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Hawk wasn’t the type of person to say something he didn’t mean. Especially not empty flattery to get me in bed because, well, let’s face it, he knew he could do whatever he wanted to me for the next two days.
I let his words sink in, allowing my confidence to grow.
He turned me around and looked me over, his eyes lingering on my breasts and then moving down to my tummy. I instinctively covered it.
He scowled. “Don’t.” He unwrapped my arms and forced them to my side. “I want to see all of you.”
He cupped my breasts and ran his thumbs over my nipples, earning a gasp from me. His hands roamed over my belly, and I tensed.
“Lila, you’re so fucking perfect.”
No one had ever referred to my body as perfect before, not even in false flattery to get into my pants. But the way Hawk said it, with so much sincerity, made me realize he truly believed it.
He squeezed my ass and pulled me in tight, my body flush to his. “You feel so goddamn good.”
He continued to explore my body, and I let him. I allowed myself to actually enjoy his touch without my insecurities getting in the way. His touch was gentle. His caresses were sensual. His cock was straining in his pants.
“My turn,” I said as I peeked at him from under my lashes.
He groaned in approval. I tucked my hands under his jacket and smoothed them over his strong shoulders and arms until it slid off. He was more cooperative than I’d been. Or less resistant, I should say. He let me do everything. He stood still with his arms at his side, allowing me to take my time as I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing skin, a muscled chest, and lots of ink.
A tattoo of a hawk covered one side of his chest. The bird of prey had widespread wings, and its talons were out as if it was about to claw at something. Under it were rows of dead mice. “Do these tats have meaning?”
“Yes.”
“Can I ask what?”
“No.”
I suspected the mice symbolized his defeated enemies. Should I be worried?
Of course not. The man radiating with so much power beneath my fingers was a ruthless killer. I was certain of that. But I also knew I was completely and undeniably safe with him.
But that didn’t change the fact this man led a life so utterly different from my own. He didn’t need to tell me anything. Everything about him spoke volumes of the savage existence consuming him. The scars. The torment brewing in his eyes. His body always on alert, ready to pounce in half a heartbeat.
We didn’t belong in each other’s worlds.
I pushed the thought out of my mind. At this moment, it didn’t matter. After this weekend, we would never see each other again.
I brought my attention back to his tattoos. Along his collarbone was a charging bull leading up to the wordRespectin black ink. On the other side of the word was a bear. His left pec had a fresh tattoo of… “Is this Rambo?”
The corners of Hawk’s lips curled. “Yeah.”
I smiled along with him. He was not only a ruthless killer but also had a sweet side.
I slid his shirt off, and that too fell to the ground. And then his pants. And boxers. Until a very naked and a very hard Hawk stood before me.
I ran my fingers along the lines of his sculpted arms. Then over his chest and the ink reflecting his duality—the brutality of his life along with the gentleness of his soul.
I slid my fingers through the edges of his eight-pack, then trailed over his treasure trove. He sucked in a breath. I wanted to give this man the same pleasure he’d given me in my office. He had refused a blowjob back then. Would he deny me again?
I wrapped my hand around his cock. He moaned. As I lowered myself to my knees, he grabbed my shoulders and forced me up.
“No,” he growled.
So, he hadn’t refused me because he had been in a hurry. He really didn’t want me to take him in my mouth. I averted my eyes and tried to stamp down the hurt.
He hooked an arm under my knees and scooped me up into his arms. “You kneel for no one, Kitten.” He sat me on the couch and ran a thumb over my lips. “I’ve been craving those lips of yours around my cock for so long.”
