CHAPTER TEN
SUNNY
S omeone snored, and it wasn’t me. I rolled onto my side to find the snore came along for the ride too. Arms wrapped tight around my chest and tucked me into the warmth of a weighted security blanket. Leather and denim. A hint of spice of soap or whiskey.
Hawk.
Despite the fact I wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the man, I leaned into his hard body, reveling in the security he offered. Safety. Something I hadn’t felt for so long I’d forgotten what it was like to rely on someone else. Someone who cared.
Someone who wasn’t family.
It felt strange, almost like?—
Hold up, Sunny. He’s a driver. Remember?
That was okay. I needed sex. That was the reason for the Hawk inspired dream right? But then yesterday’s events hit me hard—all of them—and lust had little to do with the hours he stood by my side when anyone else would have either taken over or made their excuses and left.
Like always.
So where did that leave me, exactly? And him? I bit back the desire to call it love—we’d only gotten together yesterday. Or at least we’d kissed yesterday. And some other things. But that kiss had evolved into so much more.
I wiggled a little as anxiety settled in for a good, morning length wake up panic session, but the limbs wrapped around me refused to budge. I wiggled again and wondered if I could scoot under the arm that held me tight, but there was no room, and Hawk was a whole lot stronger than I’d thought he would be, even asleep.
I’d underestimated so much about him, and it was going to cost me one of two things, if that hadn’t already happened.
My gut clenched hard enough to bend me double in a not quite retch, though the motion was thankfully silent. Still, the action tore a gasp from my throat and brought tears to my eyes that, once they started, didn’t seem to want to stop.
Everything from yesterday, from the last weeks that had built up beneath the surface with no outlet released in a flood that was overwhelming.
This is your morning panic attack. Would you like a side serve of guilt with your beverage?
The wake up call wasn’t what I’d planned but there was no stopping it once it started. I fought back the gasps and sobs that wanted to shake my body with its force, my embarrassment fierce that Hawk—that anyone—was in my bed at the same time as it hit me.
His palm pressed against my stomach, drawing me tighter into his embrace as I gasped for anything—air, sanity.
Security.
I swiped at my eyes with the backs of my hands, relieved he was still asleep. He had sat with me for hours, wasting his entire day and evening to help me out. After our intimate moment in his car—my cheeks flamed at the thought—he had carried me up the stairs when my body froze, jammed somewhere between exhaustion andemotionally deficit.
I remembered him sneaking off after he had tucked me into my own bed and run downstairs to, I assumed, check the house as he had promised. I remembered him cradling me to his chest, wrapping his arms around my body, shielding me.
I remembered him asleep, still holding me when that same wave of exhaustion took him under too, because he stayed. He hadn’t left me alone. Hawk had stayed, was here still.
The tears started anew.
The hand on my stomach shifted and every part of me froze far too late to realize he wasn’t asleep at all.
Hawk rolled me onto my back, his fully clothed body weight settling between my thighs. It took me a moment to realize he had procured a shirt from somewhere—maybe his car during his nighttime walk before he returned to me. A gasp left me as he pushed my knees apart with his, grinding into me. An ache grew between us that was only half aroused. His citrine sleep-mussed gaze hit me in the I-need-him-right-now section. My legs rose of their own accord, wrapping around his thighs to draw him closer.
“Morning, Princess.” Hawk braced his forearms either side of my head, locking me into a cage of muscle and pure kick-my-ass sexy heat.
“Morning,” I whispered. The tears stopped, miraculously cured by the bolt of desire that flooded my body with a shot of much needed dopamine and headed south fast.
“What’s this?” Hawk’s lips brushed over my cheeks where the tears had tracked through yesterday’s makeup.
“Oh, my God.” I was still fully clothed and I hadn’t showered. Horror replaced the happy drugs in my system.
The panic kicked in again.
“Uh uh,” Hawk licked a tear track from my cheek and ground his hips forward, the ridge of his jeans rubbing into my denim-clad pussy.
I moaned, horrified at the sound. My hands slid around his shoulders and held on tight. “I was afraid of?—”
Hawk’s smile faded to be replaced by pure lust, though a shadow of something more flickered across the black embers smoldering in his dark gaze. He ground his hips forward again, leaving me aching for the feel of his cock sliding into me?—
“Stop,” I gasped. “Hawk, I?—”
“What, Coops?” he murmured, his voice as smooth as good whiskey. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
Not once did he stop grinding against me. My body didn’t help the situation, betraying me as I rubbed myself against him, my heels pressing into the backs of his thighs. He hit a spot that sent pleasure flaring out through my limbs. More sounds ripped from my throat. In for a penny…. I flexed my fingers, my hips arcing off the bed to meet his thrusts.
“Oh, please—” I sobbed the word, but panic had nothing to do with the way it came out. Need rose in me on its own tide and I chased its retreat with my body.
“Is that a yes or a no?” His smile was a wicked thing that promised sin, sex and pleasure.
I arched to meet him again. He ground me into the mattress, trapping me beneath his body as he thrust against me, hard and fast, pounding our bodies together despite the barrier our clothes provided.
“Yes, please, yes!” I would have screamed the words, but I couldn’t draw in enough breath.
“Good girl,” Hawk purred, his hips slamming into mine and I knew exactly how fucking him would feel.
His fingers wound tight in my hair as he pulled my head back, and his body stilled above mine. My head moved with his hand, far enough that I arced off the bed seeking the contact I craved, but he was too far away for me to reach.
“Please, Hawk. Please—” I begged, mewled, anything. The man had reduced me to a whining hot mess and we hadn’t taken our clothes off yet.
“Yes?” His hips grazed over the spot where I needed the contact most.
“Please,” I gasped, digging my heels into his hips. My legs tightened around his waist, anything to bring him closer, closer to me.
Hawk’s smile deepened as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “Come for me, Princess.”
I whimpered, arching higher and he gave me the contact I sought for a brief moment.
That was all it took for my world to explode.
He cradled me against his chest as I gasped, whimpering through my orgasm, and clawed at his shoulders. I dug my fingers into the muscle beneath his t-shirt there, desperate to hold onto him, my anchor as the world dropped away.
His arms were tight around me, though he stared down at me with something akin to wonder in his dark eyes until my legs stopped shaking. “Better?”
“Better,” I whispered, unable to make any louder sound.
“Good.” He lowered his mouth to mine, brushing my lips with his, almost hesitant in his touch.
“I’m not going to break, Hawk,” I murmured. The soft sound became the faintest breath between us as his mouth descended on mine.
Hawk stole my ability to think.
His kisses were languid, lazy and slow as though he had all the time in the world to play. Each brush of his lips, every contact left me sated yet wanting more. His tongue stroked mine in an unhurried caress that melted any resistance inside me.
I whined when he broke the kiss, hating the sound.
He gave a dark laugh, pushing his hair back from his face with one hand. “Damn, Coops. I haven’t felt like that since I was a teen. I don’t remember the last time I made a girl come fully clothed, either.”
“Yesterday. Twice.” I groaned and closed my eyes.
“Is that so?” Amusement laced his voice, and I knew the knowledge I’d given him was dangerous in his hands, and would be used to my detriment at some point.
Likely somewhere public, knowing Hawk.
I started at the thought that I did know, or at least, I was beginning to know a bit more about him. Who Hawk was versus who he had to be every day for his job, not that the face he showed to the rest of the world.
And none of this would make a cent of difference if I didn’t deal with that contract, preferably sooner than later.
“Penny for your thoughts.” One knee pressed between my thighs, pushing them wider. His other leg trapped mine open.
I opened my mouth to argue, but all that came out was a soft, breathy moan. “My sister?—”
“Left the house over an hour ago. We slept through, Coops. Now, that little noise. Do it again.” A curious note entered his voice as he pressed his knee between my thighs again, his aim dead center.
I obliged, because there was nothing I could do to stop the sound escaping my lips.
“Perfect.” Satisfaction— victory? —entered his voice.
“You should?—”
“Shh, Coops. I’m learning things about you. And you’re going to show me everything I want to see.”
I fought it; I swore I did. But less than a minute later I arched off the bed as pleasure rolled over me in a tsunami of sensation that threatened to floor me if I wasn’t already on my back, beneath him.
And we were still fully clothed.
“Take this off,” I rasped, hating how weak—faint—my voice sounded. “Please. I want to touch you.”
Hawk smiled, kneeling back onto his heels and shucked his tee over his head. He watched my gaze take him in, feast on the sight of carved muscle that gave his body a ripped and dangerous appearance. A deep vee disappeared into the waist of his jeans. I reached for him, but to my surprise, he caught my hand, drawing me up from my bed.
“Shower,” he supplied, tugging me along with him. “Come on, Panda Princess. Where is it?”
I laughed, angling him in the right direction.
The door closed behind me and I found myself pinned to it.
His hands traveled to the hem of my shirt as he devoured me, kissing me hard enough to bruise. I couldn’t breathe but I wouldn’t have cared if I'd fallen.
My hands went on a little tour of their own as he tugged my shirt over my head to land on the floor. My bra followed it in quick order. I ran my hands down those washboard abs, flicked at the button of his jeans. Those disappeared and I peeled my own off while Hawk leaned into the shower to turn on the water. He turned back to me hard and naked, and my mouth watered.
A finger tipped my chin back, and he was right there in front of me. I wound my fingers around his length as I stared into his eyes, tremors of pleasure ghosting through my system, awakening every nerve ending with a shock that lit my body on fire.
“Fuck, Sunny.” Hawk braced his hands on the door either side of my head, his gaze locked on mine as he filled my hand.
I stroked the length of him, brushed my thumb over the tip of him to earn a gasp, grazing my fingertips over his clean shaven balls when I reached the base of his cock. His girth filled my palm perfectly as I found a firm rhythm.
He surged into my hand, his hips thrusting forward until he knocked my arm away and crowded my space against the door. “I want to feel every curve, every inch of you pressed to me. But first.” He tapped my hip where the lace of my black thong sat snug against the curve there and traced the thin fabric’s path. “This needs to come off.”
My breath halted altogether.
Hawk gave me a slow smile. His finger traced the thong from my lower back between my cheeks to slide over my asshole to my pussy. One finger, curved against my body, that gave me an overwhelming collection of sensations running over me so fast that I couldn't tell one from the other. He drew me toward him, then slid his finger under the string, tugging the material up a little.
Already over-sensitized, I gasped at the added pressure, rocking my hips into his touch.
Hawk inhaled sharply and swore.
My thong disappeared and I found myself in the shower beneath the pummeling heat of the water and his brutal kisses. The world blotted out again as he pressed me back against the wall of the shower, his hand cupping my engorged mound. I gasped, lifting off my toes and into his touch, mumbling pleas for him to fill me. My palms flattened against the cold tiles, hot water cascading over us.
Hawk’s hair flattened over his temples, leaving him with a raw look that heightened my reaction to his touch. He ground the heel of his hand against my clit hard enough to tear a cry from my throat.
“Fuck, Princess. Give me all those little noises.” He spread his fingers apart, stroking the smooth, swollen skin beneath. “Damn, but you feel good.” His touch turned light as he stroked his fingertips along the puffy flesh either side of my pussy lips.
I moaned, clinging desperately to the slippery wall as my knees threatened to give out.
Hawk swore again and dropped to his knees. One hand splayed over my stomach, prevented me from falling, or retreating. The other caught the inside of my thigh, spreading my legs apart.
The first stroke of his tongue straight along my center left me gasping. He traced over the warmed skin, teasing and tasting, pinning me open to him.
I moaned and whimpered at his ministrations, gripping the hand that held me to the wall. Hawk’s eyes never left me as he sucked at the engorged, swollen flesh where he had pounded against me, soothing and teasing until I was a writhing mess above him.
“Sore, Princess?” He looked up at me. Water rained over his face, but he ignored it, holding my gaze.
“Tender,” I whimpered as his tongue went back to work, finding the sweetest spots and torturing me until I begged him to let me collapse.
His answer was to tighten his hold on my body while he sped everything up, each flick of his tongue, each suck and nibble.
I cried—real tears though the water washed them away—as I came, my body wracked with shudders while he drew the orgasm out.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled, rising to pull me into his arms.
My legs trembled as I stepped into him, slipping in the water that ran over my feet. He caught me, crushing my body to his. Everything about him I thought I’d known had been wrong. This man was everything I needed, even if I’d only have him for today. That was all. It had to be enough.
I got the impression KC Hawking was the kind of addiction I couldn’t afford.
His mouth claimed mine in a deep, rough kiss. My world narrowed to just us, and no one else.
He turned my back to him, one arm wrapped around my chest for support. His other hand grabbed a squirt of soap he spread over my breasts, rubbing and tugging, twisting the sensitive peaks that remembered his touch of last night. I laid my head back onto his shoulder, barely able to catch my breath.
His cock pressed between my cheeks as he washed my body. I took the soap offered to wash my face.
“Better?” I sensed the smile behind the word.
“Yes— ohh .”
His fingers slipped between my legs, sweeping over the entrance to my pussy. I clung to the arm wrapped between my breasts as he surged against my ass, rubbing himself against me. He collected my arousal, my legs slick with it to trace tiny circles around my clit, spreading me open with two fingers to tease the delicate bundle of nerves.
I jerked at the contact, but that only pressed his cock harder between my ass cheeks.
“This is gonna be quick, Sunny. I can’t—” His voice strained and he cursed, his weight pushing me forward. His fingers worked fast over my clit as I writhed against him, the pleasure overbearing, too painful.
Lines of pleasurable sensation merged, throwing me into a pit of need that turned me into a creature seeking its own continual high. He flicked my clit faster and faster until I slammed forward with the force of my climax, held up only by his arm securing me to his chest.
Hawk gripped my hips tight, thrusting hard against my lower back. He came with a groan, warmth spreading over my skin that the shower washed away in a moment. His body pressed seamlessly to mine, his heart pounded against my back, and I couldn't tell who held who up.
My tears mingled with the water cascading over us that washed away the evidence of our taboo moment that couldn’t be. I shuddered in his arms, clinging to him as I came down from the sort of high only he seemed able to provide.
He brushed my hair back, kissing the curve of my neck. That small touch alone sent ripples of pleasure rolling over me. Hawk straightened, drawing me tight against him as though desperate for his own anchor. He washed us both, located my shampoo and conditioner to wash my hair as well, massaging the gel into my scalp.
I held onto the wall and tried my hardest not to fall, though I suspected that I already had.
Too late.