Chapter 16 #2
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
At that, we got up, cleaned up our mess, and returned everything to the backpack Hawk had brought. Then we continued our little adventure.
And though he hadn’t needed to do it to distract me from any sneering expressions, Hawk did spend a good chunk of the afternoon with his mouth on mine.
“This was the best day.”
Hawk and I were back at my place after our day out at Yellowstone.
On the drive back, we’d stopped to pick up dinner.
We’d just finished eating and were now curled up on the couch together.
Hawk was sitting on one end of the couch, his hand on the armrest, the other arm wrapped around my body, his fingertips tickling the sliver of skin exposed at the hem of my shirt.
While he had a leg outstretched, his foot resting on the coffee table, I was curled in close to him, my feet tucked up underneath me.
We’d had all day together, and I still felt like I hadn’t had enough.
Not enough of his scent.
His hold.
His kiss.
None of it.
I always wanted more. Craved it.
And I was desperate for the day he’d give it all to me.
“You enjoyed yourself?” he asked, his fingers making my body tingle.
“I had the best time.” I tilted my head to look at him. “But I always do when I’m with you.”
“The day’s not over yet. We could have more fun, if you’re up for it.”
I bit my lip. “Yeah?”
He reached over and brushed his knuckles lightly over my cheek, his eyes shining. “As much as I kissed you today, I still haven’t had my fill.”
I loved that.
Loved it.
“Well, for all the planning you did to make this day special, I think you deserve to get your fill,” I told him.
Then I moved as he did the same. Our mouths collided, and nothing else existed.
Not our perfect first date.
Not the kisses he’d given me all day long.
Not the unwelcome looks sent Hawk’s way this morning.
Just us, right now, on my couch.
As my tongue slipped into his mouth, tangling and tasting, Hawk used his arm to urge me closer. I didn’t hesitate, taking it a step further and swinging my leg over him to straddle his hip.
Hawk groaned. His hands came to my hips and drifted along my sides and down over my ass.
Yes.
Yes!
My guy grew hard beneath me, and I relished that. In knowing I’d made him like that.
We kissed for a long time, my hands behind his head and in his hair. Hawk’s hands had traveled down to the tops of my bare legs—I was still wearing shorts—where his thumbs caressed my inner thighs.
A guttural moan escaped from the back of my throat, need pulsing in my veins.
This was going perfectly. I didn’t think it could get better. Until Hawk’s hand journeyed north, along the front of my hips and abdomen.
Up, up, up.
I expected him to stop their movement, but he didn’t.
Not this time.
No.
No, Hawk’s hands continued to move, only stopping after they’d drifted up over my breasts. His thumbs swiped over my nipples before he squeezed.
Moaning again, I rolled my hips over him. I was still fully clothed, but I was barreling toward the edge of a cliff at lightning speed.
The kissing grew hotter, and my need for him overwhelmed me. Desperation and desire took hold, my hips moving harder and faster over him.
I begrudgingly tore my mouth from his only so I could drop my head back and suck in some air. Hawk’s lips landed on the front of my throat, kissing me there, and I decided I liked the way that felt in this moment even more.
At some point, I vaguely heard him call my name. “Chloe.”
“Hawk,” I breathed, my hands dropping back to his thighs as my hips continued to roll.
His hands left my breasts, drifted down to my hips, and squeezed. “Chloe, we have to stop.”
I couldn’t.
I couldn’t stop.
I was right there.
“Baby,” I whimpered, my voice coming out like a plea.
His fingers gripped me harder. “Chloe, you’ve got to slow down.”
Like I wasn’t in control, my hips continued to roll over him, seeking that friction. Demanding it.
I dropped my head forward, my eyes locked on his, and then it happened.
“Jesus, fuck,” he growled. His fingers bit into my flesh at my hips, forcing me to a halt, and his hips bucked. His expression changed, the muscles along his throat going taut. “Damn it, Chloe.”
My body was frozen to the spot as I watched it move through him. The sight of this man’s orgasm tearing through him left me utterly mesmerized. It was beautiful and breathtaking. I’d been nearly there myself, but it was worth letting it fade away to be able to watch this.
When it left him and his head dropped forward, my lips curved into a smile. My hand slid up from his shoulder to cup the back of his head. Hawk lifted his gaze to meet mine.
“That was the most—”
“I told you to stop,” he clipped, cutting me off.
I blinked at his harsh tone. “What?”
His hands at my hips squeezed and lifted me, planting me on the couch beside him. Hawk surged up to stand and looked down at me. “I told you we needed to slow down. You didn’t listen.”
“Hawk, it’s okay,” I insisted. “We were having a good time. I thought you liked it.”
“Yeah, sweetness, a real good time.” The sarcasm was dripping from every word. He looked away, shaking his head, his lip curling with disgust.
“I… Hawk, I don’t understand.”
He shot me a look of disbelief and seethed, “Do you think this is how I wanted this to go?”
I jerked back at his tone. “It… I thought you were enjoying it.”
“Oh, I enjoyed it alright. A little too much. And now…” He shook his head again, his eyes dropping to the ground. “I wanted you to slow down, to stop. This is not how I wanted this with you.”
I bit my lip, my belly trembling with nerves. “I’m sorry, Hawk.”
He wouldn’t look at me as he said, “Yeah. Me, too.”
With that, he turned and walked out. And I sat there, utterly stunned, as an unwelcome cold settled over me.
How had it all gone wrong?
Tears clouded my vision, and fear crept in. This was all my fault. I’d promised him, assured him, that we could go slow. And when it mattered most, something else had taken over me and ignored him.
As I sat alone on my couch, recalling our exchange and reeling from it, a new emotion took hold of me—terror.
I’d worked so hard to get Hawk to give us a chance. To trust me. And at the very moment he needed me to listen, I didn’t.
Had I ruined the best thing that had ever happened to me? Had I messed it all up?
With tears spilling down my cheeks, I scrambled off the couch and sought my phone. I had to apologize. I had to fix this.
I tapped on Hawk’s name and waited while it rang. It did that four times before it went to voicemail.
“Hawk, baby, I’m sorry. Please call me or come back so we can talk about this. I’m so sorry.”
I disconnected the call and waited.
Time ticked by, and I made another attempt. He didn’t answer.
And hours later, he still hadn’t returned my call.