Chapter 17
Lilian’s bedroom was a tornado of discarded clothes, piles of books, and random cords left after she discovered they didn’t fit her phone, her iPad, or any other electronic device she had.
In any other scenario, she knew Hawk would have taken one look at the room and promptly turned to leave it.
Tonight, though, he didn’t give the mess a second glance.
The moment his eyes found the bed, Hawk scooped her up and made a beeline for it. He dropped her body across the pale green duvet. Lilian watched as he pulled off his T-shirt and oh…
She’d known there were muscles under those tight polos. But she never allowed herself to consider that he would have sculpted abs. “I thought you were a numbers nerd,” she accused.
Hawk paused in pulling off his shorts to give her a puzzled look. “I am.”
“Nerds don’t have… that.” She waved at his entire torso, but honestly, his shoulders were also a thing of glory.
It was a good thing he took the accusation with amusement. “I work out.”
“Clearly.” She wanted to ask more questions, but then off came the shorts, and she found herself staring at the boxers hanging low against his hips. And the obvious bulge that tented them.
Her mouth watered at the sight. A feral part of her brain whispered yummy.
“Lilian?” Hawk said. “Are you going to take your clothes off, or do I need to be the one to do it?”
“Oh.” She sat up and pulled at her T-shirt, revealing the plain black bra underneath. It was nothing fancy, but by the look in Hawk’s eyes, you would think it was a Victoria’s Secret exclusive.
She managed to yank off her running shorts, but that was all before he was on her. Cupping her cheek and pulling her body close for a deep, lustful kiss. Her breasts hit the hard wall of muscles she’d been admiring moments ago. Hawk pushed her back until the soft mattress stopped him.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He left a trail of kisses down her neck and collarbone. “I want you.”
A shiver raced over her body, eliciting a gasp. No one had ever said that to her before. Feelings threatened to bubble up at the realization, but Lilian shook them off. She threw herself into the heat of the man on top of her instead.
She ground her hips against his erection, pulling a throaty groan from him. It was fun, trying to make him lose control. Her fingers greedily carded through his thick locks, enjoying the soft fluff of the texture.
His kisses moved lower, lingering on her breasts, and he released one from her bra. Hawk sucked on it greedily, bringing the nipple to a pointed tip before moving to the next.
God, it had been so long since her poor breasts received any attention. And now they were being worshipped. She was wet just from his touches, his kisses.
Oh yeah, and the monstrous erection that was pressed against her core.
Lilian arched her back, meeting the rhythm of his hips.
She could already feel the friction building inside her as she rubbed against him.
The delightful sizzle of an orgasm was within reach.
It intensified as Hawk reached behind her and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts so they spilled into his awaiting hands.
His fingers expertly massaged a tender nipple as his mouth worked the other into a sensitive nub. “Hawk,” she gasped, tugging at his hair to get his attention. “If you keep this up, I’m going to come.”
He let go of her nipple with a succulent pop. “And that’s a bad thing?”
She thought about it for a second. “Well, no. But I’d rather make this last, if that’s all right with you.”
“Don’t worry. I plan on making you come more than once tonight.”
Her brain screeched to a halt. More than once? Is he serious?
It was a nice promise, but—
Hawk’s hips canted forward, hitting her core just right. Even between the fabric of her underwear, her core pulsed in delight. Oh, there! More of that, please!
Squirming in delight, she arched her hips upward to meet his next thrust. And—god, there it was. The pinch of pleasure against her clit that stole her breath away. Even through the fabric of their underwear, she could feel the heat radiating off him.
She reached between their bodies, fingers dancing over his slender hips and to the band of his underwear, where they slipped underneath. There, the velvety skin of his cock brushed against her fingertips.
Hawk stiffened on top of her; a groan smothered against the pillow of her breasts. “Lilian, don’t. I’ll come if you touch me like that.”
“Good thing I plan on making you come more than once.” She panted back, an echo of his earlier promise. His dark eyes cut up to look at her in an exchange of glances where neither backed down.
A flick of her wrist freed his cock from its silk prison. Lilian lined it up between her thighs and ground against him. They both moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist, angling for better friction. It worked. Every thrust hit that spot that made her vision blur.
Words of encouragement fell from her lips as they humped each other.
Their movements grew faster and more frantic as the first climax overtook them.
It came hard and fast, nearly knocking the air out of Lilian’s lungs as her entire body broke into quivering shakes.
Her legs constricted around Hawk, pulling him closer as he growled in completion.
The hot, sticky mess of his ejaculation marked them both.
Lilian looked at the sticky liquid, then at Hawk, his hair askew from her fingers, his face touched with pink as he caught his breath. He looked like a mess. A beautiful, handsome mess.
“Let me clean you—” He started, but she was already pulling his head up and kissing him.
The kiss was meant to be sweet, conveying the tender affection she felt in that moment.
But it didn’t last. The affection quickly shifted back into lust. Her hunger was still there. She would never get enough of him.
When she finally let him come up for air, he was grinning. “Let me clean you up,” he finished.
Lilian waved a noodle arm toward the hall. “Bathroom is across the hall. There are washcloths on the shelf.”
It was painful, having his heat leave her body. But watching his bare back retreat wasn’t a terrible sight. His boxers had fallen low on his hips, teasing what looked to be a magnificent ass.
Her nipples were swollen from his attention, and the rest of her body tingled from the phantom memory of his weight against her own. Even as her heart rate struggled to come back down, she wanted him back against her.
No, more than that. She wanted to get a closer look at his cock and kiss it the same way he’d tormented her nipples.
He padded back into the room, a warm cloth in hand. Lilian sighed as he swiped it against her skin, cleaning the earlier mess. He didn’t get far before she was pulling him back down next to her.
“We have all night,” he said softly, untangling himself to put the cloth into a nearby laundry basket.
“I know.” The promise of those words made her smile. All night. He planned on staying the night. In her bed. She scooted over, making room for him to crawl onto the duvet next to her. His eyes were on her underwear, the last barrier between them.
His hand ran up and down her arm, dipping down to admire the swell of her breasts. “These things have been taunting me since day one.”
“Really?” She feigned surprise; the memory of the day when he’d looked down at her cleavage was forever burned in her memory. Even then, he’d had the heat in his eyes. She’d thought it had been hate.
“You knew what you were doing,” he said, “putting that phone down your dress.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Her fingers skimmed along the delicate dark hairs of his forearm. “For me it was your arms.”
“My arms?” He sounded genuinely confused, which made her cheeks burn in embarrassment.
“They are nice arms. Those stupid polos really show them off.”
He sounded offended. “You don’t like my polos?”
“Hate them.” Lilian nodded. “But the arms, I don’t hate. So the polos can’t be all bad.”
“Huh.” His head rested against her as he considered this new piece of information.
The world narrowed to the two of them. Outside, the music of the dusk-time hour echoed against the rural landscape, crickets singing their evening songs, the occasional lowing of a neighboring cow.
Exhaustion from the weekend threatened to drag her into sleep, but she couldn’t stop touching the man next to her.
She’d imagined this moment. Hawk and her, alone. Not in the bookstore. Not at the faire. But in their own cocoon of intimacy. A place where the obligations of their jobs and families didn’t force them apart.
A happy sigh escaped her, and her hand followed the lean line of his arm, down his chest, and further to his already hardening cock. Time for round two. Shifting into a different position, she caught Hawk’s curious gaze and gave a sly smile before leaving a trail of kisses down his torso.
She took her time, relishing as he sucked in breath every time her lips touched his skin, making a noise that could only be described as a frustrated gurgle.
Lilian hid a smile against his skin, delighting in making him squirm.
Her fingers gripped the band of his boxers, ready to pull them down.
To put her lips against him and taste the salty tip of his cock.
Almost there.
A rapid knock on the door broke the moment.
Lilian stared at Hawk, as if expecting the noise to come from him.
He met her gaze. “You expecting anyone?”
“Only you,” she answered quickly.
Relief washed over his face. It was so strange seeing Hawk’s confidence waver that Lilian couldn’t help but reach out and touch the handsome features. Doing her part to physically smooth the vulnerability away. “Ignore it,” she said. “It was probably one of the dogs scratching at the door.”