The elderly couple finally moved, though at tortoise speed, and I stood and stretched my legs. I grabbed my carry-on out of the overhead bin and walked off the plane and into my new life. I followed the signs to baggage claim and strode toward carousel number five. I knew him before he even turned around. So tall. Taller than either of his brothers, with that signature Steel black hair curling over his collar. The white shirt stretched over broad shoulders and then tapered down to a trim waistline and a gorgeous ass in dark jeans. I gulped. Well, what had I expected? For him to be waving a sign that said Jade Roberts on it? Why hadn’t I gone to the bathroom to check myself out? I no doubt looked like I had been run over by a truck. I walked up behind him and cleared my throat. He turned, and two nearly black eyes scorched into me. His skin was nicely tanned and his nose almost perfectly formed except for a barely noticeable crook. He must have broken it once. His strong jawline was covered in black stubble— about a day’s worth, maybe more. His lips were full and dark pink. And that corded neck… What might that bronze skin feel like against my fingertips? The first two buttons of his stark-white shirt were open, and a few black chest hairs peeked out. My nipples poked against my bra, and my skin tightened, as if I’d been shrink-wrapped.
“You Jade?” he said in a husky voice.
I nodded, unable to speak. Talon Steel was a god come to life
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