Tessa
My heart races, but not in fear.
Anticipation.
“This is how it’s going to go down,” he says as he locks the bedroom door. My eyes dart behind him. “We’re going to take this at your pace, Tessa. Do you understand?” I nod. He kicks his boots off then slowly approaches me. He takes my hand and I don’t flinch, which makes him smile. “Touch me.” He places my palm on his chest. I can feel the power of his heart as it beats against my touch. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about this? Tell me what you want.”
I close my eyes, trying to find the courage. “I’m scared.”
“I’m here.” He brings his hand up, and I feel his fingers at the nape of my neck. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.” I keep my eyes closed.
I feel his lips brush against mine. “Tell me, again Tessa.” The whisper of his voice sends chills down my body.
Pictures of the past float through my mind. Memories of the one night I had with him. The feel of his skin against mine, the look in his eyes as he pushed into me for the first time. Fear courses through my body; it trembles with both need and trepidation.
Without words, I tug at the hem of his shirt, bringing it up and over his head. I finally open my eyes and take in the smoothness of his chest. His muscles are more defined than when I last saw him. I hesitate for a moment, but then I run my hand over the muscles of his stomach. When my nails scrape along his skin, his muscles tense and he sucks in his breath. I bring my eyes to his. My Hawk. He smiles and gives a nod of his head. My fingers hit the top of the waistband of his jeans, and I stop. With trembling fingers, I try to unbutton the metal button of his jeans, but I’m not able to. I let out a shaky breath and bring my eyes to his.
“Tell me,” he pants.
“I…I want you.”
Without taking his eyes from mine, he places his hand over mine on his jeans, and he unbuttons them in one smooth motion. He takes my fingers in his and puts them on the zipper. My heart rate spikes and my mouth runs dry with the thought of what’s about to happen. “I got you, Tessa,” he says as we both work his zipper. “I’ve always got you, sweetheart.” As soon as his pants are undone, they fall away from his waist, sliding down his legs and pooling at the floor. I suck in a breath when I realize he isn’t wearing anything. When I hear him chuckle I look up into his eyes and swallow.
“Tell me,” he says again.
My tongue darts out and wets my lips. I take a deep breath and speak the words he’s waiting to hear. “Make love to me, Hawk.”
“My fucking pleasure.”
His lips fall to my neck, kissing upward, nipping at my ear. He groans as he continues to lick at my skin. My mind races as my heart beats frantically in my chest. I’m uncertain of what I should do, so I start to pull my shirt over my head, but he bats my hands away.
He pulls his lips from my skin and looks at me. “I’ve been waiting years to undress you again, Tessa.” His voice is thick with emotion. “Please, baby, don’t take that away from me.” When I nod, he smiles and pulls the fabric from my body. His eyes drop to my chest. “Fuck, I knew you weren’t wearing a bra,” he growls as his fingers bite into the flesh of my waist while his eyes roam over my body. He picks me up, tossing me softly onto the bed. I laugh, and it feels so good.
He shakes his head. “You have no idea how beautiful you are. Please don’t be afraid.”
“I trust you.”
In my twenty-seven years, I’ve seen one man, this man, naked. Back when we were teenagers I was more preoccupied with what was happening than to take in what he looked like. But then, when we were young, I’m not sure I would have been able to appreciate the vision that was before me. Not like today.
He crawls up my body, his eyes trained on me. “You have no idea how much your trust means to me. It always has, Tessa. I need you to know that.” He brings his lips to mine, in a soft motion. His tongue plays with mine, relaxing my body with every stroke. I run my fingers through his hair as he continues to kiss me. His fingers break the barrier of my skirt, pulling it from my body. When the realization hits that I’m naked under this man, my body tenses.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m rolled from my back, and I’m now sitting on top of Hawk’s lap. I gaze down his body and my stomach flips. Beyond my pebbled nipples I can see his cock pressed against his stomach. My body starts to shake with nerves, and my courage begins to fade. I can’t do this. There’s no way I’ll be able to go through with this. What was I thinking? I’ll never be able to do this. Not after—
“Tessa.”
My name on his lips brings my attention back to him.
“Tell me.”
“I’m scared.”
He brings his hand to my face and rubs his thumb along my cheek. “Baby, look at me.” I bring my eyes to him and see nothing but love in the blue hues I adore so much. “Tessa.” He groans as I feel his shift beneath me.
His fingers pull at the back of my neck as he brings my mouth to his. With my lips only inches from his, he stops and looks at me. “I’ve got you. It’s me, and baby, I’m so fucking hard for you. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I’ve wanted you. Fuck that. It’s not a want. It’s a fucking need, and Tessa, right now, I need to feel that pussy wrapped about my dick, and you’re going to be the one to do it.”
He shifts slightly, allowing more room between his body and mine. I feel his hand on mine as he takes it and guides it to his dick. “You’ve got this,” he tells me as he wraps my fingers around his shaft. I suck in a breath at the feel of him. He feels like silken steel beneath my grip. My eyes close, giving myself a second to take in the moment. I can do this. I open my eyes and give him a smile. My hand twitches and I slightly squeeze him. His head fall back and groans in desire, so I gather up the courage and move the tip of his dick to my opening.
Without any more hesitation, I make my move.
“Fuck,” he growls when he feels me slide down his thickness. “Tessa,” with his eyes tightly shut, he moans my name. “Goddamn, you feel so good.” He grabs my hips. He lifts his head and stares at me. “You were made for me, baby.” His head drops back onto the pillow. “Ride me.” He grabs my hips and pulls and pushes until I get the rhythm he and I both need.
Sitting up, he goes in deeper, and I groan as my head falls back. I brace my hands behind me on his thighs, and I move, riding him. He feels so good. “Hawk.” His name falls from my lips, over and over. I feel him shift, making my head snap up. When I feel the slight nip of his teeth against my nipple, my orgasm rolls through my body. My pussy clenches around his cock making him moan against my skin.
“Goddamn, so good,” he says around my flesh as his hips thrust up until he grunts and stills inside of me. He looks up, my breast still in his mouth. He winks then lets go of my nipple with a ‘pop’ and a smile.
I can’t help but laugh, chasing my nerves away. I take a shuddered breath, “I did it.”
“You did it.” He leans up and kisses my lips. “As much as I’d love to keep you like this, my cum is starting to leak and run down my ass crack, and that’s not a good feeling.” My eyes widen, and before I can panic, I feel his arms squeeze around me. “Don’t start with the thoughts. I would never put you in danger, Tessa. Never in my life have I been with any bitch unprotected.”
My shoulders sag in relief. “Okay,” I tell him. When I try to pull my body from his, he only tightens his hold.
“I’d never break your trust, baby. Never.” His lips brush against mine, ending the argument and putting my worries aside.