Chapter Ten
Talon Maverick
My mind raced violently, every coherent thought slipping away as I stood there, frozen in place, staring at her. Her presence alone was like a punch to my guts. That wicked and calculated gleam in her eyes—she knew exactly what she was doing to me. It was the same look she’d had when she’d left me frustrated, aching, and desperate for more days ago.
I had tried to rid myself of these thoughts, drown them out with other women, but none of them could compare to the memory of her. None of them could lace her shoes with the way she made me feel. Even the way she looks at me was more than enough to get me terribly hard.
Now she was here, sitting so casually on my couch, like she belonged right here, and hadn’t spent the last few days driving me out of my f*****g
