Page 152 of Restless Hawke
Wait…
“You don’t mean…”
I try to pull back, but he keeps me exactly where he wants me with his firm grip, forcing me to continue to look into his eyes.
“Idomean it, Allegra.”
“But… Coen, it’s only been less than two months.” I release a mirthless laugh. “And for most of that time, you hated me.”
“No.” He drags me up over him easily. “I didn’t hate you. I hatedmyselffor wanting you so much when I knew I shouldn’t.”
His confession rattles me as much as mine must have him. Maybe more. Because it doesn’t make any sense. It can’t.
“You don’t love me, Coen. You don’t even know me.”
He takes my face in his palms. “I know enough. You sacrificed yourself for my family when you had every reason not to. You could have stayed at home, pretended none of it was happening because it didn’t affect you. You could have maintained your relationship with your father, but you didn’t. You chose what was right even though it cost you something huge. That tells meallI need to know.”
Tears pool in my eyes, a combination reaction to his words and the emotional upheaval that happened today.
My bottom lip trembles as I try to hold in the sob threatening to come out. Before it can, Coen kisses me. Softly this time. Unrushed. Filled with more than just sexual attraction.
He pulls back only enough to press his forehead to mine. “I promise that things are going to get better, that they’re going to be okay.”
And then his lips are back on mine with another torturously reverent kiss.
But it doesn’t take long for it to grow more heated, for my body to ache for him, even though he just took me a few hours ago.
His hands slide down to my ass and squeeze, using his leverage to adjust my position so my pussy glides along his cock pinned between us. “I hate seeing you cry…”
I laugh through the tears. “I hate crying. God…” I swipe at them. “I’m such an emotional mess. I swear, I’m not normally like this.”
A grin tugs at his lips. “I know you’re not. And while you may think there’s no possible way that I know you, Ido.”
“From those reports you had your people dig up on me?”
He smirks, playfully swatting my ass. “Partially, but I’ve watched every move you’ve made since we first met, Allegra. Not only at the poker table.”
His lips trail down my neck.
“I’ve memorized the way you walk. The way you drink. The way you laugh and smile.” That wicked mouth reaches my chest, and he slowly tugs one nipple into his mouth, making me instantly clencheverywhere.“And I’ve memorized your body…”
He moves to the other breast, letting his warm breath drift over it, making the already hard peak ache. “And I have memorized what you like…”
Those talented hands squeeze my ass and then he slides one over, slipping his fingers so close where onlyhehas been that it makes me grind down on him in anticipation.
A low chuckle shakes his chest. “And what youlove.” His other hand slides around and slips easily along my drenched core. “And I’ve learned what I love most about you.”
Torturing me?
Because that’s what this feels like.
A prolonged demonstration of pure domination with fleeting touches.
“Wh-what’s that?”
He drags me up farther, until I’m seated just above his cock. “How good you taste after I’ve come inside you.”
Oh, my fucking God.
