In one smooth motion, he leans down and pulls her slightly towards him. She melts against him, as their mouths meet hungrily. Melissa moans against his lips, as the kiss deepens. It’s hot and fierce, and she responds eagerly, kissing him hard, kissing him with all the feelings that she’d been dealing with since their fight. She bites his bottom lip, pulling a guttural groan from deep within his chest. His hands move down her back, settling on her and gently kneading her through her skirt, pulling her closer against his arousal. When they come up for air, both of them are breathing hard, their chests rising and falling in unison.
“You are looking way too sexy right now.” Hawk looks at her, his eyes flaring.
“I thought…I thought you didn’t care anymore, that you hated me.” Melissa’s voice comes out small, as she looks up at him from under her lowered lashes. She still can’t quite believe that she’s made it back here, into his arms. She’s waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for him to remember how upset he was with her for betraying him, for lying to him. But she doesn’t see any of that in his eyes.
He shakes his head, covering her lips with his index finger, as if silencing her lips can quiet her racing brain. “Don’t say that; don’t even think it.” He kisses the corner of her mouth, tracing a line down her neck, making her shiver. “I could never hate you.” His words come in-between the kisses, a whisper against her skin. “And I couldn’t stop caring if I tried.”
Hawk looks at her intently to make sure that she doesn’t miss his meaning, communicating with his eyes just how much he cares about her. She reaches up on her toes, pulling his head down to hers to kiss him, the heat making the air between them fizzle. His hands are in her hair, sifting through it and massaging her scalp as he deepens the kiss. Melissa thrusts her hips up against his, wanting to feel his hardness against her, the knowledge that she’s the reason he’s so aroused firing her up even more.
“I missed you.” Her words are muffled against his mouth, but she knows that he hears her, as his kiss becomes more urgent. She sucks on his bottom lip, and it’s as if that is enough to make him explode into action.
He runs his fingers along her sides, over her breasts, making them pucker and harden immediately under his touch. Melissa reaches down to yank his t-shirt up, wanting to touch his chest, his hard abs, to feel the muscles underneath her hands. They move apart just long enough for him to shrug his top off and throw it unceremoniously onto the floor. Then, he pulls her back towards him again, as if he can’t be apart from her for more than a few seconds. She knows the feeling. All she wants is him; all she needs is him.
Hawk’s hands are working their way down the buttons of her shirt. He fumbles with the penultimate one and curses at the delay. Impatient, he pulls the rest of the fabric apart and two buttons fall to the floor, but there’s no time to think about that as he pushes the shirt over her shoulders. It doesn’t even reach the ground before his mouth has closed over the fabric of her bra, making her moan. He reaches behind her, unhooking her bra with practiced ease that she didn’t want to think about now, or ever. His mouth on her body is making it impossible to follow any train of thought other than how good his mouth feels against her. He suckles at her nipples, making her arch against him. But she needs more, so much more than just his mouth.
Melissa’s hands find the button of his jeans, and she pulls, needing to feel him against her. In an answering growl, Hawk grabs hold of Melissa’s ass, pressing her against his arousal, making her squirm in anticipation, in need. He shucks up her skirt so it’s around her hips, exposing her to him.
“Hold on.” His voice is a commanding growl, and she obeys without even thinking twice about it, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifts her up. Automatically, she encircles his waist with her legs, kissing his jawline, his mouth, breathing in the scent of him, as he carries her over to the bonnet of the car he’d been working on and sits her down on top of it. He kisses her hard, greedily, his eyes dark and full of need.
He slides his hand along her inner thigh, making her body tingle. “Stockings.” He groans the word out, as if it were the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Just as he’s about to reach the apex of her thighs, his hand stills and he watches her expectantly. Melissa moans and wriggles against him, desperate for his touch.
“Hawk, please.” Her voice is a plea, and she twists underneath him, grabbing his waist to bring him closer to her, but he stands fast, enjoying the teasing.
“Please what, Melissa?” He says her name in that silky way of his, and it makes her even wetter.
“Please, Hawk, touch me.” Her voice is strangled, as she looks up at him, licking her lips and watching as his eyes flare with arousal.
“Please is good, Melissa, very polite.” His fingers draw small circles over the soft skin of her inner thigh, edging closer to the hot pool of need between her legs. “Is this what you want?” His fingertips brush the lacy material of her thong, and he takes in a breath as he feels her. “You’re so wet, Melissa.” He says the words reverently, his voice strangled, and Melissa knows that he’s hanging on by a thread, that he needs this as much as she does, that he’s missed this as much as she has.
“I’ve been thinking about you.” Melissa’s breath comes in short gasps. Her heart is pounding so hard she feels like she can’t quite catch her breath.
“Oh baby, I was hoping you’d say that.” Hawk’s voice is a low growl, as he roughly pushes the material of her panties to one side and plunges his fingers inside of her.
Melissa cries out as his thumb circles the sensitive nub of her pussy, his fingers pumping into her at the same time. She grips hard onto his shoulders, helpless to do anything else but hold on for the ride.
“Come on, Melissa. I want to see you. Come for me.” Hawk’s fingers slide over her wetness, pushing her on, leading her towards her climax. Melissa throws her head back and cries out, letting go as she rides the wave of her pleasure.
Consciousness slowly seeps its way back into her. But Hawk is far from finished. He looks down at her, breathing hard, his eyes full of intent. She swallows hard, watching him, his fingers wet with her pleasure, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them drop, along with his boxers.
Greedily, she reaches out to take his length in her hand, twisting and tugging him gently, watching as his eyes flutter closed as he tries to regain some composure. He plants his hands on the bonnet of the car on either side of her, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
Melissa finds his mouth, giving him a hot, open-mouthed kiss, probing with her tongue. She’s rewarded by his hands taking hold of her butt and shuffling her further towards him. With a growl, he reaches down and pulls off her soaked panties. Melissa looks up at him, want burning in her eyes, and licks her lips as she takes his shaft and guides it towards her opening. Impatiently, Hawk pushes her skirt up higher, so that he can see them join together and the thought of that is almost enough to send Melissa into another spasm of pleasure. Abruptly, Hawk grabs hold of her hips and pulls her hard towards him, plunging into her all at once.
Melissa gasps in surprise as he fills her up. She holds onto him, as he slams into her. He is moving inside of her, as Melissa lifts her hips, wrapping her ankles around his waist, bringing him even closer to her so that he can get deeper. He smashes into her again and again. His thrusts become harder and faster, sweat springing out on his muscular chest at the effort, not only of the movement but also of holding himself in check.
“Don’t stop.” Melissa’s voice is a plea, as she feels herself building up again towards the top of the rollercoaster.
“I couldn’t if I wanted to, ‘Mel.” He whispers in her ear, and his voice is so low and sensual that she feels it deep inside of her.
He thrusts into her again and again and the heat in Melissa’s belly spreads out through her body, making her feel as if there’s a furnace inside of her that needs to be quenched. “Hawk, harder.” She’s moans loudly as he picks up the pace, plunging into her, giving her exactly what she needs, taking her up to the crest of the wave. She cries out, as she tips over the edge, biting his shoulder hard as she climaxes.
A few seconds later, Hawk reaches his own peak, thrusting into her one last time before his whole body tenses and his head rears back, the muscles in his arms and chest tight. He groans deeply, a vibration that she feels inside of her where they’re joined, and falls against her, his head against her chest.