Page 29 of Hawk and the Cougar

Hawk gave a quiet laugh. “That’s what had you scared?”

Her head snapped up. “It’s not funny.”

“I know,” he soothed. “You weren’t just a little worried they might kill you?”

“You were the one they were shooting at.”

Hawk remembered the shot that had gone wide to her right. They hadn’t been shooting at him that time. “I told you to keep running.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you to get hurt or captured. They would have killed you.”

The determination in her voice didn’t surprise him, but the tightening in his chest did. She meant it. She would have put her life on the line for him, just as she had last night when she’d confronted him. It took guts for a woman to stand up to a man his size in a deserted parking lot. And stand up to him she had, even after he’d backed her against the truck. He’d responded to her, despite thinking she’d been sent by Reid. What would he have done if she’d been on the wrong side of this fight?

Hawk startled at the feel of her palm flat against his chest. His heart jumped into high gear as the hand slid upward. Her slender fingers made contact with his neck, and his shaft thickened.

“Liz,” he rasped.

She answered by drawing his mouth down to hers. Warm lips met his, and he knew the answer to his question. If she’d been on the wrong side of the fight, he would still be right here with her body pressed close to his. Her tongue slipped past his lips and stroked his. Desire coursed through him like a river of lava. She reached between them and fumbled with his belt.

He broke the kiss. “Liz, if they show up—”

“You said we lost them,” she whispered.

“I know, but if I’m wrong—”

He broke off. She’d gone stock still, except for the tremble in her fingers he knew was more from fear than lust. Damn, he was an idiot. She needed him. He glanced in the direction they had come. How long had it been since he’d heard sounds of pursuit, forty-five minutes, an hour? At least that. The men weren’t going to find them.

Hawk crushed Liz to him. She pushed at his chest.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothed. “I need you as much as you need me.”

“But you said—”

“I’m an idiot.” He pulled her across his lap and covered her mouth with his. His cock pulsed when her rounded ass pressed down on his fast-growing erection. Any minute the damn thing would burst past his button fly and dive straight for her.

She melted in a shuddering mass against him. The kiss turned violent, a slash of sucking lips, tangled tongues, and grazing teeth. Hawk pushed aside the lapel of her blue jean jacket, then fumbled the buttons on the coveralls and palmed her lush breast through the lacy bra. She moaned. He bent his head and sucked the peak through the lace. She clutched his shoulders and arched into his mouth. He sucked harder. She gasped.

He pulled loose the remaining buttons on the coveralls and sank his fingers into the hot moisture of her sex. Liz cried out. Blood roared through his ears, and his cock hardened to the point of agony. She slid a hand up his neck and speared her fingers into his hair. He rammed a finger inside her wet pussy, still sucking her nipple. She tugged hard on his hair.

Need coursed through him with startling heat, but he forced himself to slowly insert a second finger and gently stretch her. She was so damn tight. The thought of ramming his engorged cock inside the small opening sent a dizzying wave of lust through him. He thrust his fingers in and out of her silken passage.

“Hawk,” she whimpered.

The need in her voice tightened his chest. He moved to the other breast while fucking her harder with his fingers. She pulsed against the digits. The action bumped her buttocks against his erection. Sweat beaded across his forehead and instantly cooled in the night breeze. Her breath hitched, and he knew she was close to climax. Desire to be inside her clenched body nearly overwhelmed him, but he wasn’t done with her yet, not by a long shot.

He released her nipple and buried his face near her ear. “You like this, sweetheart?”

She nodded into his chest.

“Good, because I want to touch you all over…suck you all over.”

She shuddered and he felt the tightening of her channel walls around his fingers. He gritted his teeth against the need to shove his cock inside her pussy.

“I don’t have a condom with me, Liz. But I’ll make you come every way you can imagine, my cock inside your ass while my fingers are inside you.”

She ground the cleft of her ass against his cock. His balls tightened. She wanted everything he had to give.

Her walls fluttered, then she spasmed around his fingers. “That’s it, baby. Take all you want.”

The pulse that beat in her neck thundered against his jaw. He stroked and her legs clamped tight around his hand as another orgasm shook her. Before the shudder had passed, she was reaching for his belt.

Hawk thought he would go out of his mind. She undid the belt and pulled the buttons free. His strangled laugh cut off when she pulled back his boxer briefs and fisted his cock in a tight grip that seared him to the core.

“Liz.” He yanked his fingers from inside her.

Her head jerked up. He seized the sleeves of the coveralls and tugged them from her arms. She tumbled from his lap when he dragged the coveralls down her hips. He yanked them free of her legs, then tossed the jacket on the ground beside them and pulled her up to kneel on the fabric. Hawk turned her back to him and undid her bra. The elastic sprang forward, and she tossed it aside, then started to face him.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. She twisted her head in his direction. He leaned forward and placed a hard kiss on her mouth. “Don’t. Move.”

She didn’t but stared at him from over her shoulder as he shucked his boots, jeans, underwear, and shirt. When he sidled up behind her on his knees, she froze.

“Remember what I said,” he whispered into her hair.

She didn’t reply, and he pressed closer, his dick aligned with the crevice of her ass. She sucked in a breath, and Hawk feared he wouldn’t be able to keep it together long enough to make good on his promise.