Chapter Seven
Hawk bit off a low growl and pulled Sinead into his lap in one fluid motion, closing his hands around her hips because he woke up beside her aching to do exactly this.
She moved willingly, straddling him, her knees pressing into the ground on either side of his thighs.
The kiss didn’t break—it deepened and turned messier, hungrier, as if they were still arguing, but their desire was doing the talking.
He sank his hand into her hair, threading his fingers through the strands and he rumbled a sound against her mouth. Rough. Involuntary. Torn loose from whatever control he’d been running on since the moment someone took a shot at her.
“You smell like—” He pulled away just far enough to drag his mouth along her delicate jaw, her throat, breathing her in to commit the feel of her to memory.
Whatever he meant to say dissolved into another sound, lower this time, when she rocked her hips against him.
His cargo pants were already restrictive, but the soft feel of her body pressed into him tested the limitations of his zipper.
“Like what?” she managed on a breathless gasp. He slipped his mouth toward the pulse point on her throat, and her fingers tightened in his hair.
“Doesn’t matter.” He found her mouth again and claimed it, harder this time. He slid his hands from her hips to the small of her back, pressing her closer because there wasn’t enough contact between them.
“Just don’t stop,” she gasped into his mouth.
He had no intention of stopping.
She rolled her hips again, slow and deliberate, rubbing her pussy against his very apparent bulge. His gut gripped in response, and a low groan rumbled out of his chest and straight into hers.
She answered with a soft coo that shattered the grip he’d been clinging to since the ridge. The danger, the job, the fact he was supposed to be protecting her life and not unraveling vanished at the taste of her.
The heat of her.
She raked her fingers over his nape and across his shoulders, her blunt nails scoring enough to snip the last thread of his control.
He lifted her off his lap and lay her down in one fluid move. When he lowered his body over hers, she wrapped her legs around his hips and almost ended him.
They shared a sound, and he pressed into her, grinding. She rubbed back, hips lifting for more, more, more.
With a growl, he plunged his tongue into her sweet mouth and became intoxicated on the flavor of berries. She ran her hands over his back and tugged his shirt out of his pants.
The instant her cool palms hit his skin, he lost it a little, kissing her with a ferocity that she matched with each flip of her tongue. Tearing from the kiss, he worked his way down her jaw and throat again, dipping his head to nuzzle her breasts.
She arched up to meet him as he found the soft rise of her nipple under the cloth of her top and closed his mouth around it.
She bucked, fingers working over his sides. “Hawk!”
He bit down gently and she went wild, curling toward him, seeking so much more.
God, what he wanted to give her right now would make that sunrise look like a cloudy day.
He hovered over her, staring down into her eyes, stormy with want. “You sure?”
She gave him a quick nod. No hesitation. Then hooked her hand around his nape and pulled him to her mouth again.
Somehow during the clash of lips and tongues, she managed to remove his shirt and he had her layers pushed upward.
When he felt she wore a sports bra and there was no clasp to deal with, he stilled his hand on her spine.
“Roll.” Her order barely hit his ears before he was following it.
She landed on top of him, straddling him. A smile flashed in her eyes a split second before she grasped the hem of her tops and yanked them off. Her sports bra was black and somehow sexier than any lace contraption.
Shooting him a hungry look, she ripped it off too.
He went dead still. Gold rays kissed her skin, highlighting her perfect curves.
“Christ,” he bit off. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
Her eyes turned to molten pools and she took his hands and lifted them to her breasts. “Touch me.”
As soon as he cupped her, she dropped her head back. Her long hair tumbled down her spine to brush over his legs.
His focus narrowed to a pinpoint as he watched her face. He cradled her breasts and took his time exploring, seeing how much pressure she liked and where her sensitive spots were.
When he swished his thumbs over each crested nipple, she let out a cry.
His cock pulsed hard behind his fly.
He sat up and brought one tip to his mouth. At the first contact, she hunched around him, hands in his hair, guiding him.
He’d been with plenty of women, but never one who knew what she wanted like this.
With soft sucking pulls, he drew moan after moan from her. Then her moans turned to cries and he lay her down again, shifting their discarded clothes to protect her from the hard ground.
She watched him as he stripped off the rest of their clothes. He reached between her thighs and stroked her pussy, a single fingertip gliding through her slippery folds.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and her breaths came in fast pants as he thumbed her clit once, twice.
Pressing down on it gently, he learned what she liked—and what would send her over the edge fast.
He watched her with a concentration that gripped him unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He slid his fingers inside her and watched her cheeks grow pink and her mouth open wide. Then he swirled his thumb around and around and around her slick clit until she was crying out.
“Yes! Oh god!” She stiffened and then her whole body jerked as the waves of her orgasm hit.
Hawk’s chest burned with tenderness that he definitely should not be feeling. But watching her come apart…
Hell. He was in so much trouble.
Didn’t mean he wanted to stop.
Slowly, he brought her down and slipped his fingers from her soaking pussy. When he ducked his head to kiss her again, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down.
The momentum had his cock arrowing straight toward her folds. He locked his body, muscles straining as he held himself away from her.
His tone grated like steel on stone. “Condom. In my wallet. In my pack.”
She shook her head. “I’m clean. I’m on birth control. I know you have a current physical.” Her voice was a hungry rasp that tore him apart.
He dropped his forehead to hers, breathing hard. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be about to take the sexiest woman he’d ever seen as the sun rose over the mountains.
He couldn’t be about to sink into her hot, wet folds bare.
His chest heaved. “Tell me you’re sure.”
She tightened her thighs around him and reached between their bodies, wrapping her fingers around his stiff cock. “I’m sure.”
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Sinead’s inner walls still pulsated from the most intense orgasm of her life as she guided Hawk where she wanted him most.
He dropped his head to her throat with a groan that vibrated straight through her. He pressed the head of his cock against her, and every thought she’d been holding on to burned away in the heat of him.
“Sinead.” Her name came out of him in a rough half warning, half plea, as if he was giving her one more chance to stop this.
She answered by pulling him closer. As his weight settled over her and the sky spread like gold above them, everything ceased to exist but this moment.
Their mouths fused, and he trapped her gasp under his lips as he slid inch by inch inside her. When she’d gripped his cock, she knew he was big. But feeling him filling her was another story.
They shared a moan as he sank to her deepest point. Both of them froze, lips touching.
Then he began to move.
In a slow grind that drove her to the point of insanity.
In a hard, jerking rhythm that pushed her to the brink.
He slipped his hands underneath her and lifted her into every mind-bending thrust. He enveloped her senses and took over her body until she felt the first tremors begin deep in her core.
“Hawk!”
Green eyes blazed down into hers. “Heath. Say my name, Sinead.”
Her eyelids dipped on the harsh demand, and her body responded by coming apart. “Heath!” The waves of ecstasy blasted through her.
He clutched her against him and let go a heartbeat behind her. His cock surged deep and hot spurts of cum flooded her. A groan rumbled past his lips and into hers.
She parted for him and their tongues met in a slow dance with a new rhythm as they shook apart.
Her sense of hearing returned first. She picked out the birds singing in the nearby brush and the low crackle of the fire that was burning low.
Closing her eyes, she breathed in. For the first time in so long, she felt present.
Not Corporate Sinead. Not Grieving Sinead. Not the woman who was getting shot at in a forest.
She was here. In this moment. With a man who’d rocked her world.
He pressed his lips to a point on her throat below her ear. “Are you all right?”
Their bodies had gone slack and they were tangled together on the makeshift bed of discarded clothes. But the tenderness in his voice hit her harder than anything that came before it.
She smoothed her hand down the muscle of his spine. “I’m perfect.”
She felt his lips spread in a smile against her skin.
Shifting, he pressed a kiss to her temple like he wasn’t in any hurry to get up or unlink their bodies. She held him against her and drank in the feel of his hard body.
She kissed his lips—slow.
“Sinead…”
She kissed his jaw. The corner of his mouth.
“Sinead…”
The rough edge of his jawline where his beard tingled against her lips.
Every time he said her name it did something to her chest that had nothing to do with lust or getting caught up in a moment.
It was warm and dangerous.
A feeling she would have scoffed at a week ago as the sort of thing that happened to other people.
When the sun finally cleared the ridgeline fully, flooding the whole mountain range gold at once, she almost missed the exact view people went to extreme lengths to see.
Her eyes were nearly closed. Her fingers were in his hair. The light was warm against her skin.
She was a woman who negotiated boardrooms, who’d built walls around herself so well that most people gave up trying to find the door.
And here she was in the middle of the Wyoming wilderness, unraveled completely by a man she’d known for mere days.