Pleasure surges, hot and merciless, until thought disintegrates. I gasp. Just need. Just this. Just him. I can’t hold back anymore.
My legs lock around him, then everything inside me shatters.
The waves hit—too deep, too good—shattering through my spine, brutal and bright, dragging me under.
“Talen.” I cry out, unstoppable, as the world drops away, until there’s nothing left but the relentless throb between my legs, and the feel of him—solid, steady—holding on through every aftershock.
When it’s over, I’m weightless.
Breathless.
Every muscle goes slack, but my heartbeat is still stuttering in my throat like it hasn’t caught up. The room starts to bleed back in, my head drops down, and I find his gaze; his eyes lock on mine, wide and feral.
For a heartbeat, he doesn’t move—fingers still inside me, buried deep—chest rising heavy against mine, shaking with restraint. And I feel it. The question. It’s not spoken, but it’s there, burning behind his eyes.
Do I want more? Do I want him?
I don’t answer with words. I don’t need to.
I drop my hands to his hips and yank at his shirt, rough, impatient, fingers scrabbling at fabric.
Yes, I want this, you. Now. Fast.
He gets the message, arms up, top off. Then my hands are on him and, fuck. I’ve imagined it. Wondered, dreamed, even. But nothing prepared me for the actual feel of him. Muscle. Bare, unarmored skin under my palms.
Heat slams into me—his mouth back on mine, body pressed close as he lowers me without ever really letting go. The ground barely registers before my hands are at his belt, fumbling, cursing when the clasp won’t give fast enough.
“Seriously?” I growl, yanking harder. “Did you forge this thing shut?”
He huffs against my mouth, teeth grazing my lower lip. “Didn’t think I’d need it off in a hurry.”
He kicks his boots off, and then his hands are at my dress, sliding it down my arms. It slips off one shoulder, then the other, catching on my hips before dropping.
“Fuck, you’re—” he stutters. Eyes flash—gone dark and wild—and then his head dips,tongue teasing the tip of my breast, hot and rough as I finally get his pants undone.
I’m shaking. From need, from the speed. My hands slip against his skin, too desperate, too fast, and I don’t care. I want himnaked. I wantless space. I want his skin against mine, no barriers, no pause, no restraint.
The last layer of clothing hits the floor, and I’ve got him in my hand before it even settles. Hard, heavy and waiting. His mouth clamps down over the curve of my chest, muffling a deep groan, as I gently squeeze.
“You always this impatient?”He teases against my lips.
“Only when I’m starving.” I smile, wrapping my fingers tighter, but then, without warning, his grip shifts to my ass, and the world tilts.
He lifts and turns me like it’s nothing, walking me backward, his mouth never leaving mine, until the desk catches behind my knees. Then his hand sweeps out—everything on it crashes to the floor in one unapologetic motion—before he sets me down.
The cool wood hits my overheated skin, the edge biting beneath my thighs. I start to shift—legs locking around his waist, hips tilting, but then I hesitate.
The door’s still unlocked. If someone walks in?—
I barely finish the thought.
Talen doesn’t even blink. Just flicks his wrist mid-kiss, and Ezzy’s bed screeches across the floor, slamming hard against the door—too loud, too final—and for a second it feels like the whole world knows what we’re about to do.
“Subtle.” I say against his mouth
His lips curve against mine. “Worked, didn’t it?”
I don’t answer. Just drag him closer, palms skimming over the muscles at his chest, then lower. Air snags in my throat as his stomach tenses under my touch, hard and tight. God, I’ve wanted this. Needed it.
