Page 33 of Speed Trap

“Take this off,” I rasped, hating how weak—faint—my voice sounded. “Please. I want to touch you.”

Hawk smiled, kneeling back onto his heels and shucked his tee over his head. He watched my gaze take him in, feast on the sight of carved muscle that gave his body a ripped and dangerous appearance. A deep vee disappeared into the waist of his jeans. I reached for him, but to my surprise, he caught my hand, drawing me up from my bed.

“Shower,” he supplied, tugging me along with him. “Come on, Panda Princess. Where is it?”

I laughed, angling him in the right direction.

The door closed behind me and I found myself pinned to it.

His hands traveled to the hem of my shirt as he devoured me, kissing me hard enough to bruise. I couldn’t breathe but I wouldn’t have cared if I'd fallen.

My hands went on a little tour of their own as he tugged my shirt over my head to land on the floor. My bra followed it in quick order. I ran my hands down those washboard abs, flicked at the button of his jeans. Those disappeared and I peeled my own off while Hawk leaned into the shower to turn on the water. He turned back to me hard and naked, and my mouth watered.

A finger tipped my chin back, and he was right there in front of me. I wound my fingers around his length as I stared into his eyes, tremors of pleasure ghosting through my system, awakening every nerve ending with a shock that lit my body on fire.

“Fuck, Sunny.” Hawk braced his hands on the door either side of my head, his gaze locked on mine as he filled my hand.

I stroked the length of him, brushed my thumb over the tip of him to earn a gasp, grazing my fingertips over his clean shaven balls when I reached the base of his cock. His girth filled my palm perfectly as I found a firm rhythm.

He surged into my hand, his hips thrusting forward until he knocked my arm away and crowded my space against the door. “I want to feel every curve, every inch of you pressed to me. But first.” He tapped my hip where the lace of my black thong sat snug against the curve there and traced the thin fabric’s path. “This needs to come off.”

My breath halted altogether.

Hawk gave me a slow smile. His finger traced the thong from my lower back between my cheeks to slide over my asshole to my pussy. One finger, curved against my body, that gave me an overwhelming collection of sensations running over me so fast that I couldn't tell one from the other. He drew me toward him, then slid his finger under the string, tugging the material up a little.

Already over-sensitized, I gasped at the added pressure, rocking my hips into his touch.

Hawk inhaled sharply and swore.

My thong disappeared and I found myself in the shower beneath the pummeling heat of the water and his brutal kisses. The world blotted out again as he pressed me back against the wall of the shower, his hand cupping my engorged mound. I gasped, lifting off my toes and into his touch, mumbling pleas for him to fill me. My palms flattened against the cold tiles, hot water cascading over us.

Hawk’s hair flattened over his temples, leaving him with a raw look that heightened my reaction to his touch. He ground the heel of his hand against my clit hard enough to tear a cry from my throat.

“Fuck, Princess. Give me all those little noises.” He spread his fingers apart, stroking the smooth, swollen skin beneath. “Damn, but you feel good.” His touch turned light as he stroked his fingertips along the puffy flesh either side of my pussy lips.

I moaned, clinging desperately to the slippery wall as my knees threatened to give out.

Hawk swore again and dropped to his knees. One hand splayed over my stomach, prevented me from falling, or retreating. The other caught the inside of my thigh, spreading my legs apart.

The first stroke of his tongue straight along my center left me gasping. He traced over the warmed skin, teasing and tasting, pinning me open to him.

I moaned and whimpered at his ministrations, gripping the hand that held me to the wall. Hawk’s eyes never left me as he sucked at the engorged, swollen flesh where he had pounded against me, soothing and teasing until I was a writhing mess above him.

“Sore, Princess?” He looked up at me. Water rained over his face, but he ignored it, holding my gaze.

“Tender,” I whimpered as his tongue went back to work, finding the sweetest spots and torturing me until I begged him to let me collapse.

His answer was to tighten his hold on my body while he sped everything up, each flick of his tongue, each suck and nibble.

I cried—real tears though the water washed them away—as I came, my body wracked with shudders while he drew the orgasm out.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled, rising to pull me into his arms.

My legs trembled as I stepped into him, slipping in the water that ran over my feet. He caught me, crushing my body to his. Everything about him I thought I’d known had been wrong. This man was everything I needed, even if I’d only have him for today. That was all. It had to be enough.

I got the impression KC Hawking was the kind of addiction I couldn’t afford.

His mouth claimed mine in a deep, rough kiss. My world narrowed to just us, and no one else.

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