s**t. David cursed himself viciously. Screwing a hot woman like Talia, yet flashes of Elena"s face intruded? What the hell was wrong with him? Talia seemed to sense his distraction. She turned over in her sleep, a smooth, muscular thigh draping over him, her hand wandering down unconsciously and finding his half-soft length with unerring accuracy. His body responded with immediate, honest urgency, blood rushing south. Well, f**k it. He rolled over roughly, waking her, using action to scour the chaotic thoughts from his mind. Talia mumbled something drowsy at first, but quickly responded with equal fervor, her nails leaving burning trails down his back. As he pinned her, the bunk frame groaned with metal fatigue. He parted her sleep-limp legs and drove into her without preamble, the dry fri
