Page 12 of Jumping In
“I’ll hang up your jacket.” Hawk rubbed his hands over Clint’s arms and up his shoulders, massaging for a few seconds before pulling off the denim jacket and draping it over one of the hooks beside the door. “You can take your boots off too, if you want. The wood floors aren’t too cold.”
As Clint stepped out of his boots, Hawk flipped a few switches, bathing the house in warm light.
“Bedroom’s to the right. There’s a great beehive fireplace.” Hawk flipped back around so he was facing Clint, his blue eyes dark and his pupils dilated. “Your skin’s going to look amazing in the firelight.” Hawk stepped closer. “Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you naked in that room?”
“No.” Clint shook his head, completely off-balance. “I didn’t know you, uh, felt that way.”
“God damn.” Hawk stepped even closer and combed his thick fingers through Clint’s hair. “For such a skilled cop, you have no idea what’s staring you in the face.”
“Maybe I suck at my job,” Clint said, trying to lighten the mood.
“You’re great at your job. Here and in Detroit. And your military record’s impeccable. You have a Distinguished Service Medal and a commendation.” Hawk grinned. “Seems like your people reading skills just short out when it comes to me.” Hawk tipped Clint’s face up. “Why is that?”
“You know why,” Clint said, seeing no point in playing games. He was at Hawk’s house for one reason and they both knew what it was.
“You want me.” Hawk leaned down and brushed his lips across Clint’s jaw. “Not the same way I want you, but it’s a start.”
At twenty-eight years old, Clint wasn’t a stranger to the concept of going home with a man to screw. Hawk Black probably had close to ten years on him, so he had to know the score too. Which meant he had to understand that the things he was saying, the intensity with which he was looking at Clint, and the tenderness in his touch weren’t standard fare for a hook-up.
“Did you plan this?” Clint asked, remembering Hawk saying he’d gone to the party that night hoping to see him.
“Oh, yeah,” Hawk admitted easily. He slid one palm to Clint’s neck and massaged him while he cupped Clint’s cheek with the other.
“How’d you know I’d be there?”
“Where?” Hawk dipped forward until their lips were only a breath’s distance apart.
“Ewan’s party.” Clint dragged his palms beneath Hawk’s suit jacket, over his muscular chest. “How’d you know I was going?”
“I didn’t.” Hawk skated his lips over Clint’s in a barely there kiss. “But after seeing you at the station, I thought there was a chance you’d show up and I wanted to be there for you.”
Be there for you.
After a few seconds gazing into Hawk’s eyes, Clint grasped Hawk’s jacket collar with both hands, tugged him close, and pressed their mouths together, licking, nibbling, and sucking. The kiss was bruising, passionate, and full of pent-up need Clint didn’t realize he carried. Without thought, he rubbed his groin against Hawk’s thigh, ramping his arousal higher.
“So hot,” he mumbled. Hawk was even better in person than he had been in Clint’s fantasies. He couldn’t believe how lucky he’d gotten, and then an uncomfortable thought occurred to him. He pulled away, leaving Hawk panting. “How’d you get in?” Clint asked.
Hawk licked his lips and blinked.
“Do you know Ewan? Is that how you got in? Is that how you knew about the two of us?” An even worse possibility slammed into him. “Was he fucking you too?”
The soft, hazy arousal disappeared from Hawk’s eyes in a flash. “No,” he growled and pulled Clint forward, slamming their bodies back together. “There’s only one man I’m interested in.” He ground his cock against Clint. “And that’s you.”
“They weren’t going to let me in without an invitation,” Clint pointed out. “How’d you get in?”
“The bride’s father is smart enough to know who he needs on his side to succeed in this town so I was invited. I hadn’t planned to go, though. Not until I realized you were back and you might show up.” Hawk curved his palm around Clint’s chin and cheek and looked into his eyes. “Listen to me carefully. I didn’t say the words while you were with that guy out of respect, but that shit’s over and I’m done holding back.” He bit Clint’s lower lip, hard. “I want you. Do you finally hear me?”
“How long?” Clint rasped, his lungs burning, his heart racing, and his balls tight as stones. He bucked against Hawk, making contact with his thick erection. “You know what? Never mind. We can talk about it later.” He licked Hawk’s lips and when they parted, he moaned and slid his tongue inside. “Show me that bedroom, man. I need…” He drew in a shaky breath, the desires coursing through him too deep and intense to put into words. “I just need.”
“Yeah, me too.” Hawk moved his hand over Clint’s chest, found his nipple, and twisted it through his shirt. “Going to do you so damn good, baby. You’ll see.” He kissed Clint again and then stepped away, looking like it was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Why’d you stop?” Clint asked before he could stop himself from sounding so needy.
“Because I need to get some coffee and food into you first.” Hawk flipped around. “Kitchen’s this way. Come on.”
“Not hungry,” Clint said, but he followed Hawk, his gaze darting between his broad shoulders and his backside. He wanted Hawk to take off his suit coat so he could get a better look at his ass.
“Yeah you are. You’re still drunk too.”
