How is he both soft and rough at the same time?
My voice lowers without me meaning it to. “So technically, you’re not a therapist, and I’m not your client.”
He frowns at first, not quite understanding. Then realization hits. His body goes still.
I close the remaining distance, letting my hand drift across his chest, feeling the heat and strength beneath my palm.
His hand closes around my wrist.
“We can’t,” he says, voice rough.
“Are you sure?” I murmur, leaning in until my lips brush his. “Because I think I just found a loophole.”
His breath falters.
Then I kiss him.
For a second, he doesn’t move, his grip tightening slightly, his heartbeat strong against me.
Then something in him breaks.
His mouth opens, and he kisses me back with a vigor that stuns me, grabbing my hair, moaning into my mouth as he drags me to the floor.
I’m a willing victim, of course. I turn perpetrator too, wrapping my legs around his waist, moaning at the hardness pressing against my pussy.
He feels even larger than he looks. His tongue slides over mine, deep and demanding, pushing into my mouth like he wants to take everything. I take it, his taste going straight to my head. He tastes wild—like the forest, like the mountains. He grinds against me, harder this time, and it sends another rush through me. My clit aches, my pussy tightening in need.
We’ve done nothing but kiss, and I’m already too far gone.
Then he pulls back without warning, spreading my thighs open, tugging my pants down to my knees.
He pauses and stares when he finally pulls them off me. His entire body is strung tight, teeth clenched like he's fighting demons only he can see.
Somehow, I hope the demons win.
CHAPTER 22
Talon
Lava burns through my blood, my body strung tight with a lust so intense it drowns out everything else.
I gasp air into my lungs in ragged breaths, but all I can smell is her.
All I can see is her—wet, open, glistening between her thighs. Her sweet, musky scent hits me hard, making my hands shake. I should stop. I don’t. I can’t.
My head empties as everything rushes south, my cock hard to the point of pain.
This can’t be real.
It feels like something I’ve imagined too many times—late at night, alone, hand wrapped around myself. Any second now, I’ll wake up and she’ll be gone.
Just me. My fist. Nothing else.
“Please, Tal…” she moans, spreading herself wider, fingers sliding over her clit. “Please.”
“God…” The word tears out of me. There’s no resisting that sound. No resisting her.
Whatever restraint I might still have had is gone.