Page 34 of Speed Trap

He turned my back to him, one arm wrapped around my chest for support. His other hand grabbed a squirt of soap he spread over my breasts, rubbing and tugging, twisting the sensitive peaks that remembered his touch of last night. I laid my head back onto his shoulder, barely able to catch my breath.

His cock pressed between my cheeks as he washed my body. I took the soap offered to wash my face.

“Better?” I sensed the smile behind the word.

“Yes—ohh.”

His fingers slipped between my legs, sweeping over the entrance to my pussy. I clung to the arm wrapped between my breasts as he surged against my ass, rubbing himself against me. He collected my arousal, my legs slick with it to trace tiny circles around my clit, spreading me open with two fingers to tease the delicate bundle of nerves.

I jerked at the contact, but that only pressed his cock harder between my ass cheeks.

“This is gonna be quick, Sunny. I can’t—” His voice strained and he cursed, his weight pushing me forward. His fingers worked fast over my clit as I writhed against him, the pleasure overbearing, too painful.

Lines of pleasurable sensation merged, throwing me into a pit of need that turned me into a creature seeking its own continual high. He flicked my clit faster and faster until I slammed forward with the force of my climax, held up only by his arm securing me to his chest.

Hawk gripped my hips tight, thrusting hard against my lower back. He came with a groan, warmth spreading over my skin that the shower washed away in a moment. His body pressed seamlessly to mine, his heart pounded against my back, and I couldn't tell who held who up.

My tears mingled with the water cascading over us that washed away the evidence of our taboo moment that couldn’t be. I shuddered in his arms, clinging to him as I came down from the sort of high only he seemed able to provide.

He brushed my hair back, kissing the curve of my neck. That small touch alone sent ripples of pleasure rolling over me. Hawk straightened, drawing me tight against him as though desperate for his own anchor. He washed us both, located my shampoo and conditioner to wash my hair as well, massaging the gel into my scalp.

I held onto the wall and tried my hardest not to fall, though I suspected that I already had.

Too late.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

HAWK

HAWK

Sunny made bilinis stuffed with smoked salmon for breakfast.

“I’m never leaving,” I promised her as she reloaded my plate with a small, sweet smile.

“I might take you up on that,” Sunny said under her breath so low I wasn’t sure she meant for me to hear it.

A massive smile spread over my face and I narrowly avoided an exuberant fist pump by stuffing my mouth. The plate emptied quickly, and I helped her wash up.

“Thank you.” I wound my arms around her waist, kissing along the back of her neck. “That was amazing. Like you.” She made little sighs when I reached the slope of her shoulder so I did it again, then bit down the tiniest bit.

The squeak I expected didn’t come out of her mouth, but a soft, low moan did.

My cock hardened against the curve of her ass and I pressed her forward against the bench. “Do that again and I’ll fuck you senseless right here.”

Sunny stilled in my arms, then let out a tiny sound I craved as I nipped along her neck. “The neighbors might complain.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the neighbors.”

“Good.”

I drew in a long breath, let my eyes fall shut to savor the moment and spun her around, kissing her soundly.

Sunny tugged up my shirt and slid her hands over my stomach.

Her very wet hands, full of soap and suds.

I yelped, pushing back from the counter but she came with me, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Minx,” I growled, catching the lobe of her ear between my teeth. She froze in place, her fingertips resting on my ribs. Very deliberately, she slid them lower.

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