CHAPTER SIX
TALON
My fingers move without permission,brushing the hair from her face and then tracing a line down to her chin.
Green eyes stare back at me, wide and frightened.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Zona whispers quietly, her voice trembling slightly.
"Then what are you doing out here? The bed back there is a lot more comfortable, isn't it?"
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth while my damn fingers continue their path down the elegant curve of her neck. My thumb brushing across her collar bone before my fingers move along her shoulder.
My brain keeps screaming at my hand to cease and desist, but it isn't listening. Not when Zona's breath picks up, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the frightened trembles turning into something else in response to my touch.
My dick goes hard with need but the only move I make is my continued exploration of Zona's soft skin with nothing more than my fingertips.
"I feel safer with you," she whispers.
It's not what she tells me that makes me believe it; it's the breathiness in the whisper, the way she shivers under my touch. I want her too much. If I don't stop now, I might not be able to at all.
Reluctantly, I pull my hand back, despite everything inside me screaming against it.
"Don't stop."
Zona reaches for the hand I only just got under control again and brings my fingers back to her body, placing them against her throat where I can feel her pulse beating furiously, and then moving them down to where the collar of her loose night shirt sags low to reveal the tempting flesh of her cleavage.
A groan escapes me.
From the moment I laid eyes on her, I've felt pulled to her. I shouldn't let this go any further-- for a dozen reasons-- but my body doesn't catch up to my brain fast enough and Arizona has her hand on my chest.
"What do you want, baby?"
Her eyes blink rapidly and then fixate on mine. Her small, pink tongue slips between her lips and licks them till they shine in the dim light, pulling my eyes toward them.
"You?"
It comes out as a question, hesitant and shy-- uncertain.
"Me?"
My fingers have taken her request as permission to slip over the material of the shirt she's chosen to sleep in, dragging along the full top of her breast and hesitantly brushing the hard nipple it finds waiting for them.
Arizona gasps at the contact while the deep breath I suck into my lungs is nearly just as shocked.
"You."
She says it with certainty this time, her hand mirroring mine, with a brush of her fingers across one of my own nipples. The soft touch there makes the muscles beneath it jump as I feel the skin tighten with the sensation.
This time I groan, long and low before forcing words out of my mouth that my dick begs me not to say.
"This isn't a good idea." My voice comes out rough, tortured. It takes all the discipline I can muster to force myself stay in control when every cell in my body is aching to claim her. Primalinstincts screaming that this woman is mine and I need to take her, satisfy her, let her take anything she needs from me.
Her hand drops off my skin, leaving a cold ache where it had been.
Immediately, I want it back.
"I get it."
