“Jesus, even your fucking laugh makes me hard,” I mutter, covering my eyes with my elbow and trying to think of anything to make my erection die down.

“Sorry.” She snorts.

“Right,” I grunt.

“Really, I’m sorry,” she says as she tries to move my arm, but I hold firm. I find out that’s a mistake when she moves again, this time to straddle my hips, the position placing her hot-as-fuck pussy right over my hard-on.

“Mia.” I move my arm and take hold of both her hips.

“Oh good, I got your attention.” She tips her head to the side. “So when did you convince yourself that you needed to protect me from your penis?”

“Pardon?”

“That’s what you’re doing, aren’t you? I’m learning that protecting me is kind of your thing, so I’m guessing at some point last night you convinced yourself that you need to protect me from your penis.”

My lips twitch, and I shake my head. “I’m giving you time.”

“That’s sweet, Talon.” She leans forward, resting one hand against my chest, which spreads her open over my shaft that throbs in response. Her other hand moves to my jaw, and her middle and index finger slide down the center of my mouth, catching on my bottom lip. “So do I get a say in what I want?” She rolls her hips forward. “Or do you get to make all the decisions for me?”

“Mia.” My voice is gruff with lust and frustration.

“I’m just asking a question.” Her tongue slips out to wet her lips as her breath catches. “If I get a choice, I’d tell you that I want you.” She slides forward once more, and I don’t even attempt to stop her. “But if that’s not what you want….” She moves like she’s going to get off me, but before she can, I flip her to her back and settle myself between her thighs.

Moving to my knees, I take off my shirt. “Are you sure?” I ask as she stares at my chest and abs. “Mia.” She doesn’t answer, so I repeat, “Mia!”

Shaking her head, she blinks up at me. “You can’t ask a woman that question after you take off your shirt. You need to ask it before.” My chuckle ends on a groan when she lifts her hands to my chest and smooths them down over my abs to the waistband of my sleep pants, tugging them down. “If you need my verbal agreement, my answer is yes, I’m sure.”

Having the confirmation I need, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her up so I can take her mouth. I skim my free hand up her thigh, under my shirt she’s wearing, and finding that, at some point, she lost her panties.

“Surprise,” she whispers, and then her back arches and her mouth opens on a silent cry when I slide my fingers between her legs, finding her soft, wet, and hot. “Oh God, Talon.” Her nails dig into my shoulder as I circle her clit.

“Get the shirt off, Mia,” I demand roughly, and she makes quick work of taking it off. The moment her breasts are exposed, I lick my lips. Her tits are perfect, not too big, not too small, with dusky-pink nipples that tighten against the chill in the room. Dipping my head, I nip one then the other, listening to her moan, then dive two fingers inside her. Finding that rough patch of flesh that makes her pussy clench, I curl my fingers against it and latch onto one breast, sucking hard.

“I’m going to come.” Her nails dig into my scalp, and I hiss out a breath, torn between wanting to fuck her and wanting to eat her through her next climax. My cock throbs as she soaks my hand, and being inside her wins out. Once her body relaxes, I kiss her while I remove my hand from between her legs then roll us again so she’s straddling my waist, kicking my pants off the rest of the way. “Condom,” she whimpers, wrapping her hand around my cock and pumping twice.

I keep hold of her hip and pray as I reach for my jeans on the floor. I grab my wallet, and when I find a single condom, I thank my lucky stars. I rip it open with my teeth, and she takes it from me and quickly slides it down my length. “Slow down, baby.” I cover her hand with mine when she attempts to position herself over the head. Her heated gaze comes to me, and she licks her lips. Fuck, I’ve never seen anything more gorgeous than Mia when she’s turned on. But when her cheeks darken, I know she’s overthinking, so I flip her to her back and lick into her mouth while working my fingers between her legs, bringing her to the edge once more.

“Oh God.” She starts to squirm, looking for more, and I position myself at her entrance just as she raises her hips.

The moment her tight heat surrounds the head of my cock, we both groan, and then slowly I sink into her until I bottom out. I lean back, smoothing her hair away from her face, and when our eyes lock, my chest constricts from the amount of trust I see in her gaze. “Christ, Mia.”

“Talon,” she pants, swirling her hips and lifting her legs higher up on my waist as her neck and back arches. “I’m so full.”

I nip her chin, her neck, then lick down between her breasts before I capture one nipple between my lips and pull out only to slide back in. “Jesus, baby.” I cup her breast then slide my hand up to collar her throat. “Look at me, Mia,” I order, and she dips her chin. The moment her eyes hit mine, I pull out and slam back in, over and over. When her eyes that are already dark grow darker and her breathing speeds up, I move my hand between us to circle her clit. Her walls start to contract around me, and with two more hard thrusts, I plant myself inside her and slant my mouth over hers, drinking down her cries as we both ride out our orgasms.

With my heart pounding hard and my breathing harsh, I drag my mouth from hers and rest my damp forehead against her chest for a moment before rolling to my back, never losing our connection. As our breathing evens out, I run my fingers through her hair then ask quietly, “Are you freaking out?” I feel her body still for a moment and hold my breath.

She lifts her head and rests her chin on my chest, and I study her smile. “I’m not freaking out, so you don’t need to talk me out of running off.”

“Progress.”

“Progress.” She lifts her fingers to my mouth, and I kiss them when they rest against my lips. “I really like your lips.”

“Yeah?” I smooth my fingers over the apple of her cheek.

“Yeah, and this.” She touches the dimple in my chin.

“Good to know.”

“And your tattoos.” She moves her hand to my chest then arm. “I want to get another tattoo sometime.”

“Another?” I raise a brow.

“I have a small one.” She smiles.

“I obviously wasn’t very thorough if I missed a tattoo.”

She laughs then grins while muttering, “Obviously, so I guess we’re going to have to do that again.”

“Damn, sucks to be me.” I haul her up my chest and lose our connection, which sucks. What doesn’t suck is seeing the look on her face at the loss. “So where is this tattoo?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Challenge accepted.” I sit up with her still on my lap, and she wraps her arms around the back of my neck. “I think I’ll have better luck finding it in the shower.” I stand, and she laughs as I carry her into the bathroom. It takes me awhile to find her hidden tattoo, but eventually, I find the small infinity symbol on the inner bicep of her right arm then reward myself with eating her out until she’s screaming my name.