Yasmine

 

“Whatever I want?” I asked.

“Yes.” There was a sweet tone to his voice. Sweet and goddam sexy. It put me on edge. Hawk in this mode would be my heart’s destruction. The look on his face was nothing like the way he’d looked at me earlier. Before, it had been teasing and mischievous. Now, he looked hungry and love sick.

My belly flip-flopped. 

“Let’s stop playing around and try this,” he said. “Try us.”

“Try us?”

“I’ll try to open my heart to you.”

Try? Is that good enough?

Maybe it would have to be. I didn’t know everything he’d been through, but him trying was better than him shutting himself away from me completely.

“It’s not like I want love,” I said. “I just don’t want to be a sex toy. An object that you can dirty up and discard when you’re done.”

“I would never do that you.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “What are we going to do, Cherry Bomb?”

“I’m thinking.”

“Maybe we think too much and should just do.” He bit his lip. “I thought about you that night after you left me. I painted you for the past days. I bet I’ll be thinking about you even more tonight and the night after and after. That’s all I have.”

“What do you mean that’s all you have?”

“Everything else I’m feeling, I can’t think of the words yet. They’re there, just not on my tongue.”

A deep tremor went through me, desire splintering through restraint. Although the wind blew through my dreadlocks, my body was warm from the fire rising within me. I couldn’t say a word.

“I won’t hurt you.” He backed up and grabbed my hand. “I won’t scare you again, either.” He guided me to the front of his car. “And

He leaned his head to the side. Moonlight slid across the dark layers of his hair.

“I’ll take it out of that safe,” he whispered. “I’ll give it to you.”

I swallowed, trying to get my words together. Days ago, I’d walked away from him, thinking that there would be no hope in us trying. Each time I slept, I dreamed about him. Each time I woke up, I thought about him, glancing out the window every few minutes to get a glimpse of his face.

And then Greg had showed up out of nowhere, freaking me the hell out. And then Hawk had appeared, beating the shit out of him.

Frankly, I was just in the moment, trying to take it all in and not lose myself in the insanity.

“You have nothing to say?” Kissing me, he wrapped his scent, his hard, muscular body around me. “Let’s try it. We would have fun.”

“I want to. I’m just a little scared.”

“It could be good. Fuck, Yaz.” He devoured my lips. “It could be more than good.”

I whispered against his mouth. “How good?”

“So good, you’d have a book to write and I’d have something special to think about in my worst times and paint forever.” He grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me up onto the hood.

I shrieked, and he captured me in his arms. I spread my legs, unable to control my body anymore. He was too close, and I wanted him. It was all I’d thought about for the past days. It was all that played in my dreams.

“Talk to me, Yaz.”

“I’m just trying to make sense of it all.”

“You need some convincing?” He pressed his erection between my legs. Even with his jeans on, I could feel the thickness between the material.

Before I could respond, he gently pushed me down and had me lying on the car.

“What are you doing?” I panted.

“You know what I’m doing.” Inch by inch, he lifted my dress up my thighs. “Instead of being an asshole to you in my studio, I should’ve tasted you.”

I shivered, stifling the moan that wanted to flee my throat.

“I should’ve licked that pussy all night. Fuck conversation.” He lowered, shoved my dress to my waist, and ripped my panties away.

Gasping, I tried to rise, but it was lackluster.

It didn’t matter anyway. Hawk spread my legs wider. Heat pulsed through my blood. Panting, I couldn’t even catch my breath. I looked above me as the stars sparkled and hovered over us. Next came the soft, searing touch of his lips. His mouth lingered, drifting to the inside of my thigh. “Damn, you smell so good.”

His warm breath skittered against my skin. He leaned further between my legs, the feel of his body heavy and sweet wherever it pressed.

Another kiss, higher, where the skin was more sensitive. Lusty sensations washed over me. Slowly, his hands eased beneath my panties and slid them down my legs. He moved higher, his palms sliding over my hips and stomach, his lips following and intensifying every sensation. “Can I have you?”

“Yes.” Gasping, I sank back, giving up on considering any logic. My body went weak.

In a haze of excitement and lust, I closed my eyes and drowned in intense pleasure of his touch. I wanted it so badly that nothing else mattered.

“I’m going to kiss your little pearl and show you how sweet my mouth can be.” With his hands and mouth, he made love to me.

 A dark current of desire rushed through me, dissolving my bones in liquid fire. He stroked my sex with his thumb.

The heat of his breath came next and then the pressure of his mouth opening against me…a hot stroke of his tongue, a gentle tug with his mouth. He lapped at my pussy in a perfect rhythm, teasing with luscious kisses to my clit.

“You’re wet for me.” He pulled my legs over his shoulders and licked between my folds, soft and provocative laps of hot velvet against my sensitive flesh. My chest heaved as he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, nudging my throbbing bud. I couldn’t deal with the pleasure of it all as I moved my hips.

“Hawk, please.”

He dined, sliding his tongue deep.

“Oh Hawk.” Uncontrollably, I tunneled my fingers into his hair and rocked into him, forcing his tongue deeper. Such a pro, he flicked my clit and made me groan even louder. My leg flexed against his back, urging him closer.

“Damn it, you taste so good.” Growling, he sucked my aching bud.

How?

It was the only word that kept running through my head. How did he know what would make me crazy? How did he know how to lick me just right and make me go wild? How could I ever walk away from him again?

My body shook.

He moaned. “How does it feel, baby?”

“So good. I’m going to come all over you.”

“Show me.” He rubbed his tongue over and over my pussy, working his mouth. His hands cupped my ass, caressing and urging me onto his tongue as he thrust it inside me. There was skill in the greedy way he owned me, and there was this unmistakable sense that he would worship me forever.

“Oh, fuck, Hawk.” The orgasm rose in my core.

“Cum for me, baby.” He circled my pussy with his lips, massaging the bud with the tip of his tongue.

“So close.” The orgasm roared through me in a sweltering wave.

“There we go.”

“Hawk,” I cried out, pumping my hips mindlessly into his mouth, lost to the primal connection between us. Hawk held me as my legs weakened, tonguing my quivering flesh until the last tremor faded.

Then he ripped open his jeans and freed the most gorgeous cock I’d ever seen. 

“Do you know how long I’ve been thinking of this moment?” He positioned that thick length at the opening of my sex.

“Wait.” I rose from the hood. “We need protection.”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath and dragged himself away. His muscles flexed as he rushed to the passenger side of his car and rummaged through it. A click sounded. It must’ve been his glove box. In seconds, he raced back like a mad man, tearing away the packet and putting the condom on in seconds.

“I’m glad I let Brett drive my car last night. Anytime he does, he leaves condoms inside.”

“Lucky us,” I whispered as I tried to pull up his shirt.

He stopped my hand. His gaze went intense as he captured my lips.

I wanted him inside of me. 

He wrapped his arms around me and cupped my ass, lifting me up a little and guiding his cock inside of me. The bulbous head kissed my lips and didn’t thrust further.

It wasn’t enough.

“Give it to me, Hawk. Now.”

His gaze seared my eyes. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I know.” I lifted my head.

“I’ll try.”

“I know.”

Our lips found each other. Our tongues tangled. And then he was pushing his cock inside, sinking down, deep into my body.

Jesus.

When he took me, he did it like no other. Sensually slow and dreamlike. Piercing me with his thickness and driving my orgasm over the edge. I rocked with him, humping as he thrust and stroked my insides.

Each plunge of his cock stripped me. My pussy clasped onto that meaty length, clutching him, never wanting to let go. Passion licked my clit, continuously fueled by that persistent thumb of his.

I whimpered as he shoved into me. My pussy battled with accommodating him.

“Goddamn, you feel so good.”

I met his powerful thrusts as he stroked with his thickness. The whole time, the car rocked under us. He rolled his hips and drove his cock into me harder. “You saved me.”

A shuddering moan left me. 

“Fuck, Yaz.” His head fell back as he gasped my name and drove us both toward ecstasy.

“Oh Hawk, I’m coming.”

“Yes, baby, cum for me.”

I came hard and then he shuddered against me, that huge body rocking around me as he continued to shock that length inside of me. “I’ll never get enough.”

 His cock jerked inside me. And then he let go of his control, hammering into me.

“Fuck,” I shrieked, orgasming again. Or it had never stopped. I was unprepared with what he would do to me. Now, all I could do was ride the pleasure until it stopped.

More sensations rocketed through. The world spun around us. My cries mingled with his loud, hoarse ones. His gaze burned molten with knowledge and satisfaction and promise.

“Yes, Yaz, yes,” he moaned.

I groaned in lust with him, falling over the edge with no intention of being saved. Together, we floated in hot passion, our moans filling the air. The car rocked as I fell back onto it and he lay on top of me. Our bodies molded together. We became one energy of erotic lust, exploding into each other. My head went dizzy. My heart hammered to the rhythm of our sensual movements.

Then we came together again, hard and groaning so loud I was sure everyone in the Keys heard us.

Never had I felt so blown away, so utterly consumed.

“I want more,” I whispered as we lay in each other’s arms, exhausted and full of pleasure.

“Good.” He kissed me. “I want more too.”