Chapter 19
NINETEEN
CHLOE
From about the moment Hawk lifted me off the floor and I wrapped my legs around his waist, I was eager. Excited for all that was to come.
And having heard the promise in Hawk’s voice when he said he owed me, I couldn’t say I wasn’t wildly curious about what was in store for me.
But in all the enthusiasm I felt, I’d been hoping that his plans included me being able to have some fun of my own.
Fun that put me in charge of a thing or two.
Fun that would allow me to do some exploring I’d been intent on doing from the day I first saw him in that furniture store wearing his white tee and covered in tattoos.
At the moment, it didn’t seem I’d get my wish. Because Hawk stopped me at the first opportunity.
After we’d entered his bedroom, he set me down gently on my feet, never losing the connection to my mouth. I reached for his shirt, bunched it up in my hands at his sides, and felt his hands clamp down lightly on my wrists to stop me.
I might’ve asked him why he stopped me, but with his mouth on mine, it was impossible. Hawk urged my arms around his body, doing precisely what he’d said he could’ve done days ago. He was strong enough—capable enough—to make things happen as he wanted.
Given how things went down days ago, I decided it might be best to take a clue from him and give him what he wanted right now. So, I continued to kiss him, my body plastered against his, and my arms around his waist, hands sliding up his back.
Hawk’s hands reached around me, meeting at the top of my back. That’s when he tore his mouth from mine, pulled back just a touch, and said, “Thank you, sweetness.”
“For what?” I asked, already feeling a bit breathless.
“For wearing this dress.” His fingers found the zipper and pulled it down my back at a languid pace, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re so beautiful, and I’ve been thinking about doing this from the moment you opened your door to me earlier.”
My belly flipped, and a shiver ran down my spine.
He’d known all night long that he wanted to do this. When I’d been freaking out that he was preparing to end things with me, Hawk was making plans for our evening together. Another thrill of excitement moved through me.
Hawk pulled the dress down my arms, stepped back to put some space between us, and allowed the material to fall to the floor to pool at my feet. Then his eyes swept over me in a way I’d never seen them before.
Top to toe and back again.
A dark intensity washed over his gaze, and despite having just had dinner, there was no mistaking the hunger.
Thinking it was only fair that I got a preview—and desperately wanting to feel his skin beneath my fingertips and against my body—I reached for his shirt once more. I failed again.
Hawk spun me around and stepped close, his solid body emanating warmth around mine.
When his knuckles brushed the skin on my back, I shivered.
He unhooked my bra, eliminated the minimal space remaining between our bodies, and brought his hands to my shoulders while his lips touched the skin at the curve where my neck met my shoulder.
My heart was racing, blood rushing in my veins, as he peppered kisses up the side of my neck until he was just below my ear.
When his mouth reversed direction and drifted down the same path it had just taken, his fingers urged my bra straps over my shoulders.
With little more than a tug, my bra joined my dress on the floor.
The next thing I knew, Hawk’s hands were on my breasts, squeezing and massaging.
“So soft,” he whispered, swiping his thumbs over my nipples. “Perfect.”
I shuddered.
He played for a bit before one hand began its journey down my abdomen.
We’d only just gotten started, and the ache between my legs was growing.
My thighs had been pressed together as I sought to relieve that ache, but once Hawk’s fingertips slipped beneath my panties, he said, “Spread your legs, Chloe.”
I spread my legs, and his hand cupped me between them.
“Oh,” I moaned, leaning my weight into him.
“You’re soaked.” His voice was gruff, like he was holding on to every bit of restraint he had left.
He had to be at least as turned on as I was because I could feel the evidence of that pressing firmly into my backside.
Hawk’s fingers swiped through my wetness, applying pressure just where I needed it. Then he slid one finger inside.
My hands reached back, gripping his thighs through his jeans, and I rolled my hips to meet each thrust of his finger. “Hawk, baby,” I moaned.
He growled in my ear, one hand working me faster between my legs while the other squeezed and played with my breasts.
Weeks of endless kissing and touching without release had led me to this place, so it was no surprise I was on the verge of an orgasm in record time. Then again, maybe Hawk was just that good.
“Hawk,” I panted.
“Are you going to come for me, sweetness?”
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
His hand worked me harder. Faster. “Give it to me.”
The command, though unbelievably sexy, was unnecessary because I was already there. My body shattered, my knees buckling, as my orgasm tore through me.
As the tremors faded, Hawk pressed kisses along my shoulder and neck.
And once it was gone, he turned me in his arms and kissed my mouth, backing me up to the bed.
The moment the backs of my legs hit the mattress, he turned, fell to his back with me on top, then flipped us, so his big body was hovering over mine.
Now that he’d done what he set out to do, I figured I’d get my chance to do some touching. I bunched his shirt in my hands again, and again, Hawk went for my wrists. He pinned them above my head before blazing a path of heated kisses down my throat, over my collarbone, and toward my breasts.
He flicked and swirled his tongue over one nipple before sucking it in deep.
It didn’t seem to matter that I’d just been shredded to bits by an orgasm because a second one was already building.
Hawk moved from one breast to the other, paying equal attention to both.
All I could do was relish the pleasure he was delivering.
His hands eventually left my arms to drift down my sides.
They didn’t stop moving until they reached my hips, where his fingers curled around the delicate fabric of my underwear.
Lifting his head, he looked up at me as he pulled my panties down my legs. And when I was completely naked and bare before him, Hawk stood there, staring at me like I was some precious gift.
His voice was ragged when he asked, “How can you be real?”
I smiled seductively. “I’m very real.”
“God, I’ve got to taste you.”
My eyes rounded as the words registered, but I had no chance to respond before his head was down, his mouth on me.
“Oh, Hawk,” I cried out at the first flick of his tongue over my clit.
With my legs thrown over his shoulders, Hawk’s hands were roaming over my torso. Along my abdomen, over my ribs, and up to my breasts. One hand stayed there, playing, the other resting on my lower abdomen.
I looked down my body, propped up on one elbow, the other hand gripping his hair, and felt a wave of desire wash over me at the sight of this beautiful man with his mouth between my legs.
He was amazing. Talented. For all the regret he’d had about not pleasuring me before he found his release days ago, there was no question Hawk knew exactly what he was doing.
Hawk flicked his gaze up to meet mine, and he must’ve seen something he liked because he groaned against me, the vibration sending more jolts of pleasure through me. I couldn’t miss the way he seemed to be savoring this, appreciating every touch, taste, and sound he got from me.
Although I wasn’t sure I could handle another orgasm so soon, my body had other plans. Hawk took me higher and higher, and before I knew it, I cried out, my legs trembling on either side of his head.
Hawk didn’t stop. He lapped at me, taking every last drop and working me through to the end. Then he turned his head and kissed my inner thigh before bringing his body over mine to kiss my mouth.
“You taste even better than I imagined.”
I smiled against his lips. “I hope you’re satisfied now.”
He grinned. “I think the hope was that you were the one who’d be satisfied.”
“You know I am. But now I want to make you feel good.”
At those words, something changed in Hawk’s expression, and I got the feeling this wasn’t going to go the way I planned.
HAWK
I’d put this off for as long as I could.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want it. God, with a woman like Chloe naked before me, I’d have been a fool to turn around and walk away.
But I never thought it was possible to feel such a bevy of emotions over something like this.
There was the small sense of pride I felt over what I’d just done to Chloe. If I’d been hoping for any reassurances about my ability to please a woman after all these years, she made it clear I wasn’t lacking. Then again, she made it easy when she was so fucking beautiful.
There was also the anticipation of what was yet to come.
There was the desire. To give more to Chloe and to have more of her.
But nearly all those emotions were overshadowed by the crippling anxiety. I wanted this with her more than anything, but I felt like I was twisted up inside as I imagined the worst-case scenario playing out.
“Hawk?” she called, her voice so sweet.
“Yeah?”
“Is everything okay?”
I lifted my body from hers, sat beside her, and dragged my fingers through my hair. “It’s… Yeah, yeah, everything’s okay.”
Chloe sat up, placed her hands on my shoulders, and pressed her chest to my back. “You’re not okay. Talk to me, baby.”
Baby.
I could still recall the first time Chloe had called me that. She’d been writhing on top of me, so close to coming apart.
The second time had been on that voicemail she left that I couldn’t bring myself to delete.