“Me.”
“Yeah? So, you think we’re doin’ this?”
“Oh, we’redefinitelydoin’ this,” he says seriously, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger as he pulls me down for a searing kiss. “So I’ll say it again. The lace is mine.”
“You ripped the last ones.”
“And I’ll probably do it again.”
“I want to be mad,” I pant as my tongue darts out to wet my lips, and his eyes grow impossibly darker, “but it was really hot.”
“You’re wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been wet for you all day,” I admit and he growls.
“Then say the words that will give us what we both want.”
“Dominick is sixty-five and a perfect gentleman.” I sniff and he chuckles, the sound menacing as he lifts me onto the desk, the wood cold against the bare skin of my ass.
“We’re not talking about him or any other man when I’m about to feast on you.”
“You should really lighten up, Talon. I?—”
The taunt dies on my lips as his tongue licks up my seam, his hands anchoring my thighs where they rest on his shoulders. He’s not gentle, and I love that he’s so obsessed with getting me off he can’t be bothered to slow down.
“Just like that,” I beg, the roughness of his beard sending sparks of pleasure through me as I buck my hips against his face.
Strong hands hold me down, as his tongue gentles, the feverish ministrations disappearing in a flash, and I whimper.
“I want the words.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I seethe, looking up at the industrial ceiling. Talon sucks my clit into his mouth, my back bowing off the desk in response. But just as quick as he does it, he stops, the loss of him making me cry out in frustration.
“It’s not that hard, Cora.”
“I don’t wear it for anyone, you ass. I wear it for me.” I lean up on my elbows with a huff, but then my breath catches becauseoh my god, is he hot.Talon’s strong jaw and bitable lips are shiny with my arousal, the beast of a man looking so damn sexy between my thighs.
And he’s covered in me.
“I got all night,” he drawls, leaning into his accent and driving me to the point of distraction.
Pushing up a little more, I brace myself with one hand while I tangle the other in his hair and pull.
Hard.
He grunts, his eyes locked on mine. “I will keep wearing them forme,”—he opens his mouth to argue so I yank his hair again as my lips tip up in a smile—“but I’ll allowyouto take them off me.”
“Only me.”
“If you’re good,” I concede.
“Set on drivin’ me crazy, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s see how you like it,” he taunts, sending a rumble against my core as he licks and sucks and devours me until I’m screaming his name, begging him to do it again.
And again.
