Hawke
Bringing my lips to her upper thigh once more, I traced a delicate pattern from one side to the other, hands sliding down her outer curves, her scent unraveling me.
“Hawke,” she whispered, her voice as shaky as her thighs. She was close. Too close.
“You’re ready to come for me now, aren’t you, Cupcake?” I whispered.
“Yes! God, yes! Please!”
The desperation in her voice was the sweetest fucking melody.
“Too bad.” Getting to my feet, I jerked her hand out of her panties and pinned both of her wrists behind her back. “You need to slow down now, naughty girl. Deep breaths.”
She groaned in protest, her chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths as she ignored my command, but hell, it wasn’t like I hadn’t warned her.
“I said deep breaths, Maddie. Unless you want to break my rules again and deal with another punishment.”
Shaking her head, she sucked in a breath, then let it out slowly. Another. Another. I waited patiently, letting her come off the edge a little.
It would make pushing her over the cliff all the sweeter.
I was still holding her wrists captive in one hand, my other hand drifting down to her hip, tugging at the edge of her panties, making her sigh once more.
Touching her was…fuck. I still couldn’t even believe she was real. Here. Warm and whole and perfect, so damn sweet she made my chest hurt.
As much as I wanted to drag out this delicious punishment, I was growing just as impatient as my girl. Just as desperate.
And the panties—as sexy as they were, decorating her ass like icing—had suddenly become nothing more than the annoying barrier that stood between my mouth and her pussy.
I grabbed my pocket knife, brought the blade to the lace, and sliced through it without another thought, yanking the scrap of fabric from her body and tossing it onto the counter with the knife.
I released her wrists, and she turned to face me.
A faint blush colored her cheeks, a thin sheen of sweat glimmering across her forehead. Her eyes were so blue they nearly stopped my heart.
“What are you staring at?” She smiled, just a little shy. Then she bit her lip, her cheeks darkening even more.
I was in a fucking trance.
“You drive me wild,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Absolutely fucking wild.”
“So touch me,” she said, fisting the front of my hoodie like she might just tear it off if I didn’t give her what she wanted. “Please, Hawke.Please.”
She was losing her mind, so fucking needy for it, just like me.
Well, hell. I couldn’t deny her for one more minute.
Like a heat-seeking missile homing in on its target, I slid my hand between her thighs again.
“More,” she whispered, eyelids fluttering closed. “More.”
I thrust two fingers deep inside, feeling her body tense, then relax, her hips rocking again, coaxing me into a perfect rhythm.
God, she’s so fucking tight. So fucking perfect.
My dick strained against my pants, gunning hard to find out what it felt like to be buried balls deep in that tight, wet heat, letting her milk me for all it was worth, but this wasn’t about me right now.
Just her. My naughty little cupcake.
