"You know," Sunshine said as soon as he hung up. "I could just go buy you some clothes. I do owe you.
"
Talon glanced around the loft. It looked as if a bottle of Pepto-Bismol had exploded, or the Cat in the Hat had come for a visit. There was pink everywhere. But what struck him most was the dilapidated condition of her furniture and her piecemeal decorations. Definitely a starving artist, the last thing this woman could afford was a pair of two-thousand-dollar pants, and the earth would stand still and shatter
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) before Talon ever put denim on his body.
"It's all right," he told her. "My friends will take care of it."
She brought him a plate of muffins and what appeared to be grass. "What's this?"
"Breakfast… or lunch." When he didn't take it, she added, "You need to eat. It's good for you. It's a cranberry bran muffin with flaxseed and alfalfa sprouts."
There was nothing on that plate that came close to resembling food. Especially to a man who was born and bred to be a Celtic chieftain.
Okay, Talon, you can cope with this. "Do you have any coffee?"
"Ew! No, that stuff will kill you. I have herbal teas, though."
"Herbal teas? That's mulch, not a beverage."
"Oooo, Mr. Picky woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
No human had ever been so flippant with him. Even Nick knew better. Feeling totally out of his element, Talon gave up.
"Fine. Where's your bathroom?"
Then right behind that came the thought,Please tell me you have one inside this loft and not out back in a parking lot .
She pointed to a dark corner of the loft. "Right there."
It was another area sectioned off by a hanging curtain. How wonderful was this?
And he'd mistakenly thought the Middle Ages were over.
Oh, what fond memories… not.
Talon walked over to it and had just pulled the curtain closed and dropped the blanket to the floor when Sunshine joined him. She held a pink towel and washcloth in her hands and stopped dead in her tracks when she caught sight of him standing there naked.
She put the towel on the sink and moved around him, looking him up and down. "You are just simply male perfection, you know that?"
He would have felt flattered had she not looked like someone sizing up a car. It wasn't desire for him that made her say that. Her tone was detached, the way her mother's had been.
She ran her warm, smooth hand down his back, over his tattoo. "Whoever gave you this tattoo was a very talented artist."
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) Chills spread over him as her hand glided down his spine to his hip. "My uncle did it," he said before he could stop himself. He hadn't spoken of his uncle with anyone in centuries.
"Really? Wow." She slid her hand up across his shoulders to the Dark-Hunter bow-and-arrow brand on his right shoulder blade. "Where did this come from?"
Talon shrugged her touch away. That was one mark he would never talk about to an uninitiated human.
"It's nothing."
It was then her gaze fell to his erection. Her face turned as pink as the towel. "Sorry," she said quickly. "I tend to not think before I act."
"I noticed." But what made it so bad was that she continued to stare at his erection. She had yet to look anywhere else.
"You really are abig man."
For the first time in over a thousand years, he felt his cheeks warm. Grabbing the towel, Talon covered himself.
Only then did she look away. "Here, let me get you a razor." She dropped to her knees, giving him a nice view of her bottom as she rummaged around in a makeshift pink wicker cabinet next to the pedestal sink. Her hips moved provocatively as she searched, only adding to his desire.
He clenched his teeth. That woman had the sexiest bottom he'd ever seen. One that made his groin burn even more as he thought about lifting that gauzy skirt and burying himself deep inside her. Of sliding himself in and out of her moist heat until they were both sweaty and spent.
Oh yeah, she was definitely a woman who could satisfy a man. He'd always been partial to women with lush curves and…
She emerged with a pink razor and toothbrush.
Talon curled his lip at the thought of using such girly items. "Do you own anything not pink?"
"I have a purple razor if you'd rather."
"Please."
She pulled out a darker pink one.
"That's not purple," Talon said. "It's pink too."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Well, that's all I have unless you want my X-Acto blade."
Extremely tempted, he took the razor from her.
Sunshine didn't move until he got into the claw-footed tub and pulled the shower curtain closed. Only
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) then did she allow herself to bite her knuckles at the luscious view of his naked backside. She was definitely going to have to sketch him.