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“Tonight,” he says firmly, and I don’t argue as he stops next to a sleek black sports car and opens the passenger door for me to climb in. I should probably have some self-preservation in me, and it shames me just how willingly I climb into the car.
The ride to his home probably takes about twenty minutes since there is no traffic this late, but it’s feels like forever locked in this small space with the huge man. My heart is hammering in my chest by the time the car stops in front of a modest two-story home, but I am too nervous to even look around.
“So, what happened to your shirt?” I ask as we walk up the steps to his door.
“Had to take it off, or my opponent would have used it to choke me,” he says, so nonchalantly, I almost think I’ve heard him wrong, but I figure it’s a fair enough explanation as any other.
I follow him into the house and don’t even get a chance to judge the man’s interior decor when he backs me to the wall. My lips part on a gasp when he trails his hand around my waist and down to my butt, where he fondles my ass.
The move has my sex pulsing with liquid heat, leaving my panties sodden.
“You’re so beautiful, Kirsten,” he rasps, leaning down and brushing his lips against my neck, which only makes me melt against him. “Your ass is so perfect, I can’t wait to see it bounce when I finally fuck you.”
“H-hawk, what are you doing?” I bite back a moan that threatens to slip out. My nipples are aching with the need to feel this man’s touch, and every part of my body grows more sensitive by the second.
“You are supposed to fight me off, Kirsten,” he growls into my skin. “If someone backs you up like this, what do you do?”
Oh, it’s a test.
Christ, I am usually so good at tests, but this is one I am going to fail miserably. I don’t know if I should consider what he’s doing harassment when my body welcomes his touch the way it does.
“I doubt anyone would do it this way,” I whisper, biting down a whimper when he pushes my hair back and nuzzles my neck.
“A strange man backs you into the wall and suddenly kisses you. What do you do?” he rasps deeply, combing his fingers into my hair and closing his fist around it before tugging my head back roughly. I cry out as I look up to meet his heated eyes. “Push me off, Kirsten.”
I lift my hands to his chest to do just that but . . . it’s warm and firm. Christ, his muscles feel unreal, and my breathing turns shallow as I feel the heat of them beneath my palms. “You’re warm,” I whisper, my voice sounding strange even to my own ears.
“Push me off you, hard!” he demands roughly, and my eyes drop to his firm mouth, so perfectly curved. I have watched that same mouth scowl every night at the bar. What would he taste like if I leaned up and kissed him?
“Kirsten!”
My eyes shoot back to his to find them heated with desire, and I wonder if he’s going to act on this. Oh, who am I kidding? I need him to do something to help soothe the torturous pulsing between my legs. This is all new to me, and a part of me wants to be reckless enough to forget it all and give myself to this man. The need is too strong, it leaves me delirious.
Focus, Kirsten!
I drag my fingers over his chest, and he hisses when my nails scratch his nipples. “Sorry,” I whisper, trying to summon the strength to push him away. I even try to conjure Johnny’s face, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what the foul man looks like.
What is happening to me?
“I can’t do it,” I cry out, running my hands over his torso and reveling in the taut muscles. “You’re not like him. You don’t look like him, sound, or even smell like him. You don’t make me feel like he does.”
“Who is he? What does he do?”
“He is so disgusting,” I whisper. “He says crude things about my body, and today, he touched my ass as I walked by.”
Hawk suddenly releases me and spins me around. My hands slap against the wall a second before I feel the sharp sting of his palm as he smacks my ass cheeks. My knees buck, and I whimper from the rush of heat that rocks me, sending a wave of wetness staining my panties.
“You like that,” he whispers into my ear, his voice riddled with both amazement and desire. It’s obvious to both of us that this is not going to work. He’s trying to provoke the same reaction as my boss and force me into fighting him, but how can I do that when I feel warm and safe with Hawk?
With him, I don’t feel the need to learn anything when I know in my soul that he would defend me. I bet those bruised hands would tear through my boss like a sheet of paper. The thought just lures me further into a sense of security.
“Maybe I’m just tired,” I try, my voice breaking into a gasp when he trails a hand under my skirt. “I had a long day of classes, and I was already tired when I showed up for my shift . . . Oh.”
“Makes perfect sense,” he whispers against my nape, and I whimper when he trails his knuckle over my clothed sex. “Your panties are soaking wet, angel. Is that because you are tired too?”
I drop my head against the wall as he circles his knuckle around my sensitive sex. I should stop him. I should push him away from me as he commanded and not buck in his arms as he touches my most intimate parts, but . . . I want this.
This is not what I came here to do, and yet, it’s all I can think about.
