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.
