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The orgasms were amazing. I was surprised each time I had one. They made me feel a way I’d never felt before. Sex had always been good, satisfying, but never had it made me feel worthy, or special.

Hawk’s hands were my favorite part of him, surprisingly enough. He had this talent of making me feel whole and fragile at the same time. When I showered, I noticed little bruises on my hips due to how hard he gripped my waist. When I pointed them out, he dropped to his knees in the shower and slowly kissed each mark.

My entire body froze.

There was something about seeing a man as strong and as masculine as Hawk on his knees before me, kissing my body like he might kiss the floor of a holy place. He locked eyes with me, his blue irises hazy and dark. I could tell he was ready for another go, but he was drawing me out, waiting to see what I would do.

I swallowed. I was used to being in charge but Hawk made me weak and unsure. I would never admit it, especially not to him, but I was tongue-tied around him. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore.

His hands caressed my hips as he stood and stepped behind me. I could feel his cock against the curve of my ass, ready for another go. His hands found my hip bones and tightened. I winced because of the recent bruising, but the pleasure I knew would come from that territorial grip overwhelmed my senses.

Hawk only released my hips to push me forward. I grabbed the tiled wall in front of me, maintaining my balance. He gave me no warning when he slammed his cock inside of me.

I let out a grunt of pleasure. My pelvis was sore from how many times he’d been inside me within the last twelve hours, but I yearned for more. I didn’t want to give him up. Even when this whole wedding debacle was over and there was no reason for me to be down here, I would crave Hawk. I would crave his mouth, his cock, and those hands.

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He came inside of me after I climaxed again. It was almost painful now, as though my body was punishing me for too much pleasure in such a short amount of time.

By the time he finished, I was spent. I clung to the wall like a lifeline, knowing if I let it go, I would sink to the floor. I didn’t know how he knew, but Hawk could sense my weakness as well. His grip on me tightened only so I could get some form of stability. Turning my hips, he moved me until I faced him before sweeping me off of my feet and carrying me bridal-style out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and placed it over my body, which I was grateful for. I needed to dry off.

“You look exhausted,” he murmured. “I think it’s time we finally call it a night, wouldn’t you?”

I wanted to argue with him. I wanted to put up a fight, but my eyelids descended and slumber tugged me into its arms.

I didn’t know how long I slept, but by the time my body naturally began to stir, the sun was already trying to steam through the curtains and the strong scent of bacon filled my nostrils. My mouth watered and I had yet to even open my eyes.

I sat up, stretching, completely naked. When I finally rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I looked to find Hawk in a pair of jeans and nothing else, sitting at a small table with two plates of food, two cups of coffee, and two flutes of orange juices, possibly mimosas, waiting.

I blinked, smiling.

I pulled myself off the bed, letting his eyes feast on my naked body before grabbing his shirt from the floor and pulling it over my body. I also managed to find my underwear and slid those on as well before joining Hawk at the table.

“What’s this?” I asked him, raising a curious brow.

“You said I could buy breakfast,” he pointed out. He gestured with his hand. “This is breakfast.”

We sat in easy silence. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Besides his muscled brutality, there was something about a man in jeans with bare feet. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it was sexy and vulnerable and masculine all at the same time. Hawk was a wizard when it came to such contradictions.

By the time we finished, I realized that I could picture myself spending my Sunday afternoons like this. A late breakfast, mimosas with fresh strawberries, clothes from the night before. I could be okay with a life like this.

Hawk was doing strange things to me, strange things to my heart. Falling in love with him would not only be easy, but it would be a natural consequence of being around him. Maybe that was what I wanted. Maybe I wanted to let myself fall for him. Maybe I wanted to let myself trust him. I already knew he kept his word. That much was clear based on the amount of orgasms I’d had over the weekend, but I wanted him to promise me more, more than just the physical. I wanted the emotional, romantic stuff. I sighed.

“What is it?” he asked, perking his brow.

The problem was, I didn’t necessarily want him to know that I wanted that just yet. And worse than that, I didn’t think he wanted it at all.

“We should probably check out,” I told him.

His eyes dimmed for a brief moment before nodding his head. “You’re right,” he agreed.

A couple of hours later, we reached the dock. I could see his boat from where I parked and felt my heart twist at the prospect of being apart from him, but I needed to let him go…at least for now. I had a lot of things to figure out, and I was sure he did too.