Page 92 of Torn In Two

But his brain and his upbringing making it impossible to open his mouth and give me the words I needed.

The moment drew out.

And then passed.

With what felt like superhuman effort, I pushed off his chest and backed away, out of the shower, pressing my lips together and nodding slowly.

“Chaos,” he groaned. “I…”

“You what?”

His fingers twitched like he wanted to reach for me, but at the same time, he shook his head.

Too bad.

But I wasn’t here to force him. Or to sort his head out.

I stripped my soaking shirt. Dropped it to the tiled floor along with the rest of my soaked clothes.

And left Hawk and his hard-on and his messed-up head alone.

29

KARA

Hayden prowled out of the bathroom dripping wet and without a stitch of clothing on, leaving Hawk behind, staring after him.

They hadn’t tried to hide anything from me. I’d seen and heard it all through the open bathroom door. Seen the way they’d touched. The chemistry between them and how close they’d come to kissing.

I saw the hurt in Hayden’s eyes when Hawk rejected him, even if he hadn’t let Hawk see it.

Hayden crossed the room to me, kneeling on the edge of the bed and crawling across it to where I lay beneath a thin sheet.

“He’s not ready,” I tried to explain, wrapping my arms around him, wanting to soothe away the hurt in his expression. “It’s not you.”

He kissed my lips, shutting me up. He kissed me deep, slowly lowering himself down on top of me until he was a delicious warm weight, one I couldn’t stop running my fingers all over.

“Tell me you want me, Kara. I need to hear you say it.” His voice was deep, sexy, practically a growl of need in my ear. “Tell me you aren’t scared when I touch you.”

Hawk might not have been able to get the words out, but his problems with Hayden weren’t mine. There were no easier words to say when the need for this man had never dimmed, never diminished, not once in the five years we’d been apart.

I’d always wanted him.

He’d always been my hero. My protector. The man who’d loved me without even knowing me, just as much as I’d loved him.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” I whispered to him as he lowered his mouth to my neck and kissed a steady path. “Dreamed of you wanting me the way I’ve always wanted you.” I caught his hand and brought it to my breast. “Touch me.”

He shuddered and slid his hand over the swell of my breasts, finding the nipple with two fingers and tugging on it deliciously while he devoured my mouth.

I wrapped my leg around his waist, drawing him into the opening of my thighs. Just like that night at his apartment, our bodies rolled together in unison, fitting together like we’d been made for each other. My heart pounded wildly behind my ribs, my blood starting up a slow beat that spiked with need when he put his hand between us to stroke my clit.

I’d already had multiple orgasms that night, each one mind-blowing in their own right.

Hayden seemed determined to make me have another, fingers slipping from my clit up inside me.

“You’re still full of his cum,” he whispered in my ear.

I blushed, trying not to moan when he expertly stroked my already sensitive G-spot. “I can have a shower.”

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