip away. I was going to find Maddie and I was going to give Siren her daughter back.
I rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip and leaned in. “I hope so. I want two beautiful Archer women to wake up to.” Slow and sweet, I sank my tongue into her sexy mouth.
The kiss went from zero to sixty in a heartbeat. My dick throbbed, my body curved around hers, and she became my world. All I could think about was being inside her, pounding into her tight heat and hearing my name cross her lips as she came apart underneath me.
I gripped two handfuls of her hair and forced myself to pull back. “Damn, Siren. I’ve got no control around you.”
“I don’t want you to.” Her voice was breathless and husky.
She was so damn sexy, I groaned. “With three other men on board, trust me, you do.”
She smiled. She fucking smiled.
“Hot damn.” I grinned. “That’s my girl. I was missin’ that smile.”
As quick as it had shown up, her smile disappeared. “Am I?” she asked innocently.
I stilled. A hundred thoughts ran through my head with a hundred different ways to answer her. But deep down, I knew what this woman needed. And it wasn’t a guy who gave her any bullshit. “Every way a woman can belong to a man, you belong to me, Siren.”
“Why?” she asked cautiously. “You could have your pick of any woman, someone without all the baggage I have.”
Her ice-cream analogy that first night popped into my head and I smiled. “You ever been surfin’?”
She shook her head.
“When you first hook a wave, a punch of adrenaline hits your gut, giving you a high you can’t imagine.” I ran the back of my fingers across her jaw. “Then you settle in for what you hope is the best ride of your life.” I threaded my hand into her hair. “You fly across the water like you’re soaring through the air but better because it’s faster, harder and louder. Then a last curl brings you down, you look over your shoulder and it hits you—you just rode the perfect wave. But instead of being satisfied, you paddle back out hopin’ to recreate the magic.” I leaned in and her breath touched my skin like an offshore breeze. “I’m done paddlin’ out because I found my magic. You’re my perfect wave.”
Shy and so fucking sweet it made my heart trip, her smile came back.
“Oh darlin’, that smile’s a loaded weapon. It could bring a man to his knees.”
Humor flushed her cheeks. “You’re sitting.”
I gripped her waist and dragged her on top of me. “So are you.”
Her small hands grasped my face and she turned serious. “Thank you,” she said with quiet reverence. “For everything.”
“I haven’t done anythin’ yet.” I pushed her hair behind her ears. “When you’re holdin’ her in your arms, then you can thank me.”
“I will.” Her soft lips covered mine.
“Hey.” André cleared his throat. “None of that.”
My hands snaked up her back and I deepened the kiss for a second before I let her go. “I can’t kiss my woman?” I asked André, not taking my eyes off Siren.
She blushed a pretty shade of pink.
“Kiss, yeah, but dry hump in a small ass plane? No.” André stood and stretched then moved to a seat next to us. He smiled at Siren. “Hello.” He held his hand out. “I’m André Luna.”
A tentative smile touched her lips and she glanced at me then shook André’s hand. “Hello.”
André grinned. “I just wanted to shake the hand of the woman who tamed this asshole.”
“Patrol,” I snapped, but I was smiling.
“Why do you call him Patrol?”
André didn’t wait for me to answer. “He can’t remember anyone’s name. He got dropped on his head too many times as a baby.”
Siren looked at me.
“Don’t listen to him, he’s full of shit.”
Neil emerged from the cockpit. “Land in thirty.”
André turned all business and reached for his laptop. “Let’s go over logistics.”