Page 55 of Made For You
“For what?” I asked, feeling him twine his fingers with mine when I expected him to drop my hand once I landed with both feet on the floor.
“For me.”
It was said as both a threat and a promise. And with how turned on I was after his exchange with Jeremy, I absolutely couldn’t wait.
I bobbed and weaved as we exited the bar. If it weren’t for Talon’s strong grip on my hand, I probably would have tripped and fallen. He likely thought I drank too much, but I barely had a few sips of my single drink. No, I was drunk off him, and I was too damn tired to fight my attraction to him anymore.
As we crossed to the exit of the bar, Talon seemed fed up with my slower pace. In an instant, I found myself lifted in the air and cradled in his arms. I might’ve been small in stature, but he carried me like I weighed no more than a flower.
“Talon.”
“Yes?” he urged as we approached the car. He gently set me on my feet, then opened the car door. He was probably expecting me to slip inside, but I took a step closer to him, sliding my hands up from his waist to his chest, feeling the hard planes beneath my fingertips.
“I want to apologize for earlier. I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up.”
Talon wrapped his arms around my waist, the opening of his suit jacket covering my arms.
“I’m sorry too, for shouting at you and making accusations.”
“Look at us, making up after our first fight.” I smiled up at him, and my body immediately warmed as he grinned. “You know what this means, right?”
Chuckling, he shook his head.
“It means we get to have makeup sex.”
Talon reached up and pushed aside a section of hair that had fallen over part of my face. His fingers lingered on my shoulder. “Does it now?”
“That’s the rule. I don’t make them.”
He leaned closer to me, and I had to take a step back. My body now touched the edge of the car frame where the door was open. Night was falling over Ashfield, and it was dark enough that no one driving or walking by would see how close we were, but anyone paying attention would’ve seen that not even a sheet of paper could slip between us.
Talon’s face was even closer. His nose traced my jaw and then trailed up next to my lips, then my nose.
“Are you saying you want to have sex with me, Aurora Beckett?”
“No, not sex.” Sex involved feelings, emotions, actual relationships. Not whatever it was we were doing. Even though hearing my new last name on his lips did something deep inside of me. And also soaked my panties. “I want you to fuck me, Talon Beckett.”
“Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets.” He chastely smacked his lips against mine and then drew back, leaving me more confused than ever. “I can’t fuck you properly on the side of the road where anyone could see you. I don’t share, ever. Get in the car, peaches.”
Unable to hold back, I gripped either side of his face and yanked him down. I pressed my mouth against his again, only this time I slipped my tongue between his lips. I audibly groaned as he shifted his hips against my stomach. Talon’s cock was growing harder by the second. If I didn’t pull back, he likely wouldn’t be able to drive us home. His large hands gripped my ass, his fingers digging into the material covering my flesh, as I continued to explore his mouth. He rocked against me twice, then used more strength than I could ever muster to pull himself back.
“Car, peaches. Car. Please.” Talon’s voice was hoarse and filled with something close to pain as he demanded I get insidethe sports car. Reluctantly, I dropped into the bucket seat and strapped myself in, all while watching Talon hobble around the car to his own seat.
The moment he turned the car on, I knew this ride was going to be torturous, not just because I was so incredibly turned on, but because the car’s seat was vibrating in the best kind of way.
“Fuck,” I moaned as he turned the car around on the street, almost cutting off someone driving in the opposite direction.
“Spread your legs, Aurora.”
“What?” I whispered, even as I followed his order. There was just enough light left in the sky that it cast everything in shades of navy and black. Talon’s hand slid over the console and onto my thigh, where his deft fingers bunched the bottom of my dress higher on my legs until my panties were exposed. The tip of his finger brushed across the damp material at my center, and my entire body jerked.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, peaches.”
Breathlessly, I asked him why he kept calling me that, as he moved the digit up and down the wet gusset of my panties.
“Your name means the dawn. And it reminds me of the colors of a sunrise. At dawn. Peaches.”
“Oh,” I moaned, eyes closed, as he slipped a finger past the elastic barrier and touched the skin beneath.
