Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
H awk offered to walk Lexi home, though "offered" wasn’t really the right word. He wasn’t giving her a choice—not when every fiber of his being was demanding to be near her. From the second their lips had met back on the lodge deck, all he could think about was touching her again, tasting her again.
Dinner had been torture. Coffee, excruciating.
His focus had narrowed to the faint curve of her smile, the way her hair caught the light, the memory of her soft moan against his mouth.
They left the lodge together, the humid night air clinging to their skin as they followed the moonlit path. The jungle was alive with its symphony of insects and distant calls, but he barely heard it. Every sound was muted beneath the thunderous pulsing of his desire. She walked ahead of him, her stride brisk, her silhouette outlined in silver by the moonlight.
Fuck, the urge to touch her, to claim her, was maddening.
When they were finally out of sight of the lodge, he couldn’t take it anymore. Without warning, he reached for her, spinning her around and pulling her into his arms. Her gasp barely escaped before his mouth crushed against hers, hot and insistent. He kissed her like he’d been starving for her, devouring her lips with a hunger he couldn’t suppress. His hands slid down to her hips, pulling her flush against him, the softness of her body molding perfectly to the hardness of his.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and gravelly with desire. “Now that I’ve tasted you, I just want more.”
Her soft moan was his undoing. She kissed him back with equal intensity, her hands gripping his arms, sliding up to clutch at his shoulders, as if she needed to hold on to him to keep from falling. He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, locked together in a kiss that threatened to consume them both, before he backed her against the thick trunk of a eucalyptus tree. Her head tilted back, lips parting to welcome him, and he took full advantage, tasting her deeply, possessively.
The feel of her, the taste of her—it fueled the fire raging inside of him. He buried his hands in her hair, tilting her head to angle her mouth perfectly under his. The tiny sounds she made, the way her fingers tangled in his hair, drove him wild. She tasted sweet and intoxicating, like a drug he couldn’t get enough of.
“Jesus, Nymph.” He pressed her against the tree as his lips trailed down her jawline, his teeth grazing the delicate skin of her neck.
She gasped, her body arching into him, clawing at his shirt. He couldn’t resist running his hands along her sides, feeling the curve of her waist beneath his fingers. Her skin was warm, her breath coming in short, soft pants that sent a rush of satisfaction straight through him.
“Stop,” she said, though her laugh belied the command. “We’ll never make it home at this rate.”
“Right now, I don’t care.” His voice was rough with need. His lips brushed against hers again, teasing, tasting, lingering. But she pulled back, laughing breathlessly as she tugged him toward the path. “Come on, Hawk. Let’s at least try to make it to the cabin.”
They stumbled through the clearing, hand in hand, the anticipation thick and electric between them. The second they reached her door, Hawk was on her again, his hands at her waist, his lips trailing over the curve of her neck as she fumbled with her keys.
“You’re not helping.” She laughed, breathlessly, her fingers trembling as she finally managed to unlock the door.
The moment it opened, he pushed her inside and kicked it shut behind him. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. His hands slid under her blouse, his fingers grazing the bare skin of her back as he pulled her closer. She sighed into his kiss, her nails dragging lightly across his shoulders, and it was all the encouragement he needed.
“You drive me crazy,” he muttered, his voice low and rough as he peeled her blouse off and let it fall to the floor. The moonlight streaming through the window bathed her in soft silver light, illuminating every curve, every inch of pale, perfect skin.
“And so fucking beautiful.” His breath caught as he looked at her, and he couldn’t stop his hands from exploring—tracing the line of her collarbone, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips.
Her bra joined the blouse on the floor, and he lowered his head, taking one taut peak into his mouth. Lexi cried out, her back arching, her hands gripping his hair as he continued to suckle. The sound of her moans made his blood roar, and he couldn’t stop himself from backing her toward the bed, his lips never leaving her skin.
She fell back against the mattress, hair splayed out around her like a dark halo. He stood for a moment, stripping off his shirt and jeans with quick, efficient movements. Her eyes were locked on him, dark and full of heat, and it made him feel like the luckiest man alive.
He joined her on the bed, deftly unbuttoning her linen trousers and sliding them off her long, tanned legs. She writhed, reaching for him, and when he kissed her again, it was with a tenderness he’d never felt before. This smart, sassy, brave, remarkable and beautiful woman was his. Even if it was only for tonight.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, while her hands roamed over his back, drawing him in. Her soft moans drove him to the brink of madness.
“Lexi,” he gasped, as he pressed kisses along her jaw, her neck, her shoulder.
“Mm…”
“Are you on birth control?”
She shook her head. “Crap, no. I stopped taking it when I got here.” Her face fell.
He fished in his jeans pocket for his wallet. “Hang on. I think I’ve got a condom.”
He pulled out the wrapper.
Thank fuck.
It would have been a crying shame if they hadn’t been able to have sex.
“Put it on. I want you. Now.”
Her words made him tremble with need. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her tight pussy around his cock, right fucking now.
He peeled off her panties, discarding them on the bed, and pulled on the condom, before positioning himself over her. She gripped his ass and pulled him closer until he nestled against her wet entrance. From her breathy, wide-eyed gasps, he could tell she was ready for him.
Grabbing her hips, he thrust inside her, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, her head falling back onto the pillow, her glorious breasts rising off the bed. He’d never seen anything so goddamn sexy in his life.
“Oh, God, Lexi,” he groaned, as her folds tightened around him. He was buried so deep, that if he moved, he feared he’d come. Bending over, he claimed a perfect nipple in his mouth and sucked. It puckered immediately hardening under his tongue.
She gasped, writhing against him. He withdrew an inch, only to thrust in again.
Her body trembled beneath him, her eyes huge as she stared up at him. “Hawk… Oh, my God. Hawk. I’m so close.”
She was so hot and tight and wet, he could barely hold on himself. “Easy, baby,” he murmured, and drove in again, this time feeling her clench around his shaft.
“I can’t help it, I’m sorry.” Her pussy convulsed, and she arched off the bed. He felt each little shudder as the waves crashed down on her.
He stared in awe. Goddamn, that was quick. She must have been so ready for him. It made him feel like a million bucks.
Wanting to make it the best fucking orgasm she’d ever had, he drove in again and again, until she was screaming his name. Her spasms sent him over the edge, and he spiraled into the abyss.
“Fuck, Lexi,” he growled, as he pumped into her, half out of his mind with need and desire. It was too much, he was going to explode.
With a guttural yell, his mind emptied and he unleashed. Powerful jets of lava spurted into her, over and over again, until he felt drained. Until she’d milked him dry, and he had nothing left to give.
He collapsed on top of her, hearing her heart pounding against his. They were both drenched in sweat, their bodies glistening in the light of the moon steaming in through the window.
Never in his life had he experienced anything as sudden and intense as that. As his heart slowed to a controllable rate, he knew something had changed inside him. He’d found the one woman he’d never tire of. The one woman who mattered more than anyone else.
And he was leaving her in the morning.