Page 30 of Hawk and the Cougar

Chapter Nine

Liz’s stomach was in free fall. She’d never had a man do to her what Hawk promised to do…what he was about to do. He pressed closer. She was acutely aware of his large hands on her hips and the taut control behind the deceptively light grasp. He flattened his palms on the curve of her ass and slid downward.

She drew a sharp breath when his fingers dipped between her soaked folds. Liz held her breath, expecting him to enter her channel again. Instead, he dragged her cream back. She shivered when he gently inserted a lubricated finger into her anus, carefully stretching her. He inserted two fingers, widening the tight ring of muscle in delicious pleasure. By the time he flattened his palms on her ass and gently spread her butt cheeks, she was trembling. He fitted the thick shaft in the crevice and slowly released her buttocks around him.

A thrill raced through her. Hawk pressed his chest against her back, warm and reassuring, then grasped her waist and slowly slid his erection forward through the slickened crevice. Liz leaned into him, and his fingers tightened on her flesh. She reached around and grasped his butt. Muscled flesh tensed beneath her fingers. He thrust upward, then down, then up again. When he moved downward, this time he leaned back, and she felt the bulbous head at the entrance to her anus.

Hawk again opened her wide and this time gently pushed his cock in a fraction. She sucked in a breath, startled by the feel of the tight opening stretched beyond capacity. He’d felt huge while inside her channel, but now he felt mammoth. Liz swallowed, suddenly uncertain, but when his hand slid around her hips and dipped into the moist heat of her slick folds, she melted against him. He pushed his finger deeper as his cock moved a fraction deeper.

He inserted a second finger and gently thrust inside. Liz gasped at the unexpected, pleasurable burn of his cock inching inward. She dug her fingers into his ass and shoved hard to meet the fingers working their wicked magic a second time. Hawk wrapped his free arm around her waist, holding her steady as he pushed into her rectum. She gulped air.

“You all right?” he asked.

She nodded. He gave a low laugh that told her he was well aware of her pleasure, then slowly pulled back until she thought the tip was going to pop out. He thrust in, faster this time, and she flushed when his balls brushed the spot beneath her anus. He began a faster rhythm, his cock in her ass, his fingers keeping pace inside her pussy, and her pulse accelerated. She nestled closer to his groin, angling her hips so that his balls slapped harder.

His arm tightened around her waist, and she realized he understood she wanted allof him. He angled her hips slightly more upward, and his balls hit with more force as he rammed his cock against the outer wall of her womb. She cried out, and his finger began a faster motion inside her slippery channel.

“I never break a promise.”

His hoarse words were strained, and she knew he teetered on the edge of orgasm. Feminine pride swelled. Who could make who come first? She rocked harder against his finger, slamming back against his rod as he thrust.

“Liz,” he growled.

She kept pace with his rhythm, determined to give as good as she got. His arm clamped iron-like around her waist in a breath-stealing hold. Her channel tightened and clenched around his fingers. A whimper escaped her lips, then she moaned.

“You’re not playing fair,” he ground out.

Unexpected pressure to her clit sent pleasure spiraling through her. She gasped and seized his arm, as much to keep from losing her balance as in an effort to stop him from bringing her to another hard climax. Wet friction turned hot between her legs. Her clit clenched, and an orgasm fractured through her. She cried out. He pistoned into her, the rhythm so hard and fast that the spasm took her breath. Liz cried out his name. He growled and thickened inside her ass.

Then exploded.

* * *

Hawk didn’t want to travel any more tonight if he could help it. Hell, he didn’t want to move from on top of Liz. But he slid from her nonetheless, pulling her close. Their sweat-slicked bodies would cool off all too quickly in the tiny breeze, but he was going to hold her naked body for a final few moments before he insisted they get dressed. He detected a tremble in her, but knew it wasn’t from the cool night air. Chances were the gravity of what they’d just done was crashing in on her…or what she thought of what they’d just done, to be more accurate.

“I don’t regret a thing,” he whispered. Except getting her into this mess to begin with. But he’d deal with Reid tomorrow.

“We’re in an unusual situation,” she replied.

Hawk jerked from his thoughts. “What?”

“The circumstances are tense. I’m scared—”

“Yeah, but you sure as hell weren’t scared this afternoon when you showed up at the dig or earlier, when we were in the Land Cruiser.”

She muttered something into his chest.

“What?” he demanded.

“Young whippersnapper.”

He laughed, then rolled on top of her again. “Could a young whippersnapper do all the things I just did to you?” He couldn’t discern a blush but knew by the way her lashes dropped that she was flaming. “Look at me, Liz.”

She hesitated, then shifted her eyes back to his face.

“You’re beautiful and smart, and you’ve got guts.”

“I’ll take that,” she replied, and he laughed again.