He was like a wild, hungry beast as he buried his face between her legs and took her into his mouth.
Sunshine cried out in pleasure. She leaned back against the counter for support. His tongue swirled, then he gently sucked and nibbled. She buried her hands in his soft hair, her body burning at his touch.
Her nipples were so tight they hurt. "Oh yes, Talon, yes," she breathed, pressing him closer to her.
Talon growled deep and low in his throat as he tasted her. Her feminine scent invaded his head as her graceful hand tugged at his hair.
He ran his tongue over the hard edge of her cleft, sampling and tasting the woman before him. It had been so long since anyone or anything had given him this much pleasure.
But please him she did.
Her passion, her creativity, her quirkiness. All of it was a magnet that drew him against his will.
He licked and teased her. Tasted her. Let her murmurs of pleasure become his and when she came, calling out his name, he swore that he saw stars from it.
Sunshine's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she looked down to see Talon rising up from the floor. He towered over her, his eyes dark, his face still hungry.
"What is it about you that I can't resist?" he asked. "Every time I get near you, all I can think of is tasting you."
He led her hand to his groin where she felt him hard and throbbing for her.
"I don't know," she said, her voice ragged as she dipped her hand below his waistband and trailed her fingers through his short, crisp hairs until she could wrap her fingers around his swollen manhood.
He drew his breath in sharply.
"But I feel the same for you," she said, sinking her hand lower, seeking out his soft sac.
He closed his eyes, his jaw flexing, as she caressed him. She knew she gave him pleasure and yet he acted as if her touch pained him.
She felt strangely vulnerable as she stood there with her lower body exposed while she wore her sweater and bra. Talon was still fully clothed.
It was erotic and disconcerting.
As if sensing her thoughts, Talon removed the rest of her clothes. She was completely naked now.
He was not.
He ran his hands over her, masterfully, tenderly. "Tell me your fantasies, Sunshine. Tell me what you dream about late at night when you're lying in bed alone."
She'd never in her life shared such an intimacy and yet before she realized what she was doing, she found herself confiding in him. "I dream of a handsome stranger approaching me."
He circled behind her. "And?"
"It's dark and hot. I imagine him standing behind me and pulling me against him. Feeling him take me from behind while I can't see him at all, I can only feel him."
Talon moved away from her and turned out the light.
Sunshine shivered in the darkness. "Talon?"
"Shh." His deep, accented voice seemed to engulf her.
Then she felt his hands on her. Completely blind, she was all sensation as he pulled her back to his front and she realized he'd removed his jacket and shirt. He ran his hands over her breasts, cupping them while he nibbled the back of her neck.
She'd had this fantasy for years, but never before had it been real. Never had she seen her dream man's face. Tonight, she envisioned Talon. She imagined what his hand looked like as he resumed stroking her between her legs.
She heard him unzip his pants. The heat of his body warmed hers as he whispered to her in a language she didn't understand. It deepened his voice, made it even more enticing.
Erotic.