Hawk didn’t have to convince me or even seduce me. But I didn’t want to tell him that. Everything he said on the living room floor was exactly what I wanted to hear. There was a throbbing ache inside me. It had started the night in the bar when we had been interrupted and had grown to epic proportions every time I saw him.

Tonight. Finally, tonight I would be healed.

He pushed open the door with his foot. The room was dark. He set me on the floor, and I tried to adjust to the lack of light when I felt his rough hands on the front of my blouse. He unbuttoned the shirt and carefully slid it off my shoulders. My bra was unclasped and on the floor in seconds.

He worked methodically, doing exactly what he said he would do. He reached behind me, finding the zipper on my skirt and tugged until the fabric fell from my hips. I shivered when his thumbs hooked under the band of my panties and dragged them over my legs and to my ankles. I stepped one foot and then another without saying a word.

I walked to the bed and laid back on the cool comforter. I felt as if I were in a trance. Some kind of sexually charged dream. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I couldn’t believe I would walk out the door either. He offered me something I wanted. Something I needed. Something I craved.

I heard Hawk breathe heavily as he crawled toward me.

I gasped when I felt his hands yank my feet to his shoulders, but the alarm turned to bliss when I felt his tongue dip between my folds.

I grabbed at his hair, searching for more of a connection.

He sucked harder, the more I tugged and then he plunged inside me. I bowed off the bed, lost in pleasure.

“Oh, Hawk,” I whispered.

He dipped and swirled. Flicked and pumped and then I felt the width of his fingers slide inside me and I screamed out from the intensity.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he growled in the dark.

And that’s when I knew I wanted more than this. I wanted all of him. His cock. His body gliding into mine with primal force and possession.

But my thoughts turned to passion as he flicked my clit and clamped against it with his hot mouth. I couldn’t stop the building tightness in my core.

My hips lifted, shamelessly grinding against the roughness of his face. His stubble burned into my thighs.

“Fuck,” he growled, spurring me on.

And then the avalanche grew. I cried and whimpered. I twisted and bucked. I came hard. Harder than I ever had. Hawk pried at my entrance, thrusting another finger inside me and I screamed.

“Jules, I want to bend you over and fuck you so hard right this second that you can’t remember another man you’ve ever been with.” I sucked in a breath at the abrasive way he spoke to me. Part of me wanted to slap him across the face, while the other part of me wanted him to keep going.

I’d never wanted everything so dirty at once. I’d never wanted a man like the way I wanted Kane.

Another orgasm was starting to ripple and I wasn’t so sure it wasn’t purely from the dirty words pouring from his mouth. I whimpered.

“I want you on your knees with my cock sliding in your mouth. I want to see your beautiful red lips wrapped tight around me and as I pull your head back and forth along the length of my hard swollen dick.” He paused. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t think of anything else,” he groaned.

“I’m going to come again.” I panted as the wave rushed through my body and I lost control of the surges pumping through me. My head fell to the side as my body soared with tingles of pleasure.

His tongue flicked over my nub and I didn’t think I could take anymore. Two and I was already spent. Exhausted from the emotional night. Sated from the orgasms. Wasted from this kind of drunkenness.

“I-I can’t, Hawk.”

His mouth latched over my entrance and I whined, trying to reposition myself, but he was strong and persistent. His tongue forged inside me and I clenched against him, relentlessly riding his mouth. My hips bucked higher than before. My body betrayed me in the worst way.

“Fuck me, baby,” he ordered.

I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I dug my nails into his shoulders as the final orgasm ripped me into remnants of myself. He lifted me off the bed. And I felt as if I were flying. Soaring off a cliff. Diving into the deep end. Lost in Hawk.

I shuddered as I came over and over.

“Please,” I begged. “Please.”

As the last pulse shook me, Hawk lowered me to the mattress.

He kissed the inside of my thigh before moving me under the covers. I was limp and useless. I heard his clothes hit the floor and then he climbed in behind me, wrapping me toward his chest. Under any other circumstances I would have made a move, but I was in sexual nirvana. A state where my body couldn’t move.

His hand moved over my stomach and I flinched when his hand slid between my legs and settled over my swollen pussy.

I’d never felt so safe and protected.

I tried to speak. “Hawk …” My words were slurred.

“Hmm?”

“I want you too.” It was the last thing I said before I fell into the deepest sleep of my life.