Chapter 15
He let out a groan, rolling, turning me to my back. Pushing up on his knees, he stripped off my yoga pants until I lay naked, spread out on the bed before him. His hand pressed flat to my chest, below my collarbone, sliding down between my breasts, over my abdomen, to land on my pussy, his palm pressing into my clit.
His fingertips curved in the smallest gesture of possession, one that sent a bolt of pure lust straight up my spine.
“I”m on the pill,” I said, breathless. “It”s been a while, and I was all clear at my last checkup.”
Hawk shook his head. “Quinn, that”s too much.”
“Too much what?” I asked, my head foggy with desire. Hawk’s hands left my body as he stripped off his shirt, and all grasp of logic went straight out of my head. Damn. That body. Did he spend half the day in the gym?
Broad shoulders, corded with lean muscle. Even in the faint light, I could see the ridges of his abdomen, the curves of his biceps. I wanted to get my hands, my mouth, all over him. I wanted to touch, to stroke, to taste every inch.
“Too much trust,” he said, and I squinted at him in the dark.
What? What was he talking about? He wanted to have a conversation? Now? “If you want to talk to me,” I said, “you”re going to have to put your shirt back on.”
Hawk went still, and I would have bet every penny I had that if the light had been on, he would have been blushing. He shook his head. “You have too much trust in me.”
“Have you been tested?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Would you risk hurting me?”
“Fuck no.” He sounded offended that I’d asked.
“I have good instincts,” I said. “And it”s not too much trust. Not when it”s well placed.” I lifted my hands, pressing them flat on his abdomen, feeling the warmth of him sinking into my palms. My fingers flexed. “I want this. I want you.” Lifting my eyes, I caught his gaze. “Do you want me?”
He didn”t answer. Not in words. Instead, he swept the tangled covers to the side, clearing the space around my injured ankle so if I moved, I wouldn’t hurt myself. And this man asked if I could trust him? My chest squeezed at the thought that he would doubt himself so much. I didn”t doubt him. I knew I was safe with Hawk.
I reached for him, and he came down on top of me, the heat of his chest delicious against my breasts as his mouth closed over mine. He kissed me. More of those endless, deep kisses, his lips moving on mine, his hands stroking. Hawk was in charge, but I touched him everywhere I could reach. His skin was like silk, so soft and sleek over ridged muscle. I couldn’t stop, my fingertips memorizing every inch of him.
He slid down my body, his mouth drawing a path to that spot on my collarbone that always made me shiver. He found it almost immediately, torturing me with licks and sucks and nips until I was squirming and begging. And then his mouth was between my legs, his tongue warm and wet and curious, sending sparks shooting everywhere he touched.
“I want— I want—” I couldn’t get the words to come out.
I want you to fuck me. I want to come, I want more, I want?—
I couldn’t say anything coherent. I rocked my hips up into his mouth, into that perfect tongue, making noises I barely recognized as my own. I”d had sex before. Not a ton of sex, but enough. I”d had good sex before. But no one had ever reduced me to begging. I closed my fingers around one steely wrist.
“Hawk. Hawk, please,” I managed.
He pulled his wrist out of my grip, his fingers trailing down my side, over my hip to dip down and circle my clit. My hips jerked and I moaned, the sound a plea. One big finger slid down to press inside, testing, stretching me, filling me just enough to have my hips jerking up to take his finger deeper. It wasn’t enough.
If my ankle had been healthy, if my brain had been functioning, I might have wiggled out from under him and tried to flip him over. Not that I could overpower him. Maybe I could take him by surprise, but I wasn’t functioning on that level.
A second finger joined the first. The pad of his thumb pressed into my clit, and he thrust his thick fingers in, once, twice. On the third thrust, I exploded. My pussy clenched his fingers, his mouth sucking my nipple, my head spinning, the pleasure easing then building again until I was drowning in it.
Hawk shifted back, his hands hooking under my knees, gentle as he moved my right leg, thinking of my sprained ankle even now. Tears pricked my eyes, my senses overwhelmed, my body and my heart spinning, lost in this man. So fierce and so sweet. I couldn’t keep up.
He pushed my legs wide, opening me, his eyes sharp, and I imagined he saw everything despite the dark room. I was too far gone to be shy. Too desperate. I lifted my arms as he came down over me, my hands sliding over his shoulders, pulling him close, eager as the head of his cock nudged me, pressing inside.
Slowly, he filled me, and it was so fucking good. I rocked my hips to take more of him, my fingers curled into his shoulders. I held on, needing, wanting all of him. And then I had him to the hilt, his pubic bone grinding into my clit, his cock filling me so perfectly I wanted to weep with the beauty of it. I curled up, holding on tight as he began to move, the bliss of it so sharp and strong it hurt.
I pressed my mouth to his shoulder, my teeth sinking in as his hips pounded, his breath ragged, his rough voice chanting my name. “Quinn. Quinn.”
That was all. Just my name, over and over, his body overwhelming mine, the orgasm hitting me out of nowhere. I wasn’t expecting to come again so fast. This one made the first orgasm look like a blip on the radar.
The waves of sharp pleasure went on forever, the thrust of his hips bruising me in the best way as his control spun away and his own orgasm took him under. All I heard was my name on a rough groan. “Quinn. Oh, God. Quinn.”
I held on to him, my thighs clamped to his hips, my fingernails digging into his arms, my mouth on his shoulder, teeth still sunk into his warm skin, my breath ragged in my chest. I didn”t want to let go. I didn’t want to move.
Eventually, Hawk’s breath evened out. Warm lips grazed my cheeks, my eyelids, my mouth.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with something wet and cold. A paper towel or one of my face wipes, maybe. It didn”t matter. Nudging my thighs apart, he cleaned me with lingering strokes. When he was done, he disappeared again, and I had a moment to wonder. Was that it? Would he put on his T-shirt and boxer briefs, slide under the covers, and turn his back to me?
I hadn’t minded him running that morning, but not now. Not after that. I didn”t have words for what we’d done, but it was a lot more than just sex. Being with Hawk was something I hadn’t known before. Something I’d wanted and never had. More than sex, more than intimacy, it was?—
I didn’t think I could take it if he turned his back on me. Tomorrow, in the light of day, maybe. But not now, so soon after we’d?—
He didn”t. He slid in beside me, one arm pulling me close, careful of my injured ankle, tucking me into his side and drawing up the covers. His free hand stroked my hair, the backs of his fingers grazing my cheeks, sending tiny shivers down my spine.
He didn”t say a word. I didn”t either. I didn”t have any words. I didn’t need them. I smiled into his chest and soaked in every stroke, every touch.
I would have bet there was no way I”d fall asleep, finally naked and tangled up with Hawk. But I did, waking in the middle of the night to find myself draped over him, strong hands stroking up and down my spine, coming around to trace the sides of my breasts pillowed against his chest, his hard cock warm between my legs.
The second I realized I was awake and not in a deliciously erotic dream, I pushed myself up just enough to kiss him, to shift my knees wider and line myself up, ignoring the bolt of pain in my ankle. I slid back, taking him deep in a slow, teasing glide. Hawk pushed himself up on his elbows and closed his mouth around the tip of my breast, sucking hard and long.
This time it was slow, building with every rock of my hips, every pull of his mouth, until I came, squeezing his cock inside me, taking him with me. I was half asleep before he came back to clean me up, reaching for him when he returned to bed, curling into him, a smile on my face. Contented sleep dragged me under.
I woke hours later to streams of sunlight illuminating the blanket hung over the window. The glittering, bright sunlight of a spring morning in the mountains. I registered the arms surrounding me, the silky skin and hard muscle of his shoulder. His breath in my hair. I was exactly where I wanted to be. Finally. I never wanted to move.
I smiled, and the clarity of the morning light penetrated my bliss-filled brain.
Daylight.
Clear, bright daylight.
The storm had passed. And just that quickly, the ending to my bliss reared its ugly head.