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SUTTON

Hawk dropped kisses along the length of my spine. The heat of his body radiated into mine where he leaned over me on the bed. My eyes were closed, but since I was on my stomach anyway, I wouldn’t have been able to see him and I was enjoying all the different sensations this brought with it.

My heart thudded in my chest and my skin buzzed with electricity as his hot mouth kept pressing against it. I moaned and hugged my pillow tighter. My brow furrowed as I rolled my hips against the mattress.

He let out a low, husky chuckle. “Uh uh. None of that. We’re being patient, remember?”

“I think I’ve run out of patience,” I mumbled. My muscles tensed as he dragged his fingertips lightly against the backs of my thighs. “Let’s make up for lost time instead.”

“We’ve been doing that,” he murmured, his lips moving against my ultra-sensitive skin. “We’re doing it now.”

He followed the words by running his fingers almost all the way up to the apex of my thighs before he withdrew again.

I sucked in a sharp breath. “Asshole.”

He laughed softly but didn’t relent, touching me with those soft brushes of his fingertips everywhere except where I wanted him to touch most. In the meantime, he kept torturing me, sometimes pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to my spine and at other times keeping them at only a peck.

The sensations were exquisite but almost overwhelming. I opened my eyes and turned my head to glance at him over my shoulder. “You can’t tell me this isn’t driving you crazy.”

“No, I can’t,” he agreed, his voice rough and still husky, but he didn’t suddenly flip me over and take me. “It’ll be worth it, though. Just relax, Sutton. I promise you’re going to enjoy this.”

“I already am,” I murmured, focusing on the sensations he was eliciting from me. As his hands ran along the length of my back, so strong and sure, I let out a quiet moan. “Have I mentioned how much I love being with you like this?”

“You don’t like being around me normally?” he teased. “Gee, thanks.”

I laughed, reminded of how very easy it was to have fun while being intimate with him. Our friendship had provided such a solid foundation that even in moments that might otherwise have been too awkward or too heated, we managed to find a way to laugh together.

“Well, normally, you’re okay too. I just happen to like you better when you’re using your mouth for things other than talking.”

“Is that so?” he asked, humor wrapped around the lust in his voice. “What exactly would you like me to do with it, then?”

Heat splayed across my cheeks. “You’re not going to make me say it, are you?”

“Oh, I’m going to make you beg for it,” he promised right against my ear, his torso so close to my back as he leaned over me that I could feel the heat of him again.

My insides contracted around nothing and I shivered with need. “I bet I could find a way to let you know without saying the words.”

“Why would you even try? I happen to like the words.”

“Cunnilingus?” I said, laughing softly as I imagined the look on his face.

To my surprise, he finally indulged me by lowering his hips and bringing the tip of what felt like a raging erection to my entrance from behind. “I can think of sexier ways for you to say it, but that works.”

He pressed against me and I spread my legs wider in the hope that he would just sink into me, but naturally, that was when he withdrew. Lowering his mouth to my shoulders, he peppered me with kisses once more, nipping at my butt cheeks when he reached them and then settling with his shoulders between my legs.

Convinced that he was just teasing me again, I wasn’t prepared for it when he suddenly licked through me. His fingers wrapped around my thighs to hold me in place as he tucked into me like I was his favorite meal. My hips bucked and my arms tightened around the pillow I was holding. My breath left me in a rush.

As he kept going, working me into a frenzy, I turned my head into my pillow to muffle my moans and held on tight, so pleasantly surprised that he had actually given in until I remembered that I’d asked for this. I smiled when I realized that was what he’d wanted all along—for me to tell him what I wanted.

Deciding to see how much further I could take it, I flipped over before I reached the point of no return, wrapping my hands around his shoulders and pulling him up to me. He was breathing hard, his eyes as dark with lust as I was sure my own were.

As he looked into my eyes, he hooked an arm around my shoulders and made me sit up to kiss him. Then he went onto his knees and brought me with him. Our torsos fused together as need pulsed through me. I’d never felt like I was on fire with anyone else, but Hawk seemed to bring it out in me.

Turning my body into a puddle of molten need seemed to be a talent of his. I lifted myself up higher on my knees and scooted forward, lining him up with my core. Then I slowly lowered myself down when I felt him where I wanted him to be.

Hawk moaned when my slick heat enveloped him, but then he suddenly stopped kissing me, his voice ragged. “We need a condom.”