He pushed away those dark images that rose up. Need. He ran his knuckles lightly over her swollen nub, pulling at the hood. Her body reacted immediately and her eyes opened wide, an electric blue fire that made him hot for her. And there wasn’t any hurt in them, just pure desire. He needed to see more of it.
“Hawk…”
His name came out like a caress. He gave her a slow smile as he continued playing with her, her wetness making it easy to glide his knuckles with long, slow strokes over and over. He had started out just needing her, but now he wanted her to need him, too. Her breathing was uneven again. Those beautiful blue eyes became pools of soft womanly need. No fear in them at all. He wanted to drown in them.
“You do know what the third position is, don’t you?” he asked. She licked her lips nervously and he smiled. “Remember? You tied a note around my dick.”
Still caressing her intimately, he climbed over her. “Looking for me?,you wrote in that note.” He nudged her intimately with the hard tip of his penis. She was so wet. The raging tension in him coiled in anticipation. “I believe I just found you, Amber.”
His weight on one elbow, he sank into her slick heat slowly, wanting to feel her take him in. He stroked her with his knuckles and gave a hum of satisfaction as her hips undulated upward, her internal muscles milking him eagerly. Her eyes were mere slits, her mouth parted, her hair like bright sunshine against the dark carpet. She fit around him, tight as a glove.
“Hmm. It feels good to be inside you. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you in the restaurant.”
“Not in the dark the first time? You did have a hard-on,” she reminded him, a smile teasing her lips.
“I was thinking of hamburgers.”
“Hamburgers.” She laughed. “You’re turned on by meat?”
He began thrusting into her in leisurely strokes. “Juicy meat.” He licked a corner of his mouth. “Delicious. Hot. Dripping with juice.”
She stared at him. “You’re turning me on with all this talk about hamburger.”
He grinned. “What were you doing a few minutes ago, darling? Reciting poetry?” He flexed deep inside her before withdrawing.
He began to thrust in earnest, closing his eyes. Pressure building. Every push brought him unbearably close. It had been so long, he knew he couldn’t last the first time. He was too eager. Too desperate to be inside her. She deserved more than a sex-hungry fool trying to get months of pent-up emotion out of his system. He had intended to give her some more loving, but a man could only play so long without killing himself. He was close to losing all sense of control as it was, what with her coming so wild and sweet in his mouth. She tasted fine. Deep inside her now, she felt even finer.
Trigger point. When all thought gushed like a mental stream of pleasure, gathered into a ball of energy suspended over some imaginary precipice, and time stood still, as his whole being balanced on the razor-sharp line of consciousness. Hawk gave one final complete thrust. Breath suspended somewhere between lung and throat. He groaned as release came. Tumbled over. Free at last, like a bird floating with the wind. He fell forward, lips finding Amber’s, and she tasted like the finest wine as he came hard into her.
“You know, the last time you were on top of me like this, I needed help to turn you over,” Amber said, her mouth tasting salty male flesh.
He was big and heavy, a satiated sexual animal still inside her. She didn’t know what to say; she had never had sex on the carpet before. Or against a wall. Or, she noted, in tattered clothes. He had touched and kissed her with such hunger; it made her shiver just remembering his mouth doing all those naughty things to her again.
“Does that mean we have to call Lily up here?” His voice was lazy now, as if he had momentarily satisfied that dangerous edge she had felt emanating from him. “Ow.”
Amber had bitten him without thinking. The idea that Lily…No, no, she would never allow Lily to ever see him naked again. Hawk McMillan ought to be locked in a jar like a genie, to be summoned by she, and she alone. She ran a hand down his muscular back, shocked at her own possessiveness.
“Never say another woman’s name while you’re naked with me,” she warned.
“I’m not naked.”
True. He hadn’t had his clothes torn apart by a sexual animal. She wanted to explore him as closely as he had her. “Easily remedied. A shower.”
He finally lifted his head and she had to stop the sharp intake of breath. She had thought he sounded satiated, but he still hadthatlook in his eyes. He sat back on his haunches, pulling his T-shirt over his head. “Okay, fourth position,” he said, voice muffled. He wadded the shirt into a ball and cocked his head. “What is it?”
Amber closed her mouth and blinked. She couldn’t take her eyes away from what had caught her attention. Running through Hawk’s right nipple was a very thin but very real band of gold. She shifted her gaze upward and caught him watching her. The image fit him somehow—a secret pirate—and her eyes shifted back down again, this time a lot lower. With a very big bird boldly jutting out between the vee of his pants. She wanted to see the rest of him.
“Just admiring,” she breathed out. He really was magnificent. His face might look like a male model’s, but that physique didn’t look gym-made. She held several belts in martial arts; she recognized a trained fighter’s body. From the muscle-corded arms, to the broad chest, to those amazing cuts on his stomach, he was, simply, a fantastic specimen of a man. And all she wanted was to get a closer look at that nipple ring.
“Keep looking like that and we might not make it into the bathroom.” His voice had lowered a notch. “I’m still not quite in control, Amber.”
She caught something underlying in Hawk’s words and returned her gaze to his face. Something had happened in the last few days to him. She was pretty sure of it. Once he had stepped into her bedroom, he hadn’t even bothered to reach the bed before he had taken her.
And hehadtaken her. There was no other word for it. He had given her the kind of mindless pleasure she had only read about, had wanted to experience all her life. She was surprised by how emotionally involved it was: To allow a man to take her like that needed a bond of trust, a willingness to let the other person take the lead.
Yet this had been more than that. If he had just wanted some kind of quickie to slake his male needs, he wouldn’t have taken the time to give her so much pleasure. No, he had come looking for her because he knew she would understand him.
It was ridiculous. She didn’t know the man. Yet somehow, intrinsically, she had bonded with and trusted him.
