Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
He raises a brow. “Die Hard’s a Christmas movie.”
“Is not.”
“It is,” he persists.
I snort. “Die Hard,” I say, “and I’ll let you have your way with me.”
He grins, rakes his gaze over me. “Deal.”
I click play, and as the opening credits roll, Hawk shifts just slightly, his thigh brushing mine. The warmth of him seeps through my jeans, his scent—soap, leather, and something darker—settling around me like a blanket.
By the time the first chase scene explodes across the screen, my head has tipped toward him. Not enough to be obvious, but enough that I can feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing. And for tonight, for this moment, I let myself believe we really are just two regular people winding down after dinner—no shadows, no danger, no pasts pressing at the edges.
Just us.
I snuggle up to him, and he leans down, tips my chin, and kisses my lips.
A soft moan escapes me, and I tangle my fingers in his soft hair. He deepens the kiss, cradling my jaw. The taste of him, of the wine from dinner, sends a thrill of desire through me.
Slowly, he pulls away, the lack of his warmth making me whimper just slightly. “Dani,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. His eyes are filled with a raw emotion that takes my breath away.
I want to tell him how much this means to me, how much he means to me. But speaking those words out loud feels too real, too daunting.
“Shh,” he whispers, pressing his finger to my lips. “You don’t need to say anything.”
We fall into a gentle kiss then.
But it doesn’t stay gentle for long.
The kiss grows deeper, more desperate, each movement filled with urgency. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer, his warmth seeping into my very core.
“Hawk,” I gasp, pulling away just slightly to catch my breath.
He responds with a soft growl and digs his fingers into my hips.
“Dani,” he breathes, capturing my lips again in a fiery kiss.
For a moment, we lose ourselves in each other, the world around us fading away as we give in to the passion.
I pull away again, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. I look up into Hawk’s eyes and see a depth of emotion that leaves me breathless. “Hawk,” I whisper. “I want this. I want you.”
“I want you too, Dani.”
Without another word, he bends down and captures my lips in another searing kiss. This time, there’s no urgency, no desperation. Just us. Just this. We lose ourselves in each other, the world around us fading into insignificance.
Clothes.
Too many clothes.
I pull back from the kiss. Pull my T-shirt over my head.
We’re still dirty from the waterpark. Tired from the hospital visit.
But I don’t care.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Hawk breathes.
“So are you. Those eyes…” I unsnap my bra. Let it drop to the floor next to the couch.
“Your tits…” He reaches up to cup one, thumbs my nipple.
“Take me,” I say. “Take me hard and fast here on the couch. Please.”
His response is a groan.
Without another word, he pushes me back onto the couch, his large frame hovering over mine. His hands are everywhere, exploring my body as if he can’t get enough. He kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin and causing me to shiver.
He slides a hand down to unbutton my jeans, pulling them down my hips along with my underwear. I gasp as his fingers meet my bare skin. His touch is electrifying.
He kisses his way down my stomach, finally settling between my legs.
“Hawk…” I curl my fingers into his hair as he slides his tongue over my sensitive flesh.
His only response is a groan, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through me.
He lifts his head to meet my gaze, his eyes dark with desire.
Then, in one swift motion, he unzips his jeans and frees himself. His hardness presses against my inner thigh, causing me to gasp. He positions himself at my entrance, his gaze never leaving mine.
He enters me slowly, the sensation making me gasp. It’s a delicious kind of pain, one that has me arching my back and moaning his name.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders. He responds with a groan, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate.
I feel my climax building, a pressure deep within me that threatens to burst. I moan, my hips bucking against his. “I’m close.”
“So am I, baby.” He increases his pace, driving into me with a force that has me teetering on the edge.
“Let go, Dani,” he urges. “Come for me.”
His command pushes me over the edge. I spiral into oblivion. My body convulses, pleasure crashing through me like a tsunami. I cry out his name, clutch at his back as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me.
Hawk grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic as he finds his own release. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.