It was as if she really cared for him. As if he meant something to her. As if she were making love with him.
Only one woman had ever held him like this...
He could barely breathe. For the first time in fifteen hundred years he actually felt as if he were making love to a woman, not just satisfying a primitive urge.
No, this wasn't meaningless sex.
He felt her. Felt connected to her. Felt as if they were something more than strangers with no ties to each other.
Her lips scorched his skin as she continued to nuzzle his neck and thrust herself against him. He held her tight and closed his eyes. His senses and emotions reeled from the pleasure of the moment.
When he came in her arms, he shivered to the core of his battered and weary heart.
He lay there, vulnerable and panicked.
No, he couldn't have felt that. He couldn't have felt her. It wasn't possible.
He was mistaken. What they had was sex. Incredibly great sex, but nothing more than that.
Sex.
Simple.
Basic.
Uncomplicated.
And he was going to prove it to himself one way or another...
Sunshine lay in complete satisfied bliss, breathing raggedly, drifting slowly back into herself. That was the most incredible orgasm she'd ever experienced. She couldn't believe the way he'd felt, the way he'd touched her.
She held his head close to her heart and felt his ragged breath falling against her breast. She cradled him with her entire body and just soaked up the warm masculine weight of him.
Used to men who quickly dosed off after they came, she was completely unprepared when he rolled over onto his back and pulled her to lie across his chest.
"You didn't think I was through with you, did you?" he asked in her ear.
"Well, yeah."
He laughed. "Lady Sunshine, I've only just started."
To her delight and awe, he proved those words well over the course of the next few hours.
They made love on her bed, on the floor, on her sofa. He took her in so many different positions that she felt as if he were reenacting the entire Kama Sutra.
Finally, they ended up in the kitchen where he set her up on the counter and then made slow, tender love to her.
Oh heaven, the man felt incredible! He had more stamina than an entire team of athletes and was completely shameless when it came to making love to her. She'd never been with a man and felt so at ease with her body and his expectations.
A man like this was all too hard to come by.
After they had finished with the counter, which she would never be able to look at again without blushing, Talon stood naked, looking into her refrigerator with his two braids tucked behind his ear as he searched for food.
He was still breathing heavily from their last go-round and Sunshine wondered idly if she'd gone bow-legged at some point from this afternoon's marathon.
Still, he looked scrumptious as he moved containers around in his quest for nourishment. His bare backside was a feast for the eyes and when he bent over to look into her bottom drawer, she couldn't resist running her hand up his muscular thigh, between his legs, to cup and fondle him.
He sucked his breath in sharply between his teeth and straightened.