“You were shot,” she whispered, her brown eyes huge in her face.
“Grazed,” he repeated.
“Did you kill him?” she asked.
Eagle’s lips twitched. “Yeah.”
“Good!” she said fiercely.
He couldn’t help but stare at her lips when she licked them.
“Eagle?” she asked.
Knowing he was probably making a mistake, but not able to help himself, Eagle lowered his head.
He gave her enough time to understand what he was going to do, and when she didn’t pull back or ask him what the hell he thought he was doing—and instead reached up and put one hand behind his neck—Eagle closed his eyes and did what he’d been longing to do for weeks.
He kissed her.
Hard.
He’d wanted to go slow. To convince her that he could be more than a friend. Reassure her that they’d be good together. But Taylor ruined any chance he had of controlling himself when she all but devoured him. Her hand tightened on his nape, and she tilted her head to take him more easily. The moan in the back of her throat had his cock immediately ready for action.
As far as first kisses went, it wasn’t perfect. Their teeth clicked together, and they had more enthusiasm than finesse, both of them desperate. But he’d never felt anything more perfect than Taylor’s lips on his.
He pulled her to the edge of the counter, until his dick was pressing insistently between her thighs. Taylor moaned again and wrapped her legs around his ass, then hooked her ankles together, as if she was never going to let him go.
Their tongues dueled, tasting and learning each other’s mouths. God, Eagle had never been turned on so fast before. Taylor lit up in his arms, acting as if she wanted to fuse her body with his.
Not even thinking about his arm, Eagle lifted her with his good arm under her ass and the other wrapped around her back.
She wrenched her mouth from his and gasped, “Eagle! Your arm!”
“It’s fine,” he breathed, then put his lips over hers once more. He couldn’t stop kissing her. Didn’t want to stop kissing her. Now that they’d crossed this line, he didn’t ever want to go back to just being friends.
It didn’t take too many steps to be at her bed. Knowing his arm wasn’t going to allow him to prop himself above her, Eagle turned and sat. Taylor straddled him, and when he scooted backward and lay down, she was right there with him, kissing him the entire way.
She finally pulled back slightly and looked down at him. Her lips were swollen, and her cheeks were flushed. He wanted nothing more than to ravage her completely.
“Are we being stupid?” she asked uncertainly.
“No,” he said immediately. “I can honestly say I’ve never wanted anything more than to be deep inside you.”
“I don’t want to lose you,” she said.
“You aren’t going to lose me,” he said firmly.
Her nipples were tight under her tank top, and Eagle longed to strip off the top and look his fill. He’d fantasized about what she’d look like—but he wouldn’t do anything if she wasn’t one hundred percent on board.
He brought his hands back up to her face and ran his thumbs over her cheeks. “The first thing I thought of when that asshole’s bullet grazed me was you. I worried about what would happen to you if I didn’t come home. The pain was so intense—not from my wound, but from what I thought you’d be feeling. I knew right then I needed to stop fucking around and tell you how I feel about you.”
He paused.
“And?” she whispered.
“I’m crazy about you. Have been for a very long time. I like everything about you, Taylor.”
“I’m not going to get better, Eagle. I’m never going to recognize you.”
“I don’t need you to pick me out of a crowd, Flower. I’ll always come to you. You’ll know it’s me by the way I look at you. You’ll know it’s me by the way I smell—don’t think I haven’t noticed you smelling me any chance you get,” he teased. “You’ll know it’s me because I’ll tell you it’s me. I won’t get tired of it, and I won’t make you feel bad for something you have no control over.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Are you even real?”
“I’m real. And I’m yours . . . if you want me.”
“I want you,” Taylor said gently. “I have for a long time, but I figured you’d decided to just be friends.”
“I didn’t want to rush you,” Eagle admitted.
“I missed you,” Taylor said. “So many times I wanted to pick up the phone and talk to you.”
“I missed you too. But now I’m back, and we can catch up . . . tomorrow.”
She grinned. “Oh, because you’re tired and want to sleep now, huh?”
Eagle snorted. “I’m not tired. And I don’t want to sleep. But with my bum arm . . . this is gonna have to go differently than I’d like.”
And just like that, the concern was back in her gaze. “Oh! I never got to look at your arm. Maybe we should—”
“You can look at it later. Right now, I need you to take what you want,” Eagle told her bluntly. “I can’t hold myself above you and fuck you, so you’re going to have to be in control our first time.”
He could tell Taylor was unsure . . . but he also saw the excited gleam in her eye. “You like that,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
“Yeah,” she admitted.
“How about you start by taking off your tank so I can see what I’ve thought about more nights than I can count?” he suggested.
Taylor laughed. “I thought I was in charge,” she replied, reaching for the hem of her tank.
Eagle wanted to respond, but it felt as if he’d swallowed his tongue.
Because she’d been in her pajamas when he’d knocked on her door, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the second the material cleared her head, his hands were there, cupping and squeezing her beautiful tits.
She had small areolas and nipples, but the fleshy globes were more than a handful. “Damn,” he said softly.
In response, Taylor arched her back and pressed herself into his hands. Eagle’s fingers went to her nipples and pinched them lightly. He was rewarded by a louder moan from between her lips. Taylor sat up straighter atop him and arched her back even farther. “Eagle,” she whispered. He wasn’t sure if it was a protest or an encouragement to continue.
“So fucking perfect,” he said. Then he wrapped his right hand around her back and pulled her back down. He ducked his head, took one of her nipples into his mouth, and sucked hard.
“Oh shit!” Taylor said, throwing a hand out to catch herself. She leaned over him, her gorgeous breasts hanging down as he sucked on one nipple, then the other.
When Eagle felt her begin to squirm, he realized neither of them was going to last through much foreplay. He licked her once more before tilting his chin back to look up into her face. “Take off your pants,” he ordered.
He’d meant to let her set the pace, to take control, but it literally wasn’t in his DNA to lie there and let someone else dictate all their moves. He needed more of her. Needed to feel her naked body against his own. He simply needed her.