Page 32 of Speed Trap

His fingers wound tight in my hair as he pulled my head back, and his body stilled above mine. My head moved with his hand, far enough that I arced off the bed seeking the contact I craved, but he was too far away for me to reach.

“Please, Hawk. Please—” I begged, mewled, anything. The man had reduced me to a whining hot mess and we hadn’t taken our clothes off yet.

“Yes?” His hips grazed over the spot where I needed the contact most.

“Please,” I gasped, digging my heels into his hips. My legs tightened around his waist, anything to bring him closer, closer to me.

Hawk’s smile deepened as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “Come for me, Princess.”

I whimpered, arching higher and he gave me the contact I sought for a brief moment.

That was all it took for my world to explode.

He cradled me against his chest as I gasped, whimpering through my orgasm, and clawed at his shoulders. I dug my fingers into the muscle beneath his t-shirt there, desperate to hold onto him, my anchor as the world dropped away.

His arms were tight around me, though he stared down at me with something akin to wonder in his dark eyes until my legs stopped shaking. “Better?”

“Better,” I whispered, unable to make any louder sound.

“Good.” He lowered his mouth to mine, brushing my lips with his, almost hesitant in his touch.

“I’m not going to break, Hawk,” I murmured. The soft sound became the faintest breath between us as his mouth descended on mine.

Hawk stole my ability to think.

His kisses were languid, lazy and slow as though he had all the time in the world to play. Each brush of his lips, every contact left me sated yet wanting more. His tongue stroked mine in an unhurried caress that melted any resistance inside me.

I whined when he broke the kiss, hating the sound.

He gave a dark laugh, pushing his hair back from his face with one hand. “Damn, Coops. I haven’t felt like that since I was a teen. I don’t remember the last time I made a girl come fully clothed, either.”

“Yesterday. Twice.” I groaned and closed my eyes.

“Is that so?” Amusement laced his voice, and I knew the knowledge I’d given him was dangerous in his hands, and would be used to my detriment at some point.

Likely somewhere public, knowing Hawk.

I started at the thought that Ididknow, or at least, I was beginning to know a bit more about him. Who Hawk was versus who he had to be every day for his job, not that the face he showed to the rest of the world.

And none of this would make a cent of difference if I didn’t deal with that contract, preferably sooner than later.

“Penny for your thoughts.” One knee pressed between my thighs, pushing them wider. His other leg trapped mine open.

I opened my mouth to argue, but all that came out was a soft, breathy moan. “My sister?—”

“Left the house over an hour ago. We slept through, Coops. Now, that little noise. Do it again.” A curious note entered his voice as he pressed his knee between my thighs again, his aim dead center.

I obliged, because there was nothing I could do to stop the sound escaping my lips.

“Perfect.” Satisfaction—victory?—entered his voice.

“You should?—”

“Shh, Coops. I’m learning things about you. And you’re going to show me everything I want to see.”

I fought it; I swore I did. But less than a minute later I arched off the bed as pleasure rolled over me in a tsunami of sensation that threatened to floor me if I wasn’t already on my back, beneath him.

And we were still fully clothed.

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