Page 136 of Wife Number One

I rubbed my thumb across his knuckles, tracing over an old scar that ran across three of them. “You aren’t embarrassed to be seen with me?”

He stopped. “What? No. Why the fuck would I be?”

I shrugged, pulling my jacket across my breasts and then glancing back at the group of women.

They were all watching.

I could practically imagine what they were thinking.

Hawk looked good. I’d thought he was attractive in dirty jeans, wifebeater T-shirts, and his club jacket. But he was a whole different sort of hot tonight. Tonight he didn’t only appeal to the women who wanted a bad boy.

Tonight he appealed to anyone with an X chromosome.

I was very much aware I was not the sort of person who would normally attract his attention.

The red-haired woman who’d first noticed him and was busy gossiping with her friends was probably exactly his type though. She was older than me, clearly more experienced, and definitely more confident. She watched us openly, and when he turned her way, she lowered her eyes to peep at him through her lashes.

I didn’t know how to do that. I didn’t know how to flirt or be cute and pretty. I didn’t know how to use makeup, and he hadn’t given me time to ring Rebel and ask her to come over with her case of foundations and mascara to help me.

He stopped walking and tugged me around to face him, sliding his hand from mine and circling it around my waist instead. He dipped his head, tilted it to one side, and laid his mouth on mine.

In an instant, every worry disappeared. They melted into the hold he had on me, and on instinct, I circled my arms around his neck, fingertips stroking the hair at his nape.

I forgot where we were. Forgot there were other people watching. I let my heart flitter away with my brain and Hawk kiss me until nice feelings replaced the doubts and worries.

He might not have been good with words, but the man’s actions told me everything he wanted me to know.

His tongue stroked against mine, and I joined him, needing more of his taste and more of the way he made me feel. I kissed him back, more familiar with him now after kissing earlier that day, but no less thrilled by the way his lips felt when they were on mine.

His hands slid to my ass. When he finally pulled his head back an inch, his lips hovering over mine, I was dizzy in a cloud of lust.

“We’re in public,” I murmured. But that was about as much complaint as I could put up when my brain was already thinking about ditching the movie and going home so he could do that again with no clothes on.

He grinned against my mouth. “Every time you let that bullshit self-doubt creep in, I’m going to kiss you like that. No matter who’s watching.” He rubbed his lips over mine. “And then I’m going to take you home and punish you, my way, for thinking so fucking little of me.” His warm breath misted over mine. “I don’t just want you in my fucking bedroom, Kara. I want you everywhere. If it wouldn’t get us arrested, I would have you up on that concession counter, your skirt around your waist, your pussy the only sweet thing I want to taste. All these people, especially those bitches staring at us, be damned. Let them fucking watch.”

He'd said it loud enough that everyone around us would have heard. There was no doubt in my mind that had been deliberate.

I didn’t even care. He was so attractive; he could have any woman he wanted. But he’d picked me, not just as his dirty little secret, but as something more. That knowledge silenced the memories of Josiah’s harsh, sharp words and the disgust I was so used to seeing when men looked in my direction.

All I could think about was letting him do exactly what he’d said on the counter back in my cabin. My knees went weak at the thought of my legs spread wide, his face buried between my thighs, his tongue licking through my center.

He’d push his fingers inside me like he had before, and my hips would rock until I was so wet I was dripping. Desire pulsed through me, hot and needy.

Wanting a man was an entirely new experience for me, and one I was quickly getting addicted to.

He winked at me. “Do you really want to watch this movie?”

I shook my head quickly. “Not at all.”

“You want to go home, Little Mouse? You want to go home and let me sink my tongue between your folds, finger you until you’re moaning, and then fuck you until you’re begging me to let you come?”

A beat pulsed between my legs, made all the stronger by the fact I was sure that woman could hear his dirty promises. My arousal soaked my panties, and an ache bloomed inside me so strong I knew I wasn’t going to make it home before I came. Everything between my legs throbbed, begging to be touched.

“I need a minute,” I whispered. “Just give me a minute to go to the bathroom.”

He grinned at me, like he knew exactly why I needed to go in there. He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “You going to put your fingers inside you? You gonna go hide in the bathroom and make yourself come because you can’t wait until I get you home?”

I opened my mouth to deny it, because that wasn’t something I ever did, but the thought left me panting. “Is that what you want me to do?”

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