She pulled a sugar-coated beignet out of the sack. "Hungry?"
Yes, he was, and not just for food. He was hungry for her body, hungry for her company.
Most of all, he was hungry for her eyes to laugh at him again and not be shadowed by hurt.
She lifted her hand toward his lips, offering him the pastry. He didn't take it from her hand. Instead, he leaned forward and took a bite of it, all the while watching her watch him.
Sunshine shivered as he nibbled the pastry, then he moved to kiss her lips. She moaned at the sugary taste of him.
Sighing in contentment, she forced him to sit back on the couch so that she could straddle his hips.
"Mmm," he breathed. "I like waking up like this."
She set the beignet aside and carefully poured him a cup of coffee from the thermos.
He looked a bit nervous as he watched her. "Please don't spill that on me."
She gave him an arch look. "I'm forgetful, Talon, not clumsy."
Still, he took the cup from her hand as soon as he could, and drank the chicory-flavored coffee. She screwed the top back on the thermos and set it aside.
Sunshine ran her hand through his tousled hair while he drank, letting the golden waves wrap around her fingers. His muscles rippled with his movements, making her burn with desire. He really was a gorgeous, irresistible man.
"Just think how much nicer I would be if you told me something personal about yourself."
He clenched his teeth. "You are relentless."
She ran her finger down the line of his whiskered jaw and watched his eyes darken as he hardened underneath her. "Only when I see something I want."
Talon pulled another beignet from the sack and held it up for her to eat.
She pulled back with a grimace. "That stuff is hazardous to your health."
"Baby, life is hazardous to your health. Now take a little bite and I'll answer a question."
Skeptical, but willing to try, she took a bite, then groaned at how decadent and good it tasted. It reminded her a lot of Talon.
Talon smiled as he watched her savor her beignet. Until he noticed the sugar that had fallen from the pastry to her breasts. His body hardened even more.
She took another bite and more sugar fell over the tops of her breasts.
His throat went dry.
Before he could stop himself, he dipped his head and licked the powdered sugar from the flesh in the deep V of her sweater.
She moaned in pleasure as she cupped his head to her. She laid her head on his and spoke. "So, how long have you known Wulf?"
Distracted by her taste and scent, he answered without thinking. "A hundred years."
He went rigid as soon as the words registered. "I mean, I um..."
"It's okay," she whispered before licking his ear and sending chills over him. "I know you're a Dark-Hunter."
He pulled back and frowned. "How do you know that?"
"A friend told me."
"Who?"