Chapter 6
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.
Primal instincts 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."
There's something more than disappointment in her voice. Something I need to understand before I let her crawl out of my bed.
"Hang on." Reaching to stop her, my hand lands on her hip. She doesn't turn back to face me, but she doesn't move any farther away either. "What do you 'get?'"
"I get letting me down easy," she says into the emptiness of the room, still not turning to look at me. "I get that I'm not exactly what you're probably used to."
This time she does try to pull away, but I don't let her. Instead, I bring her back to me, rolling her back to look at me.
"You're right."
I have her so close now. Her long legs touching mine, our bodies close enough that I can feel her tits against my chest. Any closer and she'd feel exactly how bad I want her.
Sad eyes blink up at me before dropping back down somewhere between us. Her lower lip trembles as she nods slightly.
"I'm not used to wanting a woman so badly that it fucks up my ability to focus on my job."
My fingers raise her chin up so she's forced to look me in the eye.
"I'm not used to feeling so drawn to a woman that I can't believe I only just met her, or being so instantly head over heels that I can't remember what my life was like before she walked into it or how I'm supposed to live without her when she walks back out of it."
Arizona
That was not what I expected.
"It's not just me?"
Talon just said all the things I've been feeling today.
His head shakes against the pillow beneath it and I let him pull me closer, his eyes not leaving mine until we're too close to keep our eyes open anymore.
His lips brush mine. Gently at first, like he's waiting for me to be the one to come to my senses but all my senses are full of Talon.
I wiggle on the mattress, getting closer still, closing the distance left between us completely.
Talon sucks in a gasp when I do, as his thick member presses against my belly, so hard I worry it must hurt.
Then his lips take mine completely, pressing firmly until I open for him and let his tongue sweep into my mouth.
His hand slips from its hold beneath my chin and begins another journey over my body. This time, leaving no doubt of its intentions.
Thick fingers drag down my collar bone and over my breast, lingering at my hardened nipple when I gasp at the contact.
Heat floods my system and settles in my core. My body leans into his touch and Talon moans into my mouth when I throw my leg over his thigh so I can feel that hard length where I need it most.
My hands are busy, running over Talon's bare chest while Talon's fingers tug my sleep shirt over my head leaving me in just a pair of panties I hadn't considered he'd end up seeing.
Not that I'm giving that thought a lot of energy, the damn things are soaked anyway and, with luck, they'll be joining my shirt somewhere on the floor soon, along with Talon's boxer briefs if I have anything to do with it.
Talon moves down my body, kissing a hot trail from where he's left my mouth panting to where his lips lock over the nipple he's been teasing with the calloused pads of his fingertips.
He rolls me onto my back with the gentle pressure of his mouth on my breast, giving him access so he can lavish the same attention on my other nipple.
Our shifted position has his cock digging into my hip, putting us an angle that's awkward for getting my hand around him. I console myself with the feel of his hard glutes and the way they move deliciously under my hand with the slow rocking motions of his body against mine.
Before I can make space between us to give me better access, Talon's hand slides down my body, rough fingers trailing hot across my ribs and over the swell of my belly before finding their way between my legs.
"Fuck, you're wet." Coarse words to state the obvious, because he's right, I'm dripping for him.
I answer with a soft moan when he moves the elastic edge of my panties aside and pushes his fingers beneath to make contact with my bare skin.
"...and so damn beautiful."
My eyes flutter open and catch on Talon's. Even in the soft light, their pale blue-gray hue is easy to see, as well as the intensity burning in them as he watches my face while his fingers move further into my body.
"Let me make you come," he whispers, fingers slipping through my moisture then dipping inside me. "I want to watch while you come on my hand for me, baby."
Even if I was planning on saying no, I'd have forgotten how.
Hitching my thigh over his, I angle to make myself more available.
All the thoughts in my head finally go quiet and I give myself over to the sensations that are making that possible.
Talon's fingers move deeper. He strokes slowly, watching while our eyes are still locked on each other. Then he changes the angle, adds another finger when I'm so worked up I can't stay focused.
My hand clutches at his arm, digging into the muscles I feel working with the movements that are making me lose control.
"That's it, like that, just let go and let me watch you, Zona."
His fingers hit my g-spot, his strokes becoming quicker and centered on the place he's found deep inside me, but it's Talon's rough voice that sends me spiraling.
Everything in me tightens and clenches and I'm helpless to stop myself from grinding against the heel of his hand as my orgasm rips through me.
Talon's lips are on mine again, gently, before bringing the fingers that were just inside me to his lips and licking them clean. His eyes closing and a long, low, groan making its way out of him as he does it.
"You should get some sleep," he whispers, moving a sweat-soaked strand of hair off my face.
I hate those words. I hate the tortured sound of them that tells me he's just as uninterested in that plan as I am.
"You should make sure I'm tired."
Talon groans, rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes.
His other hand slips low and grips his stiff cock like it might have a mind of its own and he's trying to hold it back.
I reach out for him. Our hands compete for the thick rod straining under the thin fabric of those boxer briefs, but he lets me win without much of a fight.
Rolling onto my side, I move downward until I'm eye to eye with those brick-wall abs. Gripping the band of his briefs, I pull them down to reveal his cock.
Talon gasps above me, his arm still slung over his eyes.
I swallow hard at the sight of him. He's long and thick and so hard that when I wrap my hand around him I have to pull to move that glistening tip toward my mouth.
The hand that was over his eyes lands on the back of my head, gathering my hair into a loose fist. At first, the weight of his grip rests lightly, as I tease the tip of his manhood with my tongue, tasting the slick pre-cum there.
Then his grip tightens in my hair as I stretch my lips to take him into my mouth.
His hips rise up, filling my mouth with the full length of him before I can prepare for it. I gag on the tip, and pull back for a breath, not even remotely ready to stop. But Talon's hold on my hair pulls me away before I can taste him again.
"Zona, stop."
He doesn't sound like he means it.
"You don't have to."
"I know..." I run my hand behind my head, pushing his hand away before dropping my head back to the hard member that pulses in my other hand. "I want to."