Chapter Eighteen
Margo opened the door, knowing who the midnight visitor would be. She and Hawkeye had been making eye contact all day and she’d been hoping he would come to her after the party died down.
Now he was, looking amazing in a soft blue shirt and dark jeans.
“Care for some company?” he asked.
“I was hoping.” She pushed open the door with her big toe and stepped back. He strode inside and locked the door behind him.
“Want a drink?” she sashayed into the kitchen and took down two glasses. “I was about to have one myself.”
“Sure. I’d love one.”
“Palomo Sanford, the one playing the banjo in the band, gave me two bottles of wine. He owns a winery. I’m learning about this town and how interesting the people are.” She poured a small amount of red wine into mason jars and handed him one. “Sorry. We’re out of fancy crystal.”
“It all tastes the same.” He winked and took a step back to lean against the butcher block counter.
“How are you?” She stared at him.
He shook his head. “Great. I hope it’s okay I’m here.”
“Better than okay,” she admitted.
“You met a lot of people today. It can be overwhelming. Pairing all those names with faces.” He sighed. “I still can’t remember everyone.”
She rolled her head, rubbing the back of her neck, feeling some tension there.
“Hurting?” he asked.
“I carried Carsen around a lot today. He’s tiny until you lift him.”
He drained his glass then set it aside. “Turn around.”
“Huh?”
“Trust me. Turn around.”
“Okay.” She’d do anything for him when he used that husky tone of voice.
“Lift your hair so I don’t pull it,” he said.
She moved her hair off her shoulders, anticipating his touch. Although she knew it was coming, she still gave a little jerk of alarm when his fingers pressed onto her shoulders.
“You’re very tight,” he said next to her ear.
She shivered.
His hands were warm and large. They felt heavenly.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Yes. Don’t stop. Ever.”
His breath lifted the soft hair on her neck.
Margo braced her hands on the edge of the counter because he was digging into her muscles. She rolled her eyes back in her head, enjoying every second. She heard low, animal-like moans and realized she was the one making the sounds.
“You looked very happy today,” he said.
“Surprisingly, I felt right at home. No one asked any questions that made me uncomfortable.”
“I came here to offer my services as your protector again tonight.”
“No one can ever be too careful.” She chewed on the corner of her bottom lip. “I think you should definitely stay.”
“Is that what you want?”
She swiveled, cupping his face with her hands. The shadow of whiskers scratched her palms. “What do you want?” Her words came out on a shaky exhale.
His jaw worked beneath her palms. “What do I want?”
“Yes?”
His head tilted slightly and he snorted. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you.”
Her relief was met with his kiss. It was different than the kiss they’d shared yesterday. This was…well, more familiar.
He moved his mouth slowly, with patience she didn’t have.
His hand curved around the back of her head, and he savored her lips, exploring her, drawing more desire with each sweep of his tongue.
He clamped his hands onto the backs of her thighs and lifted her, placing her on the edge of the counter.
Now they were face-to-face. They breathed in each other’s breaths.
They continued to kiss, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She lifted her chin, merely an inch to say, “Is that for me?” She wagged her brows.
“Do you see anyone else in the room?” His voice held hunger and promise. “How about we take this to the bed? It looks a lot more comfortable.”
“Good idea.” She kept her legs around him as he carried her to bed. He released his grip, and she dropped, bouncing over the springy mattress. The white wrought iron headboard hit the wall. “I’m glad the wall isn’t connected to neighbors.”
He didn’t join her but continued to stare with an impassioned gaze.
“Take your clothes off,” he said.
It was a command that she was more than eager to follow. He watched her drag her clothes off her body and he visually devoured her bare breasts. Goosebumps dotted her skin.
“Your turn,” she said brazenly.
Off came the shirt and she quivered at the sight of his bare torso. He was beautiful.
Giving and taking, she shimmied out of her panties and tossed them on the floor. His jeans soon followed.
He still didn’t make a move to join. “I could stand here for hours watching you. You’re as beautiful as a Texas sunset.”
So many emotions fluttered through her. Excitement. Desire. Trepidation. Hunger.
He soaked her in with his intense eyes. She bravely followed every toned muscle of his body, pausing at his erection. Although she’d had a good idea how he was built, there was nothing that could have prepared her for just how good he looked without clothes.
He lowered to the bed and their gazes connected. His warm hands slid through her hair as he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss, ever changing as though it seemed, was soft and sweet, with flirtatious sweeps of the tip of his tongue.
His fingers trickled down the side of her neck as if searching for a pulse.
She shivered in anticipation, but a thought struck her like an iron tidal wave.
“I’m not taking the pill. They’re in the dumpster behind the Chinese restaurant along with the rest of the contents of my purse,” she said with a little giggle because she was over it.
“I have a condom.” He paused his fingers at her collarbone. “In my wallet.”
“That works.” She kissed his mouth, his jaw, and his neck. She reached down and grabbed his jeans, pushing them against his chest. “Wallet. Condom. Now.”
He retrieved the foil package and laid it aside, then slid his hand between her inner thighs, touching her damp slit. She lifted her hips and spread her legs wider, wanting him inside.
After covering his erection with the condom, he slowly and carefully eased himself inside her as they kissed.
As he pushed deeper, their kisses became heavier.
She allowed her eyes to drift shut, focused on the feel of him stretching her narrow passage.
With each movement of his hips, he filled her more, and the prickly pain of her muscles stretching was quickly replaced with pleasure.
His mouth was on her. Her cheeks, jaw, neck, and her breasts.
“Margo…” her name came on a groan.
She opened her eyes and looked up into his face. Hawkeye had something close to emotion in his expression, something she’d never seen in him.
His thrusts became more desperate. More tense. They climbed an invisible mountain together.
With a low growl, he pulled out, flipped her over flat onto her stomach, and he entered her from behind. He rolled the tip of his tongue over her ear and sucked in the lobe, biting down on the diamond earring stud.
“I want to take you in every position imaginable,” he groaned.
His words burrowed under her skin and settled like golden nectar in her bones.
He lifted her up to her knees without breaking the connection of their bodies. This position made the sensation of him inside her feel different.
Hawkeye pulled himself to the very tip and slid slowly back inside.
He did this several more times until she cried out in tormented need.
Bracing himself on his knees, he lifted her until she had her back against his chest. She laid her head onto his shoulder and reached up to slide her fingers through his damp hair.
He kissed her neck and gently suckled her skin while he brought his hips upward, easing into her slowly and deliberately.
Thirty seconds later the position switched again.
He flipped her onto her back and quickly brought their bodies back together. She was so wet that he glided smoothly inside. She ground her hips against him.
Her body was weak with need.
She allowed him to take control of her and move her in any way he wanted her. And not once did he ask for her to spank him or turn on the TV to watch porn while they had sex. Neither needed visual stimulation because they had each other and that was enough.
Every time he neared orgasm, he broke the contact, got himself back under control, then started again. He turned her flexible body into another position. Each time her own path to orgasm grew closer and more tense.
He laid onto his back. “Straddle my face. I need to know what you taste like.”
She’d never sat on a man’s face before, which seemed odd. Her characters in her books always sat on someone’s face.
He helped her straddle him with her knees on either side of his head as he slipped his tongue inside her. She quickly realized she’d been missing out. She lifted her hips only to come back down onto his mouth, then riding his tongue with a swirl of her hips.
She looked down, watching him. His eyes were closed and then they opened. He stared up at her, and it was nearly her undoing.
His hands were all over her and in this position he could touch everywhere.
He stroked her breasts, stomach, thighs, and grabbed her ass all while his tongue swirled and suckled her tender flesh.
He focused the tip of his tongue on her clit, and she dipped her head back, a deep moan escaping her parted lips.
With each lap of his tongue across her swollen, sensitive nub she felt herself nearing the peak. Ecstasy surged like honey butter through her, propelling her forward until she gripped the headboard to keep her limbs from collapsing.
His fingers joined his mouth, and the pleasure became both painful and wonderful. Erotica at its finest.
She let out a cry of surprise when he penetrated her as with his finger—only a tip.
She became greedy. Rolling and grinding her hips, searching for the ultimate orgasm.
Hungry and desperate, she felt the first thread of prickles in her thighs, both warm and insistent.
Then sensations started at her curled toes and crawled upward like hot molasses until the explosion occurred between her thighs. Her cries rattled the windows.
Dripping of release, he flipped her onto her back and entered her, pounding her, his grunts bouncing off the walls of the room. She dug her nails into his back, wildly scraping them down his skin.
He groaned and his release came with a jerk.