Page 51 of Pulse

She went rigid, arms hanging at her sides for about five seconds, and then she melted into him.

Fuck yes.

He kept his hand clasping her neck and splayed the other across her lower back as he plundered her mouth. Her soft moans made his cock ache. Strong hands gripped his cut at his sides. She clung to him, letting him have his way with hermouth. Imagining her grasping his bare skin the same way had him pulling her even closer. As soon as his rock-hard cock made contact with her stomach, she whimpered.

Shit, this was about to get out of hand.

He released her and ended the kiss. Talia still clutched his cut as she stared up at him. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown, and cheeks flushed.

He groaned. That kiss was a mistake because that sample taste wasn’t close to being enough. He’d spend the day as hard and unsatisfied as he’d spent his night.

“Wha—”

“Don’t ever fucking apologize for kissing me.”

It shouldn’t have been possible, but her eyes flared even wider. She licked her lower lip, drawing his attention. God, that lip had tasted good. It would look good, too, spread wide for his cock.

“O-okay.” Her voice trembled, and she panted as though having been interrupted mid-workout.

“You might have acted out of character because you were drunk, but I fucking loved it. I get it’s complicated as fuck right now, but I just want it out there that I had no problem with it.”

Talia blew out a breath. “Phew. Wow. Okay, that’s, uh… that’s pretty damn hot,” she muttered as though he wasn’t standing right there.

He chuckled. “Come on. Sit. Eat a muffin and drink some coffee. I’ll fill you in on the shit I should have called you about a few days ago.”

“Why didn’t you?” she asked as she moved to sit at the table before the cinnamon muffin.

His gaze locked back on her mouth.

“Oh,” she said on an exhale. She ran an unsteady hand over the top of her head and down her ponytail. After blowing out a breath, she picked up her coffee. “Thanks for bringingbreakfast.” She took a sip, and her face lit with pleasure. “Oh my gosh. This is my favorite drink ever. How did you know?” A pleased smile replaced her nervous expression.

“That would be Brooke.”

“Ah, right,” she said with a nod. “We had coffee a few times this week. Well, thanks. Please sit.”

He did, then grabbed his coffee—black and a lot of it—the only way he could ever drink it. Nothing against Talia’s sweet beverage, but he just wanted as big of a caffeine hit as possible and as fast, which plain black coffee delivered.

“Mm… this is good, too,” she said as she broke off a piece of muffin and popped it in her mouth. “Yum.”

Pulse groaned. He was helpless to do anything but stare at her lips as she licked a rogue crumb.

“I had no idea you had such a one-track mind.” Her cheeks pinked, and she cleared her throat.

“Well, if you could see what I see, you’d be the same way. You gotta stop drawing attention to your mouth. Maybe face the other way while you’re eating.” It was time to get to the real reason he’d stopped by, and he never would if she kept doing sexy things like chewing.

She burst out laughing and slapped a hand over her mouth. “Chewing does it for you? Seriously?”

She continued chuckling, sparking a fire inside him, but different than the fire that burned when she’d kissed him. This one grew, smoldering at a low flame, and he wanted to keep it burning forever. Keep her laughing, smiling, showing a side of herself he guessed she didn’t let others see often. How amazing would it be to know he was the man who could draw those expressions from her whenever he wanted?

Maybe even the only man.

It’d be incredible—a pleasure that would run deep and wide.

He shrugged. “What can I say? I like your mouth.”

“All right.” She pointed at him with a smirk. “That’s enough outta you. I had no idea you were so much trouble.”

He tilted his head, studying her amused expression. “Really? You met me in an interrogation room, and you didn’t think I was trouble?” The banter was almost as much fun as kissing her.

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