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“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this for,” he purrs, dipping to nibble on my earlobe before trailing a path of searing hot kisses along my neck. In the space of one blink, Hawk’s clothes evaporate, leaving him in just his boxers, the thick length of his erection straining against the cotton.
Glancing down at myself, I realize my own clothes have disappeared, and when Hawk makes a pleasurable noise in the back of his throat and moves to cup the heavy weight of my breast in his hand, I moan in delight.
His other hand reaches between my thighs, his fingers trailing through the moisture gathering before he starts playing with my clit. I gasp at the delicious tingles that emanate outward from my core.
“Hawk.” His name is nothing more than a soft exhale, a pleasure-induced moan as he does incredible things to my body.
“Damn right, baby. I’m the one making you feel this good.”
His thumb rubs tight circles around my over-sensitized bundle of nerves, and I bite down on my lip to trap another wanton moan. My body quakes in his arms, hungry for more, and when he moves lower, sliding two thick fingers inside of me, I arch my back, clinging to his shoulders as he sends me catapulting toward oblivion.
I’m right on the edge, dancing precariously along the precipice of what promises to be a one-of-a-kind orgasm, when the image in front of me distorts, and I’m pulled away, sucked into darkness. The only thing that remains is the lingering exhilaration of his touch.
As I’m tugged back into the land of the living, I expect the residual effects of my near orgasm to fade, but instead, they heighten, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body until I want to scream.
Clearing the sleep from my eyes, I gaze groggily up at the mass of blond hair hovering over me. As if sensing I’m awake, Hawk lifts his head, his dark, stormy gray eyes clashing with mine. His pupils are dilated with lust, making it look like I’m staring at a cross-section of a tornado; his pupil the eye of the storm, and his iris the swirling chaotic energy that destroys anything in its path.
I lose myself in the turbulence for a moment, until another thrust of his finger makes me realize that my dream wasn’t just a dream. My entire body goes rigid, my arms snapping up so I can grasp his shoulders, attempting to push him back.
Instead of getting off me, Hawk uses his superior strength to maneuver us until I’m sprawled across the sofa, pinned beneath him.
My lips part with some sort of protest, but before I can gather the words, he speaks over me.
“I know you want this. Need it.” Another thrust of his fingers. “Don’t fight it.” His pace quickens, and any objections I had, fall away as my back arches and my breath hitches.
With skilled movements, it doesn’t take long until the ball of energy in my core explodes outwards. Hawk drinks in every second, his eyes never once leaving mine as I fall apart beneath his touch, and for a split second all the animosity and distrust that usually bounces between us falls by the wayside. For a moment, he hasn’t always despised what I am, and I haven’t always hated his righteous arrogance. We’re just two people who find each other attractive.
That bliss only lasts a moment before the reality of our situation penetrates my mind, like a sharp pin bursting a bubble. Our past rushes in, along with the reminder that this is Hadley’s brother, and I shove him backward.
“What the hell was that?” I snap, jack-knifing off the couch in my desperate need to put some distance between us before I can convince myself to take this any further.
The emotion on his face from a moment ago is wiped clean, his usual mask of indifference firmly back in place as he shrugs. “Just giving you what you wanted.”
What I wanted? What does that even mean?!
My mouth opens and closes as I try to find the right words, but every time I go to say something, I can feel my mind twisting it into something different, something dirty, something that my body craves but I know I can’t indulge in.
Giving up, I throw my hands in the air in exasperation, and needing to get the hell away from him before I cave and climb aboard his dick. I storm out of the apartment, not stopping until I’m locked behind my own closed door, wanton and needy, and completely confused.
As the memoryof the night that things turned a corner between Hawk and me fades away, the faint rays of daylight start to break through the darkness outside my window. Rubbing at my gritty eyes, I check the time, finding that it’s shortly after five a.m.There’s no hope of me getting any more sleep.
Giving up on even trying, I throw back the covers and climb out of bed. Wearing my thin pajama top and matching shorts that are covered in pictures of different breeds of dogs, with the words, written in large letters across my ass,bite me, followed byand I’ll bite you backin much smaller writing, I poke my head out of my room, checking if the coast is clear before daring to venture any further.
On silent feet, I pad down the stairs and into the kitchen, turning on the under-counter lighting. I open and close cabinet doors until I find everything I need to put on a pot of coffee, and while I wait for it to brew, I lose myself to my tired and groggy thoughts.
It’s the same thing that’s been keeping me awake all night. Hawk. Or, more precisely, the hard glint in his eyes and his stone-like expression. All of it is something I should be more than used to. It was his standard expression when we were at Pacific Prep. The only one he ever used on me, until he didn’t. Somewhere along the way, in our final year, that look changed. It wasn’t even something I realized at the time. Outwardly, his face was still set in the same veneer, but it was different from how it had been before. His eyes were no longer hard and cold but burned with an intensity that scorched my skin and made me self-combust.
It was only when I mustered the courage to meet his harsh gaze last night that it resonated with me. The realization practically knocked the air from my lungs. Even now, my shoulders deflate, knowing I’m back to square one with him, and this time Hadley and the guys aren’t around to soften his edges.
I’m so caught up thinking about Hawk that I fail to realize a more dangerous threat has snuck up behind me, and I practically jump out of my skin, a high-pitched yelp escaping when a large hand grabs a handful of my ass. “Don’t mind if I do,” Wilder growls low in my ear in a voice that both soothes, excites, and terrifies me.
He chuckles, the sound a seductive purr that resonates with every atom in my body, flushing my skin and heating my core. Before I can brace myself, he spins me to face him, and the playful, hungry smile on his lips drops away, his eyes widening almost imperceptibly as he roams his gaze over my face.
In the blink of an eye, his umber eyes grow hard, his body stiffening as he shuts down right in front of me. I’m helpless to do anything but watch, my insides feeling like they're being shredded to pieces as I watch the Wilder I once knew being methodically tucked away, a colder version of him rising to the surface to take his place.
A sharp tug on the back of my head makes me gasp as it’s forced back, until I’m openly staring up at him, unable to hide from the anger, hate, and malicious intent staring me directly in the eye. One side of his lip lifts in a snarl, his eyes boring into mine, and I have no doubt he wishes his ire alone could incinerate me.
With the way he’s holding the back of my head, my neck is bared to him, and he wraps his other hand around it, squeezing. I can feel the intent in his fingers as they press firmly against my skin, his hand shaking with the desire to crush my windpipe until nothing but the faintest wisp of air makes it past his tight hold.
