That same psychologist would probably also have a scientific name for the possessive inclination that would cause Erik to decide Talia was his to begin with.Shoving the doubts to the back of his mind, he focused on the woman lying on her belly before him. Her ass was perfect, rising smooth and full before flaring into ample hips. Tangled hair rested against her back, and her arms were tucked beneath her head, giving him an enticing view of the pale, sensitive skin at the sides of her breasts.“Would you quit staring? You’re making me self-conscious.” Her voice was muffled by the pillows.He’d been standing in the doorway. Now he closed the distance between them and stretched out alongside her warm body.“Did you find your phone and order food?” She lifted her head, giving him an expression of woe. “I’m going to die of starvation.”He ran the palm of his hand from her shoulder blades to the cleft of her ass. “You could quit burning calories.”She wrapped one hand around his cock.
