Page 126 of Cryptic Curse
Is he looking for hesitation?Apprehension?Because there isn’t any.
With a nod, he stands and holds out his hand to me.I take it and let him pull me up from the couch and lead the way upstairs.Right as we reach the landing, his cell phone vibrates again.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get that?”I ask.“Whoever is trying to reach you is certainly being persistent.”
He shakes his head, grinning.“It’s probably just spam, honey.Once these companies realize they’ve gotten a Bellamy number, they’re relentless.”He squeezes my hand and leads me up the final step of his staircase and into his bedroom.
His master bedroom is vast and luxurious, the large bed at its center looking all too inviting.He turns to me and gently cups both my cheeks.His kiss is soft yet passionate, each brush of his lips assuring me of his desire.
Slowly, Hawk unzips my dress and lets it pool at my feet.He steps back to admire me, his gaze taking in every inch of my body.I shiver under his scrutiny, but not from the chill of the air conditioning.The way he’s looking at me, as though I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, sends my nerves skittering.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, stepping closer to pull me into his arms again.
He glides his hands over me, tracing the curve of my waist and the swell of my hips.With each touch, he ignites a fire I’ve never felt before.It’s a desire born not out of obligation or fear, but out of genuine want.
He guides me toward the bed and gently lays me down.He undresses himself, revealing a sculpted body honed by years of ranch work.Perfect pectorals, bulging biceps, and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of.He joins me on the bed, pressing his body against mine.His skin is warm and inviting as it makes contact with mine.
And his cock.
It’s huge.
It’s hard.
And it doesn’t frighten me.
“Hawk,” I whisper, digging my fingers into his gorgeous biceps.
“Yes, Daniela?”He leans over me, his blue eyes piercing into mine.
“I want you.”I voice the words with as much certainty as I feel.
His lips curl up and he strokes my cheek.“I want you too, Daniela.”
He kisses my forehead, my cheeks, trailing slow kisses down my neck and across my collarbone.His lips find mine again in another fiery kiss that leaves me breathless.I could get lost in this man, in his soft kisses and warm embrace.
His touch is firm but gentle as he explores me.
He stops to concentrate on my breasts.
The sensation is electrifying.I arch my back, pressing against him.He takes the hint, his mouth replacing his fingers.He swirls his tongue around my hardened nipple, sending waves of pleasure through me.
“Oh, Hawk,” I whimper.
He continues to lavish attention on my breasts while he drifts lower with one hand.He traces a path down the center of my stomach, making me shudder.
He stops at the edge of my underwear, looking up at me for approval.
I nod.
Slowly, he removes my underwear, his gaze never leaving mine.
He spreads my legs, touches me.
There.
“Hawk,” I gasp out, clutching at his broad shoulders.
This is nothing like the violating touches of the men in my past.This is different.This is Hawk.A man who cares only about my pleasure, not his.
