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luck dating lately. I told you, I don't jump into bed with men just for sex, so…it's been three years. Happy now?"
Kneeling down over me and bringing our hands up over my head on the floor, his face is inches from mine, his long, loose hair tickling my face. "I can fix that for you," he offers, pressing his hard cock between my parted thighs. My pulse quickens while my long-forgotten pussy quivers from just that slight pressure of him against me.
"I thought I wasn't what you wanted." My voice cracks, betraying my efforts to hide the fact he's starting to get to me.
"I thought so too." He lets go of one of my hands and slides his free hand down my arm, then over my ribs, brushes the slight curve of my hip, and finally grabs my outer thigh, pulling me against him. "But my body apparently wants you…and I think yours wants me too."
A little gasp escapes my throat. "I want more than that," I breathe, wanting that and so much more now.
He nuzzles his face into my neck, his teeth gently nipping me, and I fight the urge to wrap my legs around him.
"It's eleven inches, baby. How much more do you want?"
"Ugh!" I push him off me and he rolls over onto the floor on his back, laughing. "It's not funny," I say, slapping his arm.
"I'm just kidding."
"How do you know it's eleven inches, anyway?"
"I measured it. We can do a recount if you want. Call the front desk and ask for a ruler."
I shake my head and suppress my laughter. "Can you try to be serious for a minute?"
He sits up and leans against the couch, trying to force himself to stop laughing. "All right. I'll be serious," he says, pursing his lips together and looking pretty ridiculous. His hair is all rumpled, so I hesitantly reach out and comb it down with my fingers.
"I've been thinking about some of this," I begin. "And we're obviously at opposite ends of the spectrum with sex. You said it's all women want you for, and that for you, it's just sex. But for me, it's the opposite. I can't have sex without emotions being there. I think that’s part of our challenge here: for you not to have sex until there are some real feelings involved, and for me to show you that you're more than just a good lay."
He blinks sheepishly. "Ya think?"
"I do."
"That seems like a lot of work, and it could totally backfire. Why would they do that to us?"
"Maybe so we learn to appreciate each other?"
"But what if the feelings never happen, for either of us?"
That's exactly what I'm worried about because I simply cannot see us falling in love. Being friends and having fun, maybe. But falling in love? I can't picture it.
"Then it's not meant to be," I murmur sadly.
"So then, no sex?"
I playfully smack him again. "Exactly. No sex."
"Ever?" he asks incredulously.
I stand up and straighten out my clothes. "Let's not think about that. I think we should focus on our first task of figuring out where we're going to live."
Chapter 11
Talon
" T his is yours ?" she asks in disbelief when I lead her to my truck in the hotel parking lot.
"Yup." My latest toy is a black Ford F-150 pickup truck with a fourteen-inch lift kit, forty-inch tires, and skulls airbrushed down the sides.
"A monster truck? Is this legal to be on the street?" She peers up at the truck, her head barely reaching the door.
I take her bag from her hand and throw it in the back of the truck. We asked the concierge to have the wedding gown boxed and shipped to my condo because it's too big and ruffly to cart around. "Of course it is," I reply, opening the passenger door for her. "Get in, milady."
She stares up at the inside of the truck and then back at me. "Talon. I can't even get my leg up there. How am I supposed to get in?"
Well, shit, she's right. Her legs are too short to reach the doorframe. I wrap my hands around her tiny waist and lift her up into the seat effortlessly. "I'll get running boards and a step, baby. Simple fix."
I run around the front of the truck and climb in behind the wheel. "Or I'll just drive
Kneeling down over me and bringing our hands up over my head on the floor, his face is inches from mine, his long, loose hair tickling my face. "I can fix that for you," he offers, pressing his hard cock between my parted thighs. My pulse quickens while my long-forgotten pussy quivers from just that slight pressure of him against me.
"I thought I wasn't what you wanted." My voice cracks, betraying my efforts to hide the fact he's starting to get to me.
"I thought so too." He lets go of one of my hands and slides his free hand down my arm, then over my ribs, brushes the slight curve of my hip, and finally grabs my outer thigh, pulling me against him. "But my body apparently wants you…and I think yours wants me too."
A little gasp escapes my throat. "I want more than that," I breathe, wanting that and so much more now.
He nuzzles his face into my neck, his teeth gently nipping me, and I fight the urge to wrap my legs around him.
"It's eleven inches, baby. How much more do you want?"
"Ugh!" I push him off me and he rolls over onto the floor on his back, laughing. "It's not funny," I say, slapping his arm.
"I'm just kidding."
"How do you know it's eleven inches, anyway?"
"I measured it. We can do a recount if you want. Call the front desk and ask for a ruler."
I shake my head and suppress my laughter. "Can you try to be serious for a minute?"
He sits up and leans against the couch, trying to force himself to stop laughing. "All right. I'll be serious," he says, pursing his lips together and looking pretty ridiculous. His hair is all rumpled, so I hesitantly reach out and comb it down with my fingers.
"I've been thinking about some of this," I begin. "And we're obviously at opposite ends of the spectrum with sex. You said it's all women want you for, and that for you, it's just sex. But for me, it's the opposite. I can't have sex without emotions being there. I think that’s part of our challenge here: for you not to have sex until there are some real feelings involved, and for me to show you that you're more than just a good lay."
He blinks sheepishly. "Ya think?"
"I do."
"That seems like a lot of work, and it could totally backfire. Why would they do that to us?"
"Maybe so we learn to appreciate each other?"
"But what if the feelings never happen, for either of us?"
That's exactly what I'm worried about because I simply cannot see us falling in love. Being friends and having fun, maybe. But falling in love? I can't picture it.
"Then it's not meant to be," I murmur sadly.
"So then, no sex?"
I playfully smack him again. "Exactly. No sex."
"Ever?" he asks incredulously.
I stand up and straighten out my clothes. "Let's not think about that. I think we should focus on our first task of figuring out where we're going to live."
Chapter 11
Talon
" T his is yours ?" she asks in disbelief when I lead her to my truck in the hotel parking lot.
"Yup." My latest toy is a black Ford F-150 pickup truck with a fourteen-inch lift kit, forty-inch tires, and skulls airbrushed down the sides.
"A monster truck? Is this legal to be on the street?" She peers up at the truck, her head barely reaching the door.
I take her bag from her hand and throw it in the back of the truck. We asked the concierge to have the wedding gown boxed and shipped to my condo because it's too big and ruffly to cart around. "Of course it is," I reply, opening the passenger door for her. "Get in, milady."
She stares up at the inside of the truck and then back at me. "Talon. I can't even get my leg up there. How am I supposed to get in?"
Well, shit, she's right. Her legs are too short to reach the doorframe. I wrap my hands around her tiny waist and lift her up into the seat effortlessly. "I'll get running boards and a step, baby. Simple fix."
I run around the front of the truck and climb in behind the wheel. "Or I'll just drive
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