Charlotte shifted to face him, a knee on either side of his thighs on the couch. She held his face in her hands and angled her head to kiss him deeply. Her need for him heightened with each slide of their tongues against each other. She felt antsy, unsettled, and craved more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him.
He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and skimmed his fingers over her skin as he dragged it up. She lifted her arms, and he pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor behind him. Charlotte reached around to unhook her bra and threw it in the general direction of her shirt.
Hawk stared at her boobs like they were the eighth wonder.
“Perfect, just like I knew they’d be.” He cupped her breasts in his big hands and rubbed his thumb over her pert nipples. He slid his hands around to her back, pulled her to him, and replaced his thumb with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh, God.” Her head fell back, and his tongue circled one nipple, then he moved over and tormented the other in the same delicious way.
Powerful sensations of longing, desperation, and a clawing need bombarded her. Her core throbbed, and she ground her crotch against him in a failed attempt to seek relief.
It wasn’t enough.
“Hawk, I—”
“I know, Sweets.” He curved his hands under her thighs and rose from the couch.
Charlotte automatically wrapped her legs around him and kissed him in a way she’d never kissed any man before. Her head was spinning—in a good way—so she looped her arms around his neck and held on to him for fear she might fly away.
He carried her down the hall to his room, stopped and tossed the covers onto the floor at the foot of the bed, then dropped down onto the bed with her on top of him.
She broke the kiss and tried to lift up his shirt.
“I want to see you.” The plea in her voice couldn’t be helped.
Hawk sat up, popped a quick kiss on her lips, then yanked his shirt up and over his head.
“Better?” The shirt went flying to parts unknown, and he leaned back on his elbows, which had the wonderful result of highlighting his abs.
“Somuch better.” She flattened her hands on his chest and pressed him back down to the bed. “You are so beautiful.” She kept going back to that word to describe him because it suited him.
“You’re pretty damn gorgeous yourself.” He reached up and ran his hand down between her breasts and ran his finger back and forth just beneath the waistband of her jeans.
“When you touch me, I almost can’t breathe.” She smoothed her hands from the center of his chest, out and over her nipples. Then she leaned down and flicked one with the tip of her tongue.
He sucked in a breath, and she glanced up at him. What she saw in his dark eyes was almost primitive.
With that look, Hawk claimed her.
In one swift movement, he rolled them over and was on top of her. He kissed his way down her body, dipped his tongue in her belly button, then sat up on his knees.
“Let’s get these off.” He popped the button on her jeans and dragged the zipper down. He put his fingers in the waistband. “Lift.”
Charlotte lifted her hips off the bed, and he slid her panties and jeans down her legs and off completely, then dropped them on the floor.
His gaze traveled over her entire body, and when he licked his lips, she wanted his tongue on her everywhere.
“You next.” Her heart hammered against her chest in anticipation of seeing him completely naked.
He stood next to the bed and looked her directly in the eyes as he unzipped his jeans, tugged them and his boxer briefs down, and let them pool at his feet.
Her mouth opened, and she feasted on him with her eyes. Broad shoulders tapered to narrow hips, and his ab muscles were well-defined into a perfect eight-pack.Who knew that was even a thing?And his legs looked strong and solid.
A vision of him splashed through Charlotte’s mind. He was wearing a buckskin tunic and pants, sitting atop a white-and-brown horse with no saddle. His long dark hair was flowing in the wind, and adorning his head was a headdress like the one in his great-grandfather’s photo.
She blinked, and the image whispered away like fog.
“You still with me, Sweets?” Hawk stepped out of his pants, pushed them aside with his foot, and knee-walked across the bed to straddle her body.
