CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Bianca opened her eyes slowly and sighed. Turning to the window, she blinked at the sunlight streaming in between the curtains.
With a yawn, she stretched and sat up. Glancing down at herself, she hurriedly tugged the large t-shirt down over her thighs. She was wearing Talon’s t-shirt.
Heat flooded her body when she remembered her erotic dream and what she did in Talon’s bed last night. She had touched herself and brought herself to climax on his sheets. His scent had inflamed her further, and she had masturbated twice before her body finally calmed down.
Bianca winced and pushed herself off the bed. She had never felt so horny before. She had thought of Talon the whole time, imagining him touching her all over and wringing multiple orgasms from her.
“God, Bianca,” she whispered, slapping a hand over her eyes. “Stop it. Stop it right now!”
She made her way to the bathroom on wobbly legs. Splashing cold water on her face sobered her up, but it did nothing to douse that red hot fire that was burning through her body.
She saw a towel hanging on the rack and grabbed it eagerly. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against the towel.
It was Talon’s scent on the towel. Bianca inhaled a long, deep breath, taking in his wonderful, comforting scent.
Bianca put the towel back on the rack and frowned. What was she doing? She couldn’t understand her own actions. Talon was no doubt a very attractive, sexy male. And he had saved her from the black wolves by letting her hide in his house. That made him a hero in her eyes.
But that didn’t explain her weird behavior. She seemed to be addicted to his scent. She wanted to rub herself all over him and feel those big, hard muscles under her fingers. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted Talon to fuck her and mate with her…
Mate?
Bianca scowled at her reflection in the mirror. She was becoming an animal! A sex-crazed, horny, wild beast!
“Stop,” she hissed. “Stop acting like a crazy woman!”
She washed up quickly and ran her fingers through her unruly curls. Padding over to the bedroom door, she opened the door gingerly and peeped out.
Bianca gasped when she saw a plastic bag full of women’s clothes sitting on the floor just outside the bedroom. She pulled the bag into the room and closed the door.
A piece of paper fluttered out from the bag. Her name was written in pencil on the small piece of paper.
Bianca shook the clothes out and saw three blouses, two pairs of jeans and three sets of matching underwear. They were all brand new. The tags were still on them.
“For me,” she gasped. “He bought all these for me.”
Quickly, she slipped out of Talon’s big t-shirt and tried on the new underwear and clothes. The bra was a little too big and the panties too small but they were comfortable enough. She picked a frilly blouse and pulled on the jeans. They fitted her perfectly.
After checking herself in the mirror, Bianca opened the door and walked out nervously. There were sounds coming from the back of the house and she followed the inviting aroma to the kitchen.
Talon was at the stove, frying up a storm. There was two plates laden with hash browns, toast and eggs on the table. Hearing her step, Talon turned around, holding a pan of sizzling sausages.
His eyes widened when he saw her, and his gaze raked down her body. Bianca fidgeted and ran her hand down her blouse and jeans self-consciously. “T-thank you for the clothes,” she said, blushing.
He stood still as his glowing eyes hungrily took in every inch of her. Bianca thought she heard a low growl.
“Breakfast is ready,” he said at last. His voice was low and gruff, and he sounded almost dangerous.
Gulping, Bianca took the coffee pot and poured two mugs of coffee while Talon served up the sausages. When Talon walked round the table to pull out the chair for her, theirs hands brushed and that brief, searing contact made Bianca jump. The heat and sexual tension between them was so palpable she could almost taste it. Taste him.
The kitchen smelled of food and Talon. To Bianca, it smelled like...home.
Talon sat down opposite her and picked up his fork. “You hungry?” he drawled, looking straight at her.
Oh yes she was. She was starving, but it wasn’t just her stomach that was craving to be filled.
“Yes,” she answered, forcing herself to meet his eyes even though she could feel her cheeks burning. “I’m really hungry.” For you.