Page 101 of Damaged Protector

Finally pulling back, he flashed me a cocky half-grin. “Now that was a proper goodnight kiss.”

“I disagree,” I told him, earning me a scowl. “That was the most improper kiss I’ve ever had.”

He laughed and pressed a softer kiss against my lips before closing his eyes. We lay like that, breathing each other’s air until I heard him whisper, “Why does it feel so good with you?”

I didn’t have an answer for that because I was as confused by this intense attraction as he was. So I wiggled against his erection and asked, “You want me to take care of that for you?”

Hawk’s eyes popped open and burned into me as his body tautened. “I can’t think of anything I’d want more,” he told me, his voice a low, vibrating timbre that seemed to have a direct line to my vagina.

“Can… can I not be on my knees? I’m afraid it would bring back…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

A softness took over his face, and he released my hands and rolled us so I was on top of him. “Baby,” he crooned, pulling my head into his neck as he stroked his hands gently up and down my back. “This isn’t something you need to do for me, okay? I don’t expect you to.” He kissed my temple.

God, he was so different from Curtis. Sure, Hawk was dominant, bossy, and aggressive, but he was also a giver.

I lifted my head and propped my chin on my hands. “I want to. I want to feel you in my mouth.”

His jaw tightened even as one of his hands tenderly cupped my face and his thumb feathered over my bottom lip. “God you turn me on with those dirty words coming out of your pretty little mouth.”

“And not to sound demanding, but I have another request.”

Hawk’s lips curved up into a sexy smile. “Anything.”

I inhaled and blew out a nervous breath between pursed lips before blurting, “I don’t want you to come in my mouth. Is that okay? I know that’s probably how you like to do it.”

The backs of his fingers rubbed a soft trail down my cheek. “Listen to me, Bee. You never have to do anything you don’t want to. Yes, I’m dominant when it comes to sexual stuff, but you have the final say.” His eyes twinkled. “I guess you could say it’s sucker’s choice.”

I laughed as relief flooded through me. “Okay, other than that, you can come anywhere on me you want.” Flashing him a flirty wink, I said, “Suckee’s choice.”

“Your tits,” he said without pause, pushing me up and eagerly untying my robe. “I love your fucking tits.”

The silky material hit the floor a second later, and Hawk’s big hands enveloped my breasts over my top. “They’re small,” I argued, but he shook his head.

“Doesn’t matter. They’re so perfectly round, and your nipples love to point at me like they know who will treat them with the respect they deserve.”

I laughed at his silliness. He was usually quieter around his friends, the big, broody guy in the background who would crack a joke occasionally, but otherwise silently took in everything around him. But with me, he was different. Lighter. I didn’t know what that meant, but I couldn’t say I didn’t like it.

Emboldened, I circled my hips over the bulge beneath me. “Would you like to look at them while I suck you?”

He reached for my shirt, and it joined my robe on the floor a split second later. Hawk groaned. “Goddamn, I love looking at you.”

I scooted down his body and reached for the waistband of his shorts. Once I had worked them down his legs and tossed them aside, I was faced with… that.

“Wow. Okay,” I muttered, staring down at the thick, hard length laying against cut abs. “It looks very… mean.”

Hawk chuckled and lifted my chin until our eyes met. “I can assure you he’s very friendly.”

That made me giggle. He always had a way of shooing away my unease with a few simple words.

“Well, I do enjoy making new friends,” I replied, reaching out to trace a finger along the engorged veins on the surface. His breathing picked up at that simple touch, and it made me want to do more.

Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I lifted his dick and saw that there were four silver metal beads surrounding the crown. “Do these hurt?” I asked, circling one with my thumb without touching it.

Hawk folded his hands behind his head, putting those massive biceps on full display. He was so damn big and sexy. “When I got them, yes, but not now. It’s called a magic cross, and it’s actually two barbell piercings.”

“Magic, huh?”

“Yes, because I can hit all the sweet spots with at least one of the beads, no matter which position I’m in.”

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