Page 90 of Restless Hawke
I slip two fingers inside me, rubbing my thumb over my clit as I thrust into myself, groaning at the feel of my already swollen flesh after an entire night under him, and over him, and in front of him. A glorious night of coming more times than I could even count…
My orgasm comes quickly, barreling through me, leaving me shaking and gasping under the waterfall.
I pull my trembling hand away, stepping back fully into the water and turning my face up to it.
It does nothing to wash away the memories that I feel are likely going to cling to me for far longer than I would like them to.
Leave.
The Hawkes are the type to go to great lengths to keep me here if they want me to remain in New Orleans. Coen could easily find me, using his connections and resources at the various hotels in town. Even though I’m here under a fake name, I don’t have any doubt he could track me down—given enough time.
And I need to be gone before he does.
I quickly shampoo and condition my hair, then scrub my body of the remnants of the man who will not be so easily forgotten from my dreams.
Don’t.
The more I think about it, abouthim, the harder it’s going to be to get on that plane. Already, the thought makes me almost queasy. I turn off the water, climb out of the shower, and towel off, wrapping myself in a big, fluffy hotel robe before tugging open the door and stepping out into the bedroom and the much cooler air.
Goosebumps immediately cover my skin, and I glance at the clock on the nightstand that seems to taunt me.
Each passing minute is one Coen could show up at my door.
I dig through my still-packed weekender bag and pull on a thong, a pair of leggings, and a loose T-shirt, then throw everything from the bathroom counter into my luggage.
It isn’t much, and it doesn’t take me long to be fully packed and ready to go.
Always be prepared to make a quick exit.
It was one of those life lessons that always seemed so strange as a child, but I finally understand its importance.
I step out into the living room portion of my suite to grab my purse and go meet the car outside, but I freeze at the familiar eyes staring at me from the chair across the space.
Icy.
Cold.
He leans back casually, but given the posture and what I know about the man, it’s anythingbutcasual. This is an ambush, a very intentional one.
All I can do is stand here like a deer stuck in the headlights, watching them race closer while there’s nothing I can do to stop them or leap out of the way. “W-what are you doing here?”
One brow rises slowly. “I could ask you the same thing.”
Shit.
“I…thought you were out of town…”
The corners of his lips twitch, but it isn’t with amusement. It’sannoyance. I would recognizethatlook anywhere. “Is that why you came? Because you thought I wouldn’t know?”
“No—”
He doesn’t give me any time to object or explain further. “Sit.”
My spine snaps to attention at the command in the single word, and I tighten my hand on the strap of my bag, desperate to cling to literally anything solid right now when it feels like everything is spinning out of control.
There isn’t any way to escape what’s about to happen.
Too much has already been set in motion.
