Page 37 of Replay

I’ve spent most of my time in the dorms and on-campus living, so I’m not familiar with the luxury apartments that he’s taken me to. Hawke’s eyes meet mine and he must sense the questions in them because he grins, shrugging, while carrying me into the elevator.

“With my inheritance I can afford the rent and I need a place away so I can concentrate on football.”

“Oh,” I manage to get out, shifting in his hold. “Aren’t I too heavy to keep lugging around?”

Hawke leans forward, his lips brushing against mine. “Sugar, nothing has ever felt more right than holding you.”

This time I’m the one who leans in, initiating a kiss. Hawke grunts in response, pressing my back into the elevator wall while he grabs what looks like keys from his back pocket. When the elevator opens, we’ve barely come up for air. I trail my lips down Hawke’s neck and over his jaw, repeating the process on the other side while he marches us down the hallway to his door. Ihear the key rattle in the lock, the door opens, then closes so fast, keys clatter to the floor and, once again, my back is pressed into the hard surface.

“Oh fuck, Emma,” he breathes out, hands running up my sides and taking my sweatshirt with them. My tank top lands on the ground next and then my sports bra. Hawke drags his mouth down my throat and over my collarbone before his lips pull my nipple into his mouth sucking hard.

“Hawke!” His name flies from my mouth and my fingers dive into his hair, holding him to my breast.

“I need to taste you everywhere,” he mutters before lavishing the same treatment on my other pebbled peak.

My legs slowly slide down his sides, my feet gently coming to the ground. Hawke kisses down my stomach, dragging his tongue along the waistband of my joggers. My fingers hook under the elastic and I start to push them down with Hawke helping me out of them the rest of the way. After, he tosses them over his shoulder into the space behind him.

He traces the edge of my panties with his fingers, before slipping them past the material, gliding the tips through my slit before shoving two fingers deep inside my core. I gasp, my head falling back against the door. “Yes!”

Hawke groans, placing open mouth kisses on the top of my pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Em. You’re such a good girl coming to me today. Showing everyone you’re mine.”

I whimper, loving his praise while also soaking up the possessiveness in his voice. The same feeling that had overwhelmed me when I saw him standing outside waiting for me. “You’re mine too.”

His tongue flicks against my clit and I gasp in response. “Damn right, I’m yours. Always have been, sugar.”

Hawke gets to his feet, one hand gripping my jaw and the other still pumping his fingers in and out of me. “You’re goingto come on my fingers, sweetness. Then I’m going to take you to my bed and show you exactly how much I’ve missed you over the last two years.”

“Please,” I whisper, while his mouth slides against mine, his tongue slipping inside, teasing, before he pulls back. Hawke’s gaze burns into me, his forehead pressing against mine while my pussy squeezes around his fingers.

“Your pussy is so greedy, squeezing me tight,” he murmurs before sliding a third finger inside. My legs tremble and my hands grip his shoulders tighter.

“Please, Hawke,” I moan against his lips, and he rubs my clit with his thumb. Once. Twice. And then I’m falling into my orgasm, waves of pleasure rocking my body so hard I cry out. He swallows my cries while his fingers keep fucking me through it.

Only once my hips stop moving does Hawke remove his fingers, and I watch frozen as he brings them, glistening with my cum, to his lips, and sucks them clean. His pupils dilate and his head tilts back.

“As fucking sweet as ever,” he practically purrs before leaning in and capturing my lips with his, forcing me to taste myself and him.

His hands cradle my head while Hawk pulls my body off the door. My legs sway and I reach out, my hands winding around his back holding on to him. His lips drag over mine with slow, seductive kisses until my own lips feel puffy.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

My heart thuds in my chest and a blush covers my cheeks. “You have too many clothes on, Sheppard.”

He laughs sexily and helps me pull his shirt off over his head. It barely hits the floor before I’m swept back into his arms and we’re moving down a hallway. My body comes back to life when my back hits the mattress, Hawke’s body coming back down on top of mine, pinning me to the mattress. He’s heavierthan last time, bulkier, but I can still feel his same heated skin everywhere. When he pulls back and our gazes clash, I tell him the only coherent thought in my mind.

“I want you, Hawke.”

He groans, his hips thrusting against me, before kissing me hard, his tongue dipping into my mouth and sucking on my own.

“You have no idea how much I want you, Emma. You’re perfect. And you’re all fucking mine.”

His hands slide up my thighs, and he pushes them farther apart. “I need to make you come again. I want you soaking and ready for me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant around our kisses. He breaks away, sliding down the bed, his fingers parting my folds. His tongue delves into me, like he’s starving, consuming every drop of my arousal. My head presses into the mattress, my fingers dig into his sheets while my body is skillfully worshipped. Hawke’s mouth closes over my clit, while his tongue dives deeper inside my pussy. It’s messy, raw and intense, the way he eats me hungrily.

It doesn’t take long before my body tenses, poised to shatter. As if sensing my orgasm, Hawke bares down, sucking my clit and circling his tongue right where I need it. I fall apart quickly, my body trembling and my muscles fluttering. Hawke continues kissing and licking as each wave of pleasure rides out.

My mind slips and my body is shaking by the time he crawls up over me. His lips are glistening and wet, his eyes are heavy-lidded with almost a frantic glint to them.

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