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She stared at her shaking hands. “Yep. A few minutes,” she repeated. “Thank you.”

“Of course, Laura. I told you I would keep you safe.”

She shook her head. “No, this was beyond keeping me safe. You covered my body with yours. You could have been shot.” Laura reached for me frantically as if she needed to touch me, to make sure I wasn’t hurt. “Thank you.”

“I would do anything for you.”

She cupped my face and brushed her lips gently against mine. “Thank you.” Her hands shook against my face, and I gripped her wrists. “There are other ways we can work through this adrenaline, right?”

My lips curled into a smile, and even though nothing was settled between us, I couldn’t deny myself another minute from tasting her sweet mouth. My lips crashed down on hers and I held her face in my hands, savoring every swipe of my tongue across her lips while she whimpered with pleasure. She gasped and my tongue slipped between her soft lips. I moaned when our tongues touched, and her mouth opened wider. I deepened the kiss, intensified this blistering connection that arced between us like a live wire.

I devoured her mouth because I had to, because I couldn’t go slow, not where this woman was concerned and not after the night we’d had. It was fun and exciting. It was thrilling. And kissing her right now, the way she clung to me and moaned into my mouth? Fantastic.

My hands roamed her body, hungry to find bare skin, but she was covered all the way up. “Fuck.” I began tearing at her clothes, eager to get her naked. Eventually, she was blissfully bared to my gaze. “Fucking beautiful.”

She let out a shuddery breath and smiled. “Right back at you, Hawk.” She gripped my hair in one hand and pulled me close, using her other to tear off my clothes until we were both in the kitchen, naked and hungry and panting.

“Lay back,” I told her, and put her feet on the counter so her slick pussy was open to me. I slid a finger down her slit and slipped it inside. “So fucking wet for me.” I pumped one finger in and out of her while she moaned and writhed, begged for release.

“Hawk, please.” She moaned those two words over and over while I extended her pleasure, pumping in and out of her body while her arousal coated my finger. “Yes!”

“You’re so close and I need to be inside you to feel that sweet cunt squeezing and dripping all over my cock.” I couldn’t wait another minute.

“God yes,” she cried out as I entered her in one long, slow stroke.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” My hips pounded into her hard and fast, the focus solely on her pleasure, which would trigger my own. “Laura,” I shouted, and fucked her with everything I had, changing the pace and the intensity to push us closer and closer to the edge.

“Hawk, yes! Please!” Her nails raked down my arms and her legs locked around my waist while her hips met me stroke for stroke. “Oh fuck.” Her walls fluttered around my cock as her pussy flooded with desire.

She was close. “Come for me, Laura. Drench my cock in your orgasm.”

“Dirty,” she groaned as her lips curled into a sultry grin. “I like it.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re a dirty girl.” I gripped her tits in my hands, kneading them while I fucked her deeper and deeper. “Now give me what I want.”

Seconds later she had my cock in a vise grip, clamping down hard until she milked my cock completely dry. “Hawk, oh my fuck, yes!”

“Laura,” I roared as my cock exploded inside her, coating her insides until it ran between us. “Fuck.” My cock continued to spill into her until my legs trembled and my vision blurred.

“That. Was. Fantastic.” She was smiling and breathless as she stroked my hair with one hand and my jaw with the other. “Wow.”

“Feel better?”

She nodded and then froze. “If I say no, will you work really hard to make me feel better?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and it was so fucking good to see her smiling instead of looking afraid that I knew I’d fuck her all night if it kept that smile on her face.

“I’ll fuck you anyway, but I need to know the truth.” My gaze searched hers and she nodded.

“Yeah, better about the whole guys with guns shooting at us thing.” Her smile was shaky, but the longer she held it, the stronger it became. “I’m getting there,” she amended.

“Good enough.” I picked her up. “Round two in the bedroom.” Nothing was solved, not with Los Ochos and whoever else was fucking with me, and definitely not with Laura.

But for now, it was enough.

It was more than enough.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Laura

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