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They’re impossible to figure out. Just when you think...
    But his train of thought is interrupted as she moves to the edge of the seat and slides her knees around him. This time her arms come over his shoulders as he claims her mouth, letting out a soft rumble from deep inside. The breeze can no longer carry her scent away and Talon can’t resist. As her head falls back he slides one hand up over her breast, noting the feel of her heavy lace bra through the thin knit of her shirt. He finally has access to her exposed throat, dragging his teeth over it as he accepts her display of surrender.
    “Come,” Talon says, startled by the thickness of his voice. She stands but as he backs up to the bed she stops, feet rooted to the floor. She’s afraid. It’s fight or flight for his little gryphon. She’s going to bolt but first she’ll say something; a little gem of advice to explain how things went so horribly wrong.
    “Everything about you feels like danger,” Shadow eyes the door.
    That’s what I am .
    “Look,” he keeps his hands at his sides to look as non-threatening as possible. “If this isn’t what you want, if you don’t feel comfortable with me, it’s okay. I understand.”
    “That’s not it,” she says.
    Talon’s eyes snap up and he realizes he’s been looking at the floor pretending she’s already gone so his disappointment isn’t so painful.
    “I just…” she sighs. Her brow furrows like when she felt foolish for calling him big. “Promise you’ll get between me and anything that comes in the door.”
    Jesus.
    He’s completely misread her. Even scenting her feelings he has no shortage of ways to mess things up. He won’t let it happen again, deciding to act on his own instincts and stop worrying about what she means.
    “ Arlette ,” he whispers. Baby eagle. “I promise.”
    This time she accepts when he pulls her further into the sleeper.
    Her body carries traces of the rich leather she wore and the heavy leather belt holding up her jeans keeps its cloy close to her skin. She watches; her hair falls past her flawless shoulders as he opens the buckle then pushes her shirt up enough to feel the warmth of her skin. If he could sink into her now he would but he wants to unwrap her and make sure he doesn’t miss a thing. Instinct says take your time, Talon.
    He grabs the waist of her jeans and reaches up her pant leg for the zipper on her boot. It seems to go up forever, nearly to her knee and he wishes he could get the pants off and keep the boots on. Shadow complies, lifting one foot then the other as he puts the boots and socks aside.
    Then she turns her back to him.
    On the wing it would trigger his hunt response and as a human it does something similar. Aggression drives him closer than ever to taking her. He slides forward, her calf between his thighs and as she pivots it grinds into his hardening cock. Then she turns the other way, rubbing it again. Bad girl, when the time comes she’s going to get it.
    Talon pops the button on her jeans before sliding the zipper down then he tugs exposing more of the blue he saw when he first pulled up.
    “My Shadow,” he sighs and presses his lips to the small of her back. The pants come down and she steps out. As his hand runs down her thigh she moans at his touch. The panties are the same heavy lace he felt on her bra, cut high and exposing so much skin he may not need to take them off.
    “God damn, Shadow,” he breathes. “Damn hot.”
    “Just a small town bank teller with a two hundred dollar underwear habit.”
    Her hips move in time with his caress, over the rounds of her ass and slipping beneath the blue lace.
    “I’m just a prairie trucker and I’ve never seen two hundred dollar underwear,” he admits. Never thought he’d dig a human encounter with a gryphon so much he believes he’d miss out if they’d taken wing together.
    But her response to his touch is undeniable and keeping her back to him is such a brazen tease. Talon