Page 47 of Taming Hawke

I sip on my juice and watch as he rubs his chest. “That burns,” he says, his jaw tight.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah, thanks, baby,” Hawke replies and smashes his lips to mine. I taste the alcohol on his tongue and suck on his bottom lip, loving his sudden intake of breath when I do.

“You want another?”

Hawke shakes his head. “I’m good.”

I look ahead at the rows of chairs and notice Jasmine and Quill sitting four rows in front of us. Their heads are leaning against one another, and his arm is draped across her shoulders. “Aren’t they just the cutest couple,” I say to Hawke, and he grins.

“Not as cute as you.”

“Whatever,” I state, rolling my eyes.

His eyes turn hungry. He’s thinking about something. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Do you really want to know?”

Do I?

“Um, yeah, I really do.”

His eyes go dark, and he huskily whispers, “I have something with me in my bag.” He looks down at his feet where his small duffel bag is stowed.

My eyes widen. Could it be?

“You didn’t, did you?”

Hawke chuckles and I know I’m right. I begin to throb between my thighs when I think about him inserting it into my butt. I’ll admit it turns me on. I never thought I could receive such intense pleasure from it, but I did last night, and I want it again.

My tongue sneaks out to wet my dry lips, and Hawke’s eyes focus on it.

“Excuse me, miss.” Hawke grabs the attention of Cynthia as she’s walking past. She eagerly stops to help him.

“Yes, sir, how can I help you?” I look at Hawke, wondering what he wants.

“How long till we take off?” he asks.

She looks at her watch. “About ten minutes. Can I get you another something?” she asks, and Hawke smiles up at her.

“No thanks, darlin’, we’re good.”

As soon as she leaves I nudge his shoulder. “You were flirting with her.”

Hawke narrows his eyes at me. “Me? Flirting with her? Why on earth would I do that when I have all I want right here?”

“Well, she wants you, that’s for sure,” I say in a huff, and Hawke pulls on my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Baby, I don’t give a fuck what she wants. I want you, and you are all I will ever need. Now, I’m going to go to the bathroom. I want you to meet me there in two minutes.”

“What? Why?” I’m confused as hell.

“Because, baby, I have something for you to wear.”

It hits me exactly what he has for me to wear. “You can’t be serious?” Shocked at what he’s got planned, I laugh nervously.

Hawke leans forward and grabs something out of his bag, shoving it awkwardly into a pocket in his jeans.

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