“Relax, darling,” Hawk murmured. “You did so well. Let me take care of you now.”
Mesmerized by the smoky pleasure in his eyes, she obeyed, surrendering to his loving. To the deep strokes of his cock and the heated possession of his touch. Their sweat-slickened bodies heaved as one. When he leaned down to kiss her, however, she suddenly remembered and turned her face to the side.
Hawk caught her chin, making her face him. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“I…I haven’t done my morning ablutions,” she blurted.
His dark brows collided. “So?”
“I haven’t brushed my teeth. My breath…” She trailed off when his broad shoulders began to shake. “Are you laughing at me?”
His roar of mirth confirmed this.
Annoyed, she slapped at his chest. “I fail to see what you find amusing.”
“You, that’s what.” Bending down, he gently nipped her ear. “Worrying about your breath when I’ve just feasted on your pussy.”
When the part in question clenched, he gave her a rather smug look.
She huffed out a breath. “That is beside the point…”
“No, itisthe point. There isn’t a part of you I don’t find delectable. To me, you will always be perfect as you are.”
His eyes blazed with tenderness and lust, calling forth her deepest longings. Her greatest fears.
Swallowing, she said, “Even if my eyes are red from crying?”
“Even then.”
“And my hair looks like a bird’s nest?”
“Tousled suits you.”
“What if my cheeks are blotchy?”
Amused lines fanned from his eyes. “Are you going to fish for compliments all day, or allow me to finish making love to you?”
“You may finish…”
Her breath stuttered when he plunged to the hilt, stirring deep inside her.
“I won’t be the only one finishing, will I?” he asked huskily.
He kissed her then, open-mouthed, deep-tongued, his growl of enjoyment dissolving her worries. She ran her fingers through his thick hair, pulling him closer. Everywhere they touched, pleasure ignited. His firm, hairy chest teased her nipples, his rippled abdomen grinding against her belly. The forceful drives of his cock and the heavy slap of his stones stoked her desire.
“Christ, I can’t get enough of you,” he bit out.
“I can’t get enough of you either,” she panted.
A wicked glint entered his eyes. He grabbed her legs, hooking them over his shoulders one by one. She gasped at the new angle, the deepness of the penetration.
“Here is more for you, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Can you take me this way?”
“Oh, Hawk.” She clung to his bulging biceps, feeling his controlled power as he pushed into her core. “That’s so…sodeep.”
“It bloody well is.” His voice slurred. “I love how flexible you are.”
He slammed his hips, each heavy thrust grazing her pearl and hitting a deep, ecstatic place inside. She went up in flames, and he followed her with a shout, blasting her again and again with his heat. Afterward, he settled atop her, blanketing her with his strength, burying his face in her neck. She stroked the sculpted lines of his back as they floated in bliss together.
