Page 118 of Songbird: Black Kite
“Hawk.” I reached for him, rolling onto my side as he met me half-way in another kiss, and this time, it was me that groaned when the firmness of his erection pressed into my soft belly, arching into him, desperate for more contact.
We continued to kiss, reveling in the feeling of freely touching each other, his hands roaming over all the soft and secret spots on my body while I mapped him in return. It was beautiful and all-consuming, and before too long, I was rocking against him, my body seeming to reach for his of its own accord.
Sliding his hands down, I gasped when Hawk dipped two fingers between my thighs, the calloused digits scraping across my delicate flesh sending a delicious thrill through me.
“You ready for me, baby?” he asked, rising up on one arm and settling himself over me as he continued to toy with me, his fingers circling my clit for a few seconds before sliding inside again.
“Yes,” I whispered, spreading my legs almost without thought, just knowing I needed him between them more than ever.
Hawk notched the head of his cock at my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to slide inside me slowly, a look of reverence on his face that made me feel like I wanted to cry. He kept moving, his pace steady, and when he was fully seated, our bodies as close as they could possibly get, he breathed out a soft sigh before he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“My perfect Bird.”
And then he was moving, his body rolling like the ocean as he thrust in and out with firm strokes, the sensual drag of his cock inside me feeling like magic. Every inch of me tingled, and the places where our skin touched were nothing but electric. I moaned, and his name falling from my lips seemed to cause him to double his efforts, and before long I was flying, screaming out my orgasm as the pleasure washed through me.
It wasn’t long at all before Hawk followed me, his face pressed to my neck as he came, panting “Bird,” over and over again against my heated skin.
Laying there, his heavy body over mine and his heart kicking a rapid beat against my chest, I realized that I had never felt safer in my entire life.
And that scared the shit out of me.
Chapter sixty-eight
Wren
Present
Westayedthatwayfor a while, long enough for our breathing to calm and my damp skin to cool. When I gave a small shiver, Hawk noticed, pressing one more kiss to my collarbone before rolling off of me and tugging the blanket up over my body. He disappeared for a few moments, coming back with a warm, damp cloth and a cold bottle of water, and once we had made use of both, he turned off the lamp and slid into bed beside me, his body curled around mine from behind.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I finally whispered into the darkness, almost afraid to bring it up, and I felt his muscles stiffen against my back, he breath held as he considered my words.
“I know,” he finally replied, his words soft. “I’m sorry. I should have said something. Stopped and asked. But I just...couldn’t. Bird, I just couldn’t have one more thing separating you from me. Not anymore.” I squeezed his arm where it was latched around my chest, a smile on my face at his incredibly sweet words, and he nuzzled closer, his face buried in the mass of hair at the back of my neck. “I can take you somewhere tomorrow if you need a morning-after pill or whatever.”
“No!” I blurted, my voice louder than was probably necessary. “I mean, no, I don’t need to go anywhere. I’m on birth control.” Letting out an awkward laugh, I added, “One surprise baby was more than enough for me. I’m clean, too.” It was a statement, but also a question, one that Hawk didn’t miss.
“I’m clean, too, Bird.” He sounded tired, the words slightly slurred as he muttered them into my hair. “I promise. I haven’t been with anyone else.”
I frowned at the phrasing, but Hawk was holding me close, his fingers tracing circles over the soft skin of my abdomen, and I found I far too content to worry about anything else at the moment.
We lay there, the silence of the night washing over us, and it wasn’t long before I knew Hawk was asleep, his breaths soft and even. Surrounded by his warmth and his scent, I lay in Hawk’s bed and waited for a sleep that never came as I let those last words run riot through my brain, creating chaos in their wake.
What did he mean, he hadn’t been with anyone else? The man had been married for nearly a decade. I thought about the years since that night on the bus. Even though it had taken me a long time, I’d dated. I’d been with other men, moved on with my life because there had been absolutely no hope of ever seeing Hawk again.
The idea that he may have been celibate this whole time was ludicrous.
And yet, the thought filled me with a quiet joy. Because if that were true, then it just might mean that he’d been thinking about me as much as I’d been thinking about him.
That, in turn, made me feel something I’d not let myself feel in a very long time.
Hope.
Hope that maybe our convoluted situation could work out after all. That Hawk and I could have something amazing, in spite of all the history between us.
That Cooper would have an opportunity to know her father in a way I’d never even allowed myself to dream about.
I wanted to believe that was possible with every fiber of my being.
The ideas dancing through my mind were equal parts wonderful and terrifying.
