Delighted that she didn’t argue with him or insist she do it her way or none of that, he pulled her on top of him. Which made her smile. “I forgot how big you were,” she said as his arms engulfed her. When he smiled proudly, she added: “I don’tmean down there. I mean up here,” she said as she pointed out his barrel chest and huge biceps.
“Oh,” he said. “I thought you meant--”
“Oh, I know what you thought I meant,” she said, and they both laughed.
But when the gaiety died back down, she laid her head down on his chest and he held her tightly in his arms. But the longer they laid there, and the tighter he held her, the more they felt every inch of each other. So much so that when Janita looked up, his eyes were already showing his need for her. And since her need could rival his, she moved her mouth closer to his mouth and kissed him.
It nearly broke Hawk when he felt her sweet, tender lips on his lips for the first time since his ordeal. And he lost himself in her taste. They kissed with a thirst that both of them had to quench.
But Hawk’s thirst was desert-deep and he had to go much further than she was going. That was why he laid her on her back, still kissing her on her lips, until he began kissing her all the way down her body until he was right where he wanted to be. And as soon as he got started, Janita was arching and squeezing the sheets and trying with all she had not to cry out. He was masterful.
And when he finally moved back up, got on top of her, and entered her, it was with a thrust that took her to a place of euphoria that she’d never been before. Not even with him. And they made love slowly, deliberately, sweetly.
Until they moved one time too many and suddenly, as if he rubbed her in just the right spot, and she moved at just the right angle for him, their need became their urgency. And their sweet lovemaking became a pounding.
They were going at it so hard that the bed was squeaking and jumping and going hard too. They were going at it so hardthat Janita had to nearly bite her tongue to keep from screaming. They were going at it so hard that when Von made his way around the corridor from his bedroom to make sure his sister was in bed and okay, he heard them before he even got near her door.
But he knew that sound wasn’t coming from her bedroom, but from Hawk’s. And all he could hear was the bedsprings squeaking and Hawk letting out such guttural grunts and groans that it sounded as if a mega-experienced man like him had never experienced anything like it.
And instead of just leaving them alone, Von pumped his fist in the air, saidyes!in a silent scream, and then left them alone.
Hawk Webster was the best thing that ever happened to him and his sister, and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure his sister understood that too.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The next morning and Janita placed a tray of bacon, a tray of eggs, a tray of toasts, and a pot of piping-hot grits on the breakfast table: a down-home Tennessee meal. Von was already seated at the table with a huge smile on his face that could not be disguised. He didn’t know how he was going to broach it, but he knew he was going to. “How was your night, sis?” he asked her as she put a plate in front of him.
“It was good. How was yours?”
“Mine was great. Did you get much sleep?”
Janita looked at him when he asked that question. When she saw that grin on his face, she slapped him upside his head. “Very funny,” she said, and he laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?” Hawk asked as he entered the breakfast hall with his Wall Street Journal morning newspaper tucked under his arm, and sat at the head of the table.
“I didn’t know they made those anymore,” Von said of the print newspaper Hawk was carrying.
But Hawk wanted his question answered. “What’s so funny?” he asked again.
“Nothing at all,” said Janita. “Just my silly brother being my silly brother.”
“I was just asking her if she slept much last night,” said Von. He wasn’t ready to put it to bed. “Which is the question I’m asking you. How was your night, Hawk?”
Hawk knew what he was implying. He took his newspaper and threw it at him. Von ducked and laughed. He was having the time of his life.
Then they settled down and began putting the various food items on their plates while Janita went and poured Hawk a cup of coffee. Hawk chewed on toast as he watched her. Although he wore another one of his Versace tracksuits because of his intention to go by the office today, Janita wore a pair of shorts and one of his Lakers t-shirts that swallowed her. But her legs coming down from that shirt and those shorts were perfection. Her butt was perfection. She still looked sexy to him.
And he was getting aroused just looking at her. And thinking about how it felt to be inside of her again last night. That was why, as she sat his cup of coffee in front of him, he grabbed her and sat her on his lap. He knew it was a brazen thing to do in front of Von, but there was no way he was going to hide his affection for this lady after all she did for him. Not ever.
Janita loved his show of affection, too, and wasn’t worried that Von wouldn’t let her live it down. After his ordeal and after last night, she was more determined than ever to do whatever she had to do to hold onto this man. She knew she couldn’t compete with those movie stars and recording artists, and she wasn’t going to try. But she wasn’t giving up Hawk without a fight. She decided the day she saw him nearly dead on his living room floor, that he was worth every ounce of fight she had within her.
Her concern was if he thought she was worth fighting for too.
Hawk looked at her sweet, smooth face, and her large, tender eyes and smiled. “Did I ever tell you how grateful I am to you and your brother?”
She smiled too. “Only about a hundred times.”
“Well, here is number 101: Thank you, baby. Thank you so much,” he said heartfelt, and then he kissed her passionately on the lips.
