Page 47 of Wild Card
Her defenses drop and she tips up into the kiss.
The slight taste of chocolate mixes with all that is just her. I slant her neck, delving deeper, wanting so much more.
Her hands clutch my shirt, this time her nails scaling through the fabric eagerly.
My dick pulses, pressing to her.
I want this woman laid out below me, naked and squirming. Tasting her, feeling her take me, hearing my name on her lips as she comes apart over and over.
I growl down her throat, rolling my tongue through her mouth once more.
Her whimper almost puts me over the top, testing my control. The little sense I have is screaming at me to shut this down.
I slow, brushing my lips along hers, feeling the warmth of her soft pants. Her eyes flutter open, dazed and bright. A second later, they cloud and she tries to pull away. “Talon?—”
“Shut it, Willow. My good day just turned fucking great. You try and spew something to fuck it up or sling more sass, I can’t be responsible for what happens. Knowing how you taste, the feel of your tight body pressed to mine, watching you sleep curled into my side like you belong there—I like it a hell of a lot.”
Her eyes widen, flaming desire and hunger shining back.
My dick aches, screaming for relief.
“Fuck, we need to get out of this house.” I twirl her toward the hallway and gently push her forward. “Get your shoes.”
When she’s safely out of range, I call, “Babe, you have a shirt you can put on?”
“Why?”
“You’re with me, the less clothes the better. We leave the house, I prefer you covered.”
Defiance sparks in her expression. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. That top is sexy as fuck, it’s also barely covering you.”
“Did we time travel back to the 50s?”
I quirk an eyebrow. “You throwing sass?”
She narrows her eyes before clomping away. A few minutes later, she returns and I still, praying silently for patience. Her hair is back on top of her head, her lips coated with a shiny pink gloss, and her t-shirt tied at her waist, still exposing her waist.
“At least your tits are covered,” I mutter under my breath.
“I don’t do bossy. You are welcome to leave anytime.”
I step back into her space, cupping the back of her head. “Never understood where the guys were coming from. Thought they were idiots. Now I’m eating my words.”
“What does that even mean?”
“We have time, you’ll get used to it.”
“What doesthatmean?”
“You getting ready gave me a few minutes to think. I hear what you’re saying about me being your patient and I respect the position you’re in. You think it will mess up your reputation, I’ll back off.”
I can’t miss the flash of regret before her mask slips into place. “Thank you for seeing my position.”
“Two weeks.”
“Two weeks what?”
