She bit his chest. “You liked that, huh?”
“Baby, you can reach back that way in a tight space and move your sexy butt again anytime.” His hand covered her derriere. “I love your ass. So perfectly round and silky. With enough meat for little bites. And the little tattoo on the right side near your thigh drives me crazy. Why did you choose to have one there?”
Heat rose in her face. “You sound like you’re talking about food,” she said lightly.
“And I was doing quite a bit of eating,” he teased. “That trail of little roses that led the way. I felt like Hansel and Gretel eating bread crumbs.”
He caressed the spot where she had her tattoo. “There you go with food again,” she said.
Using his other hand, Hawk nudged her up into a sitting position, her thighs spread on either side of him. She looked down at him, enjoying his nakedness as much as he was hers. He traced the pattern of the flowers in her thigh, his finger following each rose until the stem disappeared.
“You must have done this during a vacation.”
She expelled a breath when his fingers moved lower. “How do you know?”
“It was just an assumption. You must have shaved for the bikini,” he said, and his smile was very wicked. “I’m just trying to imagine you lying there spread out for the tattoo guy.”
Amber flushed. “It was a biker festival,” she told him.
“A biker party, huh? Interesting. Somehow I don’t see you as a biker mama, Amber.”
She laughed. “It was the most rebellious thing the daughter of missionaries could think of to do, although to this day my parents really don’t know about the tattoo. Just that I spent a whole weekend with bikers.” She laughed again at the memory. “My girlfriends and I wanted to put our tattoos somewhere sinful. The tattoo place was run by a couple, and the woman there suggested this.”
“I like it. It makes me want to go down on you again.” His gaze traveled intimately up her body. By the time it reached her eyes, her whole body was on fire from his leisurely inspection. “Shave for me. I want to see the rest of it.”
“What do I get in return?” The sight of his tanned hand on her fair skin was erotic.
“I remember another position you owe me.”
She leaned forward, putting her hands on his shoulders. “For an unconscious man, you seemed to remember all kinds of things I supposedly did to your body.”
His lips quirked. “You mean to say you didn’t climb on top and take advantage of me, like you’re going to right now?”
“I didn’t climb…I know, I know, you don’t believe me.” He was already positioning her. “Hawk, if I were doing all those things, shouldn’t you letmebe in charge?”
“Later.”
He was too sure of himself. He opened his legs, effectively widening her thighs. There was the sensation of pressure as he guided himself inside her with one hand and pushed her down on him with another.
“You’re a control freak,” she whispered as she slid down on him.
“Yes.”
She ignored the arrogance of his reply as she enjoyed the thick feel of him. He lay there contentedly as she adjusted to an easy rhythm; she could feel his eyes watching her as she abandoned herself to enjoyment. He trailed his fingers along her tattoo as she moved up and down, not quite touching her, just enough to make her go a little faster.
The shrill from her private line cut through her haze of pleasure. Her eyes darted to the phone on the night table by them. The tone told her it was the direct line linked to her study. Shit. She caught the time on the alarm clock. Shit, shit. Brad. She had forgotten about the dinner. He sometimes called her from the study when he got in early.
Hawk didn’t stop her from answering the phone, but his hands on her thighs made it impossible for her to disengage her body from hers. She leaned over to get the phone.
“Hello? Hi…Brad.” She almost lost balance as Hawk began to sit up. She held on to the phone tightly. “I’m fine, just running a little…late.”
Amber couldn’t do anything as Hawk pushed her back against his raised thighs. Just in time, she stopped the groan that rose in her throat as he thrust upward. She glared up at him. His eyes had an unmistakable glint in them.
She cleared her throat again. “No, no, I’ll be down there soon.” She ignored, or tried to, the hands cupping her breasts. He leaned forward and she jerked forward at the feel of his mouth on her nipple. This time she couldn’t stop her gasp. “Oh! I mean, have some…wine.”
She slapped at the teasing hand traveling down from her rib cage, but there wasn’t much room to maneuver, not when she was trying to have a conversation at the same time. She leaned back helplessly against Hawk’s thighs as his thumb mercilessly began its external assault. Sitting on him, impaled, there was no escape. And Brad was asking about Lily.
“Don’t know.” Her voice came out breathless and high. “I’ll come down…soon.”
