Page 64 of Witness Protection

Chapter Thirteen

Once they got to the hotel lobby, Hawk stopped at the front desk and ordered a piece of birthday cake to be delivered to the room. Money talked, and he was sure to describe exactly what he wanted.

“My feet hurt,” she said when they emerged on their floor. “I’m not used to heels.”

“Come on, jump up.” He squatted down, urging her to climb on his back.

She giggled and wrapped her arms tight around his neck when he stood up. Her dress rode all the way up to her upper thighs. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a piggyback before,” she said.

“Hold on tight.”

The hotel room was dark when they returned. Dark and quiet. He flicked on a light, but Sophia told him to turn it off. He set her down, and she walked over to the windows in her bare feet.

“I like the lights from the city at night. It’s relaxing. Your eyes will adjust.”

He came up behind her, running his hands along her sides, over the curves of her hips. She inhaled, leaning her head back on his chest.

“As long as I can see you,” he said.

“Take my dress off, Hawk. Do everything you said you’d do.”

Fuck, he wasn’t ready for this. There was nothing he wanted more, but an internal battle kept raging despite the fact he’d made up his mind to claim her.

He peeled down the first strap of her dress, as slow as melting chocolate, leaving soft kisses on her bare shoulder. Her breath shuddered, but she didn’t move. He slid the next one down, the top of her dress slipping to her waist. Hawk gathered her hair to one side, resting it in front of her as he kissed the back of her neck, rimming the shell of her ear with his tongue.

“My beautiful birthday girl,” he whispered.

He unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the ground. The shadowed reflection of her bare breasts stared back at them from the glass. He snaked his arms around her, cupping her tits in his hands, the softness overflowing his fingers. Touching her felt deliciously forbidden.

Hawk growled, his erection pressed to her back. This was more than he deserved. He never thought this day would come.

She turned around in his arms, allowing the rest of her dress to fall heavily to the ground, leaving her in a whisper-thin pair of black lace panties.

“My turn,” she said, unfastening his tie. When it was off, she put it around her own neck.

Sophia undid the buttons of his shirt, one at a time, painfully slow, then pushed the material over both shoulders. She ran her hands over his chest, down his stomach to his pants. He didn’t stop her when she unbuckled his belt, pulling the leather clean from the loops. She palmed his cock over his slacks, and he snatched her wrist.

“What’s wrong, Hawk?” she teased, those big dark eyes tearing down all his walls.

He couldn’t keep hold of his control another second. Hawk cupped her face and kissed her hard on the mouth, turning and backing her up to the kitchen island. The soft lights from the city gave a wash of muted color to the walls. It was just the two of them. And she was all he needed.

He realized he could have lost her tonight.

Hawk hoisted her up onto the low counter, taking up position between her legs. He tugged his dress shirt off, then grabbed her hips, sliding her to the edge of the cool granite.

“Are you hard for me, Hawk?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said. He leaned over and painted a circle around her dusky pink areola with his tongue. She gasped, grabbing hold of his head. He sucked her tight little nipple into his mouth, flicking the firm bud until she whined for more. “You have perfect tits, Sophia.”

“Touch me.”

She writhed on the counter, so needy. He crouched down and spread her legs wider, swiping his tongue over the lace of her panties. She was wet, the scent of her arousal heady.

“Oh God, Hawk. Don’t make me wait.”

He had no plans on ripping her virginity from her. This only happened once, and he planned to enjoy every minute of it. He wanted to learn every curve, every freckle on her body and keep it to memory.

Hawk nuzzled her pussy, rubbing his face along the lace, kissing her sensitive inner thighs. “I’m going to eat you, baby.”

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