Page 22 of Snagged By Hook

Fuck.He wasn’t expecting Nova to say yes. As a matter of fact, he was damn near positive she’d reject him. He was thrilled as shit he was wrong.

Hook needed to talk to her about her ex and what June had told him, but he had to tell his Prez first. Especially if his suspicions had any merit. Either way, her ex needed to be handled, plain and simple.

That was a problem for later.

In the back of his mind, he knew she’d be cross with him for not telling her immediately. But the truth of the matter was, he wouldn’t have said anything to her until he told the club and had a plan first, so why ruin their night when his hands were tied?

That’s what he was telling himself anyway, even though, somewhere deep down, somewhere deprived of oxygen-rich blood in the moment, he knew she’d likely see it as a betrayal.

Hook was marveling at how fucking perfect she looked with his hand on her throat and her eyes shooting all kinds of promises of pleasure at him. She was absolutely stunning.

“Gorgeous.” He breathed again. Her eyes widened a fraction. “We need to talk.”

Even though he couldn’t give her details, he needed to tell her something, anything. Give her a heads up, or, shit, he didn’t know. Hook just knew if he didn’t at least try to say something, it might fuck things up with her. When he realized how true that thought was, it caught him off guard.

Hook’d lived his life by the old adage better to ask forgiveness than permission, but his gut told him that’s not how it worked if one wanted a relationship. Not that he’d even been in one before, but he wanted to be with Nova. He’d be damned if she was a one-and-done. Nova could be his everything—he felt that in his bones. Hell, he was ready to dive into the deep end with a ready-made family if she’d let him.

For that reason alone, he’d uttered those four fatal words:we need to talk.

Nova refused them. “No. No talking, Hook. I want this. I want you.”

“But—”

“No buts. It’s not gratitude.” Her voice was husky and made his dick hard. But the reminder that she owed him, at least in her mind, chapped. He tightened his grip just a fraction. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, and he damn near lost it. He wanted to tell her she didn’t owe him a damn fucking thing, but she spoke first.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything, Hook. It’s just one night.”

That was the one thing she could’ve said to make him lose control. All thoughts of talking flew out the fucking window, except proving her wrong.

“The fuck it doesn’t.” He tightened his hold even more, pushing her to her limit. He leaned in close to her ear. “It means something, Nova. It means a whole hell of a lot. It means you’re mine.”

He bit her earlobe before releasing his hold and gently shoving her away. “Strip, or I’ll do it for you, and trust me, babe, you don’t have the wardrobe budget for me to do it my way.”

Stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest, Hook watched as she did as she was told. Fuck if his dick didn’t get just a little bit harder at her blind compliance.

Once she was bared to his gaze, he held his breath. She was more perfect than he’d imagined. And he had imagined it many, many times. He had security cameras in most parts of his apartment, and it was all he could do not to creep on her when he was alone at the clubhouse. He didn’t, but he’d been tempted every hour of every day.

“Bed.” He choked out the word, reduced to one-word sentences by her perfection like a simpleton.

She climbed on the bed.

A groan crept up his throat at the sight of the shiny lines on the outside of her hips. Something about that turned him on even more. Maybe it was because it was proof of how she’d grown the kid he already considered his own, or maybe it was because it confirmed she was human and not some goddess out of his reach. Either way, all the things most women thought were unattractive were some of his favorite things. His kryptonite.

While he was lost in watching the play of her muscles as she moved up his mattress, she’d gotten way too far from his mouth. Stepping to the foot of the bed, he snapped his fingers and pointed to the bottom edge.

Yes, he’d regressed to primitive behavior because he was afraid even one-word sentences were now beyond him. His hard-earned control was fucking toast.

Again, like a perfect fucking angel, she complied as if she could read his mind and knew exactly what his monkey-level communication meant.

He stared, transfixed on her glistening pink lips, as she scooted her ass to the edge of the bed. Leaning over her, he stretched to reach a pillow and tossed it on the floor between her feet.

Hook dropped like a stone onto his knees while tucking her legs over his shoulders. He bit her inner thigh, at the same time, his hand snaked up and gripped her neck once more.

Flexing his fingers, he tightened his grip and turned his face into her pretty pussy. Through his palm, he felt the moan rip from her throat. He damn near came in his pants.

The sight, sound, and smell of her was an ambrosia overloading his senses.

“I can’t wait another second to taste you.” He spoke against her clit before driving his tongue deep inside her.

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