Page 44 of Hawk

“Be mine, officially. Be my old lady.”

He held it out with both hands, and my throat closed up. My fingers curled into the leather as I clutched it against my chest.

“I love you, Gemma,” he said quietly but without hesitation. “You’re it for me.”

Emotion swelled in my chest. “Yes. So much yes.”

“Gonna slide a ring on your finger soon, too,” he promised before hauling me against his chest.

His mouth crashed into mine, and everything else faded. There was only us.

The warmth of his body. The leather of the vest pressed between us. The way his fingers curled around the back of my neck as though he couldn’t bear to let me go.

I dropped the vest onto the edge of the bed without breaking the kiss. My hands gripped the front of his tee, twisting in the soft fabric as he angled his head and deepened the kiss, stealing the air from my lungs.

His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt and dragged it over my head in one fluid motion, eyes darkening as he looked at me.

“Lie back, baby.”

I obeyed, heart thudding against my ribs as I scooted onto the mattress. He followed me down, bracing his weight above me with one arm while his other hand skated over my side and down to my thigh.

“I need you,” I whispered.

“You’ve got me.” He dipped his head and brushed a kiss over my collarbone. “Always.”

He quickly finished undressing me, then his boots and jeans hit the floor. I stared as he stripped out of his cut and shirt, exposing his muscular chest to my hungry gaze. I licked my lips when he shoved his boxer briefs down his thick thighs, and his big dick sprung free, a drop of precome already beaded at the top.

Callum fisted the shaft, stroking up and down. “Is my baby hungry for me?”

“Always.”

His dark eyes heated even more. “Not sure I have it in me to feel your sweet lips wrapped around my cock without blowing tonight.”

“The blow job can wait.” I trailed my fingers down the valley between my breasts. “We have all the time in the world for everything we want to do to each other, right?”

“Damn fucking straight we do,” he growled.

Then he was on top of me, skin to skin, all heat and muscle. His hands skimmed up my sides, his mouth moving across mychest in a worshipful path that quickly had me writhing beneath him.

“Gotta get you ready to take my cock, baby.”

He wedged his broad shoulders between my thighs so he had better access to my pussy. After lowering his head, he ate at me like a starving man. Licking between my pussy lips and circling my clit with his tongue. His touch was warm and wet, hitting the perfect spots over and over again.

Arching my hips off the mattress, I rode his face until he pinched my clit and waves of pleasure crashed over me. “Yes, oh yes! Callum!”

When I finally stilled beneath him, he lifted his head. “Fucking love to hear you cry my name like that. Best damn sound in the world.”

He notched the tip of his dick at my core, but I gripped his veiny forearms to stop him before he sank inside me. His gaze swept over my expression before he asked, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Absolutely nothing,” I assured him with a hazy grin as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “It’s just that I want to be on top.”

“Hurry, baby. I need you,” he rasped, rolling us over so I was straddling him.

The need in his deep voice spurred me on. I lifted and positioned his dick at my entrance, and he wrapped his hands around my waist to steady me. I glided my pussy down his hard length, getting it wet.

“Take what you need, baby,” he urged as I slowly lowered myself until he was deep inside.

I swiveled my hips. “Wanna drive you wild.”

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