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When our lips brushed, nothing else mattered. I slipped my hands under his club cut and grabbed hold of his shirt. It kept me stable as I leaned further into him, looking for something deeper. And, not one to disappoint, he took that as an invitation and captured my lips hard and passionately.
Even with our bodies pressed tightly together, I kept pushing forward, wanting more, needing more.
I gasped when my feet were lifted from the floor and we spun for a second until my back was pressed hard against the wall. I leaned back into it, letting it hold me up while his hands explored my body. One found my ass, and with a hard squeeze, my hips ground forward. The other cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over the thin fabric of my shirt, my nipple growing hard.
I moaned against his mouth. I couldn’t stop it. I had no control over my body’s response to this man. Since the moment we met, I’d been trying to figure out why he made it so hard to speak. Or why I felt like I couldn’t help but gravitate toward his energy.
An energy that made me smile and laugh, and I wanted to wrap around me like a protective blanket.
My pulse was racing. I could feel it in my chest, throat, and between my legs.
I couldn’t remember the last time I got so turned on by a kiss that I had to rub my legs together to try to ease the ache between them. My hips had a mind of their own, pushing forward, and I could feel his hard length pressed against me, straining against his jeans.
That was the only invitation I needed.
His mouth escaped mine, trailing kisses along my jawline.
My head fell to the side, urging him on while my fingertips skimmed down over his stomach until I found the buckle of his jeans. It took one flick and I had it open, the button next, and the zipper in my fingers before he managed to grab my wrist.
We both paused.
Our chests rising and falling at the same pace.
His nose grazed the length of my jaw as he pulled back just enough so I could see his eyes. They were dark, dangerous, and animalistic. He wanted this as badly as I did. “What I wouldn’t give to bury myself deep inside you right now and make you come in more ways than you even knew possible.” Hawk growled, the low rumbling whisper doing nothing to calm my body. “But your girl is in the next room, and she’s been watching this bedroom door, waiting to see you for almost four hours.”
Where did this man come from?
The flush across my cheeks was burning, and I knew they were bright red.
I cleared my throat and let out a soft laugh. “Is it wrong that you saying that just made me want you even more?”
He put my daughter first before his own wants and needs.
Her own fucking father couldn’t even do that.
And I couldn’t think of anything sexier.
Hawk dipped his head, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before stepping back, rearranging himself, and tightening his belt. “Just as a heads up,” he started, putting his arm around me and helping me shuffle toward the door. “Bishop and Cain are here, and there’s something I need to tell you.”
He pulled the door open, and we stepped outside just as Kadey slammed her little hand down on the table. “Go FISS!” she called with glee, scooping up the pile of cards and pulling them toward her like a big-time poker player who’d just won the game.
Then she jumped off her chair and began her victory lap.
I knew it well.
I giggled, watching the two grown men sitting with her huff and puff dramatically like they were so disappointed at their loss. Hawk eased me into one of the chairs at the table. I cringed as my bandaged wound rubbed slightly against the edge of the wooden seat.
“Coffee?”
I nodded. “Please.” Though he had already moved into the kitchen, so I assumed he knew the answer.
“How you feeling?” Bishop asked while he collected the cards that were still left on the table and shuffled them.
I tried to force a smile, but I could already tell it was more of a cringe than anything. “My leg hurts when I stretch or move it wrong, and the rest of my body is just tired. It’s like I’m asking it to move, but it’s like… eh, maybe later.”
“Good,” he answered with a nod. “That means you’ll be forced to rest.”
“I’m meant to work tonight.”
