Hawk walked back into the bedroom and locked the door behind him. My emotions were twisted inside me.

I was still angry, but it was nestled inside relief. He had saved Cameron from a legal battle. He had kept him safe. He had fulfilled his promise to me.

“He’s out,” he reported.

I nodded. “He read until he fell asleep.”

I shivered as his glorious green eyes raked over my body. I got lost in the depths of them every time he looked at me that way.

“Come with me.” He offered me his hand.

“What are you doing?” I wasn’t ready to shed the resentment I had. He had hurt me. Whether intentional or not, it didn’t just go away.

“We’re getting in a hot shower together.” He turned the hot water knob and waited for the steam to rise. “And I’m going to wash your body.”

I cocked my head sideways. “I don’t know about that.”

His fingers fastened on the button on my blouse. “I’m going to take care of you always. Even when you’re angry. I promise you won’t walk out of that shower still mad at me.” He winked.

I didn’t know if it was the challenge. But I stepped out of my jeans and into the shower. Convinced he couldn’t seduce away the hurt feelings.

But I was wrong. So wrong.

Hawk climbed in after me. His massive shoulders taking up much of the space in the shower. He lathered soap in his hands and then placed them on my shoulders.

“Just relax,” he ordered, spinning me toward the wall.

I turned around giving him my back. His hands felt like magic as they worked their way down my spine and then back up across my shoulders, up my neck.

He dropped to his knees and continued rubbing the soap into my skin. My legs and feet have never been cleaned this well in their whole existence. I’m sure of it.

When he reached up to clean between my legs I inhaled sharply.

I whimpered a little as he ran his fingers along each side of my pussy lips and then pulled back to rub across my clit. My breathing became more erratic with each caress of his hand. I wished he would reach back just a little more and slide a finger inside of me or his cock.

Anything.

I squirmed back and forth causing him to chuckle.

“My little minx,” he growled, turning me around to face him. His mouth captured mine in a kiss so blistering hot I didn’t know how the walls didn’t go up in flames around us. As he pulled away, he pressed me back against the wall.

“Sit.” He ordered.

I didn’t hesitate. If there was one thing I had learned, it was to listen to this man when he spoke. I sat on the bench built into the shower, and watched as he knelt before me. When he lowered his head between my legs I wanted to scream and cry. I wanted him.

Then I felt his tongue dart out against my clit. I spread my legs wide for him, eager for more.

Once.

Twice.

He sucked me into his mouth and bit down ever so gently but enough that I knew he had me and that I couldn’t pull away. With my clit clamped tight between his teeth, he flicked his tongue against me over and over.

My hands gripped at his hair while the hot water splattered around us.

“No. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.” I breathed. My forgiveness was growing.

“Mmm.” He moaned as he sucked me back into his mouth while I rode his face with frantic force.

I glanced down at this amazing man before me as he knelt in the shower, steam cascading all around us and I realized how much I loved him.

How hard I had been falling. Why I was so angry with him when he went out on his own. Why all of it mattered so much. I loved Crawford Hawkins.

I didn’t think this man knew what in the hell he was doing to me. Every single time he touched me, he took another piece of my heart and firmly stored it away. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if I knew how the hell he felt or where he thought this was going.

With all the stuff going on with Cameron we hadn’t had a chance to sit down and talk about anything and that worried me. What if we weren’t on the same page? What if tonight was the beginning of that? What if Hawk did everything on his own and couldn’t find a way to let me in?

I wanted to know him. I wanted this. I wanted him.

My hips jutted forward.

“Fuck, yes, baby. Yes,” he groaned against my pussy.

My head fell backward as I offered myself to him again. He was relentless, pushing my knees wide.

His tongue darted while his fingers pushed inside me. Twisting and pumping tighter and faster. Harder and deeper.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m coming,” I cried.

With one powerful lick he sent me over the edge. My body convulsed and quivered. I gasped for breath. I searched for gravity. But I was floating in a blissful haze.

Hawk’s eyes locked on mine. He lowered my feet to the tiles, where the hot water pooled at my toes. He kissed my stomach and then each nipple, drawing closer to my lips.

“I love you, Mia.”

I gasped. “Oh, God.”

“I do. I’m sorry I screwed up. But damn, I’m so in love with you.”

My arms wrapped around his neck. “I love you too. So much.”

“I didn’t mean to be a dick.”

I kissed him tenderly, tasting the soap and traces of myself on his lips. “I know. Don’t leave me out next time.”

“I won’t.”

He picked me up, cutting off the water with his free hand. He grabbed up two towels on his way out of the shower. “I bought you another early Christmas present.”

“You did?”

He nodded. “Mmhmm. This one has two settings. I think you’ll like it. And I swear it’s whisper quiet.”

My body tingled. “What every girl wants for Christmas.” I giggled.

“As long as my girl wants it, that’s all I care about.”

“I love you, Hawk. Now take me to bed and fuck me with everything you have.”

He laughed loudly. “Done, baby. You don’t have to say that twice.”