Page 94 of Wife Number One

But so was I. I didn’t want to lie. But I didn’t want to admit the truth either.

“I didn’t want to say no,” I finally whispered, swallowing hard.

Hawk froze. “What?”

The embarrassment and shame ate me alive. I couldn’t stand to be in the room a second longer. “I should go.” I needed to leave before I made a fool out of myself by crying.

But Hawk slowly shook his head. “No, Little Mouse. There’s no fucking way you’re dropping a bomb like that and then walking out of here. I’ve felt like a piece of shit all day, cleaning this fucking cabin from top to bottom as a penance for what I almost did to you, shopping at all these women’s stores where I was sorely out of place, and then you open those sweet fucking lips of yours and tell me you didn’t want to say no?”

“I’m married,” I murmured, no idea how else to explain my behavior.

“Like I fucking care.” He moved up the bed, and I scuttled backward until my spine hit the headboard. “Like I care about anything other than one, simple question.”

We were eye to eye. His warm breath coasting over my lips. His gaze dropped to my mouth and stayed there for an agonizingly long second before finally drawing back up.

“What?” It was almost more of a breath than a word, but suddenly it was the only sound I could make.

“I need to know if you didn’t say no because you just wanted to please me. Or did you not say no because you liked what I was doing to you?”

I should have denied it. Should have told him that the Lord punished those who went outside their marriage for personal gratification.

And yet, Hawk’s expression demanded truth. He was so close, he was all I could see. And every part of me was burning with a fire I didn’t know myself capable of.

“Tell me the truth, Little Mouse. I’ll know if you’re lying. Did. You. Like it?”

He pushed me back on the unmade bed, so I was laid out flat on my back. With his knees either side of my thighs and his weight braced on his arms, he hovered over me. Not touching me, though my skin tingled with awareness at how close he was.

Tingled with the memory of what he’d felt like nestled in behind me, his dick pressing between my legs, searching for an entrance while his fingers worked my clit in a maddening rhythm.

Slowly, he lowered himself on top of me, giving me every opportunity to stop him.

Just like that morning, I said nothing.

He was hard behind his gray sweatpants. He rubbed his erection against my skirt, letting me feel every inch of him though the fabric kept us apart. Behind the thin T-shirt, my nipples went hard from the friction of his chest on mine.

I gave up a tiny mewling sound that he breathed in like it was oxygen.

His nose ran the length of my neck and up to my ear. His lips brushed my cheeks when he whispered, “You did nothing wrong. You have nothing to apologize for. I was the one who was out of line. It’s me who needs to apologize. But, Kara?” His mouth was on my neck. “I’ve never been much good at words.”

His lips caught the sensitive spot beneath my ear, and he sucked my skin in a way that sent a sharp ripple of pleasure through me, so fast and unexpected I gasped at his touch.

“But I need yours. I need you to tell me you want me to put my fingers back where they were this morning.”

He moved his hand between us and touched his fingers to the sensitive spot at the top of my slit. I moaned, pressing back against his touch, increasing the friction, chasing the memory of the feeling he’d given me earlier.

He rubbed me through my clothes, murmuring his approval when my legs dropped open and he fit himself in between. “Words, Kara. Your body is giving me all green flags, but that isn’t enough. I need to know your head wants me as much as your sweet, wet pussy does. You’re wet for me, aren’t you, Little Mouse?”

“Yes,” I moaned, closing my eyes and jerking my hips with his touch, begging for more.

“Yes I can make you come? Or yes you’re wet for me?”

The feeling rocketing through my body took hold of my tongue. “Yes to both.”

A long time ago, I’d heard Rebel and her friends talk about orgasms. About how good “coming” felt. It wasn’t something I’d ever thought about though.

Not until Hawk was on top of me, fully clothed, and saying things that would surely get us both sent straight to Hell.

In the moment, I knew I didn’t care. His touch was the first nice thing I’d felt in so very long. It had the added bonus of focusing my attention down to that one point where he touched me. It was hard to think of anything else when his fingers were working my clit.

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