Hawk.
He’d changed into a soft-looking T-shirt and sports shorts.His hair was still wet from the constant rain, falling into his eyes in the same wavy mess she remembered from her shop.A flash of that memory sent her cheeks ablaze.Reigniting those same feelings of need.
“I—” Hawk started, but she didn’t give him a chance to finish.
She grabbed his arm and pulled him close.Their lips came together in a desperate kiss, picking up exactly where they had left off.Except this time, there was nothing stopping them.
Hawk was here.Which meant he wanted this just as much as she did.
Right?
She got her answer as he leaned into the kiss.His tongue making its presence known as it dominated her mouth.
Yes!her body sang.This was right.This was happening.
Her knees wobbled at the response.But Hawk’s arm snaked around her waist.It was a firm presence keeping her upright, and she couldn’t help but lean into it, enjoying the solid presence of his muscles bracing her back.
Together they moved through her house.As they moved, she didn’t let an inch of space come between them.
Some part of her wondered if this was really Hawk Carlisle kissing her.Maybe he had lost a bet.Or maybe he’d had too much to drink.Though she didn’t taste any alcohol on his tongue.
Maybe it was a fae spell?
Either way, if they broke apart, would he still want to kiss her?Or would he realize this was all a horrible mistake?
She twined her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.The woody scent of his shampoo filled her nostrils.He kissed her deeply, passionately.Like the heroes in her books.
This wasn’t a drunken mistake.It wasn’t a dream.
He wantedher.
And she wanted him as well.
Feeling braver, she pulled away.Her chest was heaving, but so was his.“What do you want?”she asked him.
“Everything.”His breath was hot against her neck as he buried his face against it.“I want to do everything to you I couldn’t do before.”
Before.
He meant back in the shop?Or did he mean another time?At his apartment?
More importantly, what was it he wanted to do to her?
A fluttery sensation danced from her belly to her toes as she realized whatever it was, she would have let him.
“Then let’s get comfortable,” she suggested, pulling him deeper into her small home.
She curled their fingers together and led him to the couch.
She urged him to sit first and watched as his body sank into the old cushions.Hawk never stopped looking at her.
It wasn’t like she was dressed in anything overtly sexy.A pair of old running shorts and an oversized T-shirt from the Manhattan Farmers Market.It was nothing compared to the bodice that perked up her cleavage at the faire and cinched her waist.But one wouldn’t know that from the way Hawk was looking at her.He stared at her like a mere mortal in the presence of a goddess.
“How is this real?”she whispered.
Hawk took her hand and brought it to his lips.“Why do you think it isn’t?”
“Because you hate me—hatedme,” she corrected.
