“You,” she breathed, burning with desire.
His lips met hers again in a kiss that grew hotter with every swipe of his tongue. Soon her bra was gone and in a heap on the floor, and her jeans and panties followed.
He broke away to scan over her. When his heated gaze met hers again, warmth and wetness spread between her thighs. “Ah, now I have all of you, every single fucking gorgeous inch to enjoy.”
“Then touch me,” she rasped, her breath hitching.
The side of his mouth curved sensually as he slid a hand over her breast to pinch her nipple before he dragged his fingers between her thighs. She arched into his touch, craving more of this sweet torture.
“Is this what you want?” he breathed into her ear, his voice low and husky.
“Y-yes,” she stammered, struggling to form coherent thoughts amidst his skilled fingers expertly bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. But he didn’t stop, his touch becoming more insistent and urgent as she raced toward release. She clung to him, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body—until finally she broke free, riding his fingers while she fell apart.
“God, you’re amazing,” Hawke muttered sometime later, and then opened his belt with one hand while he grabbed a condom from his bedside drawer.
He shed his pants and boxer briefs, stepping out of them. She stared at him, flesh and metal—this man who was beautiful, and brave, and honorable, and she couldn’t understand why she denied him for so long.
He watched her, a smirk playing on his lips, as he sheathed himself in the condom.
“You look hungry, Larson,” he said, his voice deep and husky.
“Starving,” she rasped.
He took a step closer, closing the space between them. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she drank it all in.
“Good,” he growled, pulling her toward him and crushing his lips against hers in a fierce kiss.
She moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming over his smooth, hard skin.
He laid on his back and helped her straddle him. She climbed him, and his moan echoed hers, as she sank down, taking in every inch of his hard cock, slowly, eagerly.
They moved together, limbs tangling, skin sliding against skin, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through them. The world ceased to exist, fading away until there was only this moment—raw, intimate, and nothing she’d ever felt before.
She rocked her hips, grinding against him, getting closer… and closer… and closer.
He grasped her hips and thrust up into her. She threw her head back, pleasure becoming all-consuming.
“More,” she begged, her nails digging into Hawke’s chest. She felt his cock hardening, signaling his impending release, heightening hers.
He quickened his pace. Harder. And harder yet—
Until he slapped her ass. “Come for me, Red,” he commanded, his voice thick with need.
With a cry that didn’t even sound like herself, she let herself go, shattering into a million pieces as pleasure consumed her entirely.
Not a second later, he roared his release, bucking and jerking beneath her.
As the last tremors of ecstasy faded away, she breathlessly lay on his chest, entwined in his arms, their bodies slick with sweat and tangled together. The pain in her shoulder, forgotten for the moment.
A long moment passed before Hawke broke the silence and said, “We could be good together. Really good.”
As if the best sex of her life didn’t make that glaringly obvious. “I know,” she agreed. “But—”
“No buts, Red.” He gave her bottom a firm slap. “Unless we’re talking about this spectacular ass.” He squeezed her cheek, emphasizing his point.
She chuckled, and in this moment, with tiredness creeping in, she was content with that.
