“I trust him with my daughter.” He hesitated. “I’m
“No.”
“You should,” he told her. “I’m very trustworthy.”
“Not even for money.”
Nicole looked so serious as she spoke, Hawk thought, holding in a grin. He liked that about her. He liked the way her long, blond hair swung as she moved, and the way she always seemed to be on the verge of glaring at him. He liked that he made her nervous.
“You look nice tonight,” he said.
She blinked. “Why would you say that?”
“Because it’s true.”
She didn’t believe him. He expected that. He was going to have to work for her and he planned to enjoy every second of the hunt.
“We should go out.”
She pressed her lips together. “No.”
“Why not? You like me.”
He watched the battle raging in her eyes. On the one hand, she wanted to tell him that she didn’t like him, wouldn’t ever like him, and yell at him for assuming she did. But she wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings, because despite how she pretended to be tough, he knew she was a total girl on the inside.
“I’m amazed you need to date at all,” she finally said. “Doesn’t your ego give you enough company?”
“It doesn’t keep me warm at night.”
“Perhaps a heated blow-up doll.”
“I’d rather have you.”
She muttered something under her breath, then slid out of the booth. “I need to get home.”
He grabbed her cane. “I’ll walk you out.”
“Not necessary.” She took back the cane and started moving. She probably thought paying for the pizza would slow him down. She didn’t know that Joe billed him.
When they were outside, Hawk slowed his steps to match hers. The parking lot was mostly deserted.
“No kids to take home?” she asked.
“The ones that don’t drive get picked up here by their parents. Or friends take them home. You don’t have any responsibilities, Nicole. Want to rethink that date?”
“No.”
They were by her car, a Lexus 400 Hybrid. A girl car, he thought with a grin. Cute and curvy, with attitude. Just like her.
He touched her cheek with his fingers, lightly brushing her skin. Her quick intake of air told him she wasn’t as immune as she pretended.
“Want to skip the preliminaries and go right to bed?” he asked.
She held up her cane. “How about if I just beat you with this.”
“I’m not into pain. Are you? Should I be offering to spank you?”
Even in the dim light of the parking lot, he saw her blush.
“No,” she sputtered. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“Just trying to figure out what you like and how I can provide it.”
“You think you’re really smooth, but you’re not.”
“Sure I am.”
“Go away.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Yes, I do,” she told him.
“Prove it. This is your chance. I’m going to kiss you. I’m warning you so you have plenty of time to get in your car and drive away. I’ll even count to ten if you want. To give you a head start.” He touched her face again, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip.
“I don’t have a problem admitting you get to me,” he murmured. “I like that you get to me.”
Indecision flickered in her eyes. He could feel the battle raging inside of her. Pride versus need. He knew which side he wanted to win.
CHAPTER FOUR
NICOLE KNEW that the sensible choice was to bolt for the safety of her car. Instead she gave in to temptation, put her hand on Hawk’s shoulder and asked, “Are you ever going to stop talking?”
“Right now,” he said, just before he kissed her.
She didn’t know what to expect. A strong, demanding kiss that made her feel practically unnecessary to the process? Feeling completely weirded out because she hadn’t kissed a strange man in years? Icky? Excited? Ra-
His mouth brushed against hers with a tender, erotic brush that took her breath away. Hawk didn’t just kiss-he invited, teased, aroused and promised, all with barely more than a chaste whisper of skin on skin.
Her brain shrieked, sighed, then completely shut down. Her body went from “fight or flight” to “take me now” in an eighth of a second. Heat poured through her, making her weak and shaky, something she usually disliked, but not right this second.
He put one hand on her waist, tilted his head and pressed more firmly on her mouth.
The moment was amazing. Sparking jolts of desire exploded all around them, landing on her skin and practically burning through her clothes. Without meaning to, she eased forward until they were almost touching. Almost…but not quite.
She told herself she should break the kiss-pull back, act mature, or at least indignant. Instead she stayed there, taking in the warmth radiating from him, and the promise of so much more.
He licked her lower lip, the tip of his tongue barely caressing her sensitized skin. She did her best not to jump, wanting to act casual and sophisticated. It was tough, considering the liquid desire that began to pour through her.
What was up with that? Until a couple of months ago, she’d been married and living with her husband. It wasn’t as if she was a sex-starved matron who hadn’t gotten any in years. Yet that was how it felt. As if she’d never really known what it was like to be with a man.
She told herself Hawk wasn’t all that different. That there was something chemical making her react this way, but it was meaningless. He wasn’t special. Which sounded great, but didn’t stop her from parting for him, or nearly gasping in pleasure when his tongue touched hers.
He moved inside, taking her with a sureness that made the trembling worse. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, as if he had all the time in the world and planned to use every second to please her.
He explored and stroked, withdrawing, then plunging inside. He kept one hand on her waist and settled the other on her hip. Slowly, achingly slowly, he moved it down, over her rear, cupping the curve, then squeezing. Instinctively she arched against him, thighs touching, her breasts nestling against the rock-hard muscles of his chest.
Then her belly came into contact with something big and thick and…
She pulled back and stared into his fiery dark eyes. He was aroused. She’d felt his erection. Which meant he was excited by what they were doing.
Nicole liked to think she had herself pretty together. That she was confident and capable and finding her husband having sex with her baby sister hadn’t totally destroyed her self-worth. Still, it was something of a shock to realize that a few minutes of kissing had turned on a sex machine like Hawk. A good shock.
“Kiss me again,” she told him.
