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“Which one is your room?”

I laughed as I pulled my mouth from his neck. It was nice to laugh during a sexy moment. I didn’t think that had ever happened to me before.

“I don’t officially have one,” I replied. “I’m staying in the guest bedroom which is to your right, first door.”

“Works for me.”

We resumed kissing as he effortlessly carried me down the hall and to the guest room. Somehow, Hawk didn’t miss a step. He didn’t bump into anything, didn’t trip.

As we moved, we removed articles of clothing and dropped them where we were at the time, like a sexy version of Hansel and Gretel leaving a trail of breadcrumbs out so they wouldn’t lose their way. I could only hope Max and Bodhi stayed away until I picked them up. Granted, the only article of clothing I had on was a towel while he just had jeans.

By the time we reached my bedroom, I was completely naked while he had on boxer briefs. I kept tugging at his golden hair. It reminded me of a lion’s mane, wild and masculine, solidifying his position of dominance. He didn’t advertise his life in the Marines but it was written all over his face.

Even as his hands squeezed my waist, I could feel the brutality in them. I knew he could kill me with his bare hands and walk away without a scratch. It made me feel wetter than I had been before, feeling the power and the control he had in his touch.

When we reach the bed, he all but tossed me onto the mattress. I let out a surprised squeal as I fell on to the bed and looked up at him with wide, bright eyes.

“One night,” he said.

I didn’t have to ask him for clarification of what he meant by that. I appreciated the fact that he didn’t give me a maximum number of how many times we could explore each other’s bodies in that night. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted him more than once, twice, three times. Hawk seemed like the kind of man with whom once just wasn’t enough.

I watched him as he looked down on me, his clear, blue eyes feasting on my naked body as though he had been hungry for a long time and was now finally going to eat. I let him stare without feeling any shame. I was proud of my body. All I really cared about was that he covered my body with hands, and that he took off his underwear before I ripped them down the seam.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked.

He let out an exasperated grunt. “So impatient,” he muttered. “Let me enjoy this.”

I felt my heart quicken at his words. Not because they were necessarily the sort of thing I wanted to hear just before I had sex, but because they made me feel special and I wasn’t used to feeling special.

Slowly, he proceeded to crawl onto the bed before covering my body with his. I could not help myself as my hands wound up and down his arms, feeling the way his biceps twitched beneath my touch. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as his eyes turned from light blue to dark, and finally a deep midnight shade. I could feel his heart racing as his penis pressed against my thigh. My hands dropped to his boxer briefs, and I slid the last remaining article of clothing from between us.

He kissed me ferociously, his hands clutching my waist like I belonged to him, like he had complete possession over my body, and I did not care what he did with it. I wanted him inside of me now, but he seemed determined to make me wait.

His mouth dropped from my lips to claim my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder. His hand cupped my breast, his fingers dancing on my nipple, causing it to marble. I felt myself groan at the effect he was having on my body, and I could feel him grin as he proceeded to kiss me lower…my rib cage, my navel, my hipbone.

When his mouth hit my core, I tensed. I let out a whimper. He expertly brought me to my peak with just his tongue, and I was embarrassed at how quickly I shattered on his face. He lapped me up, waiting until the sensation was too much and I had to push him away.

“Do you have…” I started to ask.

“Honestly?” His gruff voice cut me off. “I haven’t thought of having sex in a long time. I don’t have anything.”

I nodded. Without I word, I threw my body to the edge of the bed, not bothering to hide my exhaustion, before opening up my drawer and tossing him a condom. He smirked.

“Prepared?” he asked.

“I’m surprised you aren’t,” I replied, still breathless. “Mr. Marine.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he focused on slipping the condom on. When he finished, he crawled back on top of me, looking me in the eye.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked me.

“Listen to me,” I told him. “I think you’ll find I’m a woman who knows exactly what I want. And right now I want you, Logan.”

His eyes narrowed. “Say that again,” he growled.

“I want…”

“No.” He shook his head. “My name. Say my name.”

“Logan,” I said, my voice husky.

He thrust into me, causing me to grunt. I wrapped my legs around him and he held onto me tightly, as though he was afraid I was going to disappear.

I reached between us and let my fingers touch my clit, knowing the exact pressure and pace to use in order to get me off. His cock filled me up, reaching places nobody else had before.

God, I needed this.

When I reached my peak, I used my free hand to sink my nails into his flesh and screamed out his name. This seemed to trigger his own release, and he spilled himself into the condom, never losing pace for one second.

Finished, he collapsed on top of me.

I only let him have a few minutes of rest before I asked, “Are you ready to do it again?”