He needed to taste her. To feel her.
Sunshine watched while Talon studied her lips. There was enough heat in his obsidian gaze to set fire to a glacier. He had yet to touch her and still she swore she could feel him surrounding her with heat, with need.
The air around her seemed sexually charged. It practically sizzled with eroticism and longing. She'd never felt anything like this in her life.
Talon oozed an inhuman sexual attraction. She was drawn to him in a way she'd never been drawn to any man.
His eyes narrowing, he dipped his head and took possession of her lips with a masterful kiss that made her head literally spin. Her body melted.
She moaned at the taste of his lips against hers as his tongue swept passionately into her mouth. He pulled her up from her bar stool, into his strong arms, and ran his hands over her back, clenching the fabric of her dress in his fists.
The raw, manly scent of him invaded her as she felt his muscles flex around her. His virile potency was almost more than she could take.
This was an earthy man who knew his way around a woman's body. She could feel it in his masterful kiss, in the way he knew just where and how to caress her.
Her body burning with desire, she clutched at his bare shoulders as she felt him harden even more against her stomach.
She'd never experienced anything like this. It was as if he were starving for her.
Only her.
When he finally pulled back, she realized she had surrendered her weight to him and he had supported all of her without even tightening his muscles. Jeez, the man was strong.
He brushed his thumb over her swollen lips, his eyes so warm and tender that it made her even more breathless than his kiss. "I'm a thirty-three waist and a thirty-eight inseam."
"Um-hmm," she breathed without hearing him. She swayed toward him for another kiss.
Talon felt a strange stirring inside him at the dazed and adoring look on her face.
"Kiss me again," she whispered an instant before she claimed his lips with hers.
He cupped her head in his hands as he explored her mouth, being careful not to let her accidentally brush her tongue against his fangs and learn the truth about him.
But it was hard to pull back when the taste of her drove him so close to madness. Her patchouli-and-turpentine scent intoxicated him and he ached to pull the hem of her dress up and slide his hand over her lush thighs to her...
Her tongue came dangerously close to his fangs.
Pulling back, he released her.
That had been just a bit too close for comfort, but not nearly as close as he wanted to get to her. He dropped his gaze to her body, outlined by her dress. She was a full-bodied woman, not tiny or petite. And she had large, lush breasts-something he'd always been partial to.
Clenching his teeth, he fought the vicious need to take her into his arms and sample those breasts with his mouth. His hands.
His tongue.
Better still, his fangs...
"Okay," she said in an odd, high-pitched voice. "That was nice." She clapped her hands together and took a step back. It wasn't until her gaze fell to the towel that the light came back into her dark brown eyes. "Clothes. You need clothes before I do something I might not regret. What was your size again, Steve?"
"Talon."
"Talon. Size. Clothes. Cover him up."
Talon smiled as he watched her trying to keep her mind focused while her eyes continued to drift over him with desire.
He liked this woman. In spite of her peculiarities, there was something very refreshing and pure about her.
"I'm going to go get Talon clothes." She left, then came back a few seconds later. "Keys," she said, heading to a pink canister on the kitchen counter. "Need keys for car." She left only to return again. "Purse. Money for clothes."