undid her jeans and shoved them down her hips.
Her panties quickly followed. Then she was naked and he was nudging her toward the bed.
They fell together in a tangle of arms and legs. Somehow she ended up on top, looking down at him.
“Nice view,” he said with a grin and put his hands on her hips. “Now just a little higher.”
He was trying to move her forward, which she didn’t understand until he slid down on the bed so that he was under her. At the first stroke of his tongue, she nearly fainted.
He couldn’t do that with her on top of him, she thought frantically, even as waves of pleasure shot through her. She was too exposed, too vulnerable.
The second stroke of his tongue had her trying to figure out a way to keep that going while shifting position. The third had her looking for something to brace herself on so she could enjoy the ride.
She’d never done it like that, so she didn’t know what to expect. Didn’t know that the sensations would be more intense. He could move easily, touch her anywhere, use his fingers to rub her inner thighs or slip a finger inside.
In a matter of seconds, she was gasping. She put her hands on the wall, to hold herself in place. He flicked his tongue over her center, then sucked on that one spot. At the same time, he inserted two fingers into her, plunging and rubbing and matching the movements of his mouth.
She couldn’t catch her breath. She couldn’t do anything but go along for the ride and hope he never, ever stopped. Her hips were pulsing, her whole body tense. There was a rawness to the sex that almost frightened her, but in a good way. As if she could really be herself with this man.
He moved his lips against her, faster and faster. She moved with him, straining for her release. He moved in and out of her, drawing her orgasm from her.
“Come for me, baby.”
The unexpected words shocked her and then she was doing as he’d asked, arching her back as the spasms rippled through her, taking her over. Perfect pleasure, again and again, riding him to the end when she was finally still.
She tried to shift off of him, but he grabbed her hips, then eased her down his body.
“Not so fast,” he told her, looking very pleased with himself.
When she straddled his waist, he pulled a condom out of his shorts pocket, then pushed off the rest of his clothes. She moved aside to let him apply the protection, then got back on top.
He was hard and thick and ready, which felt exactly right to her quivering insides. She tensed in anticipation of how he was going to feel as he filled her, then she was easing down on him, stretching as he went deeper and deeper. They both groaned.
She leaned forward and put her hands on the mattress. He reached up and cupped her breasts. Her long hair tumbled down on his shoulders and chest.
“This is a really good fantasy,” he told her as he rubbed her tight, sensitive nipples.
“For me, too.”
“You did a hell of a job seducing me.”
“You were easy.”
“Part of my charm.”
She clenched her muscles, tightening around him. His eyes closed as he groaned. A sense of power swept through her. “You are charming,” she murmured and started to move.
“I’M NOT EATING NAKED,” Nicole said nearly thirty minutes later.
Hawk set the Chinese food on the nightstand. “A little kung pao on your stomach?”
She was gorgeous. Curvy and flushed, and still very naked. Just looking at her made him want to be inside her again.
“Try it,” he told her, opening one of the cartons and picking up one of the forks he’d brought upstairs. “One bite.”
“You’re insane,” she said, but she still stretched out on the bed. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll deny it with my last breath.”
“I’m not going to be telling anyone.” Why would he want to share something this good?
He scooped up a piece of kung pao and placed it on her stomach, but instead of taking it, he leaned over and kissed her.
“Appetizer,” he said.
“Yummy.”
“It gets better.”
He bent down and took the piece of chicken in his mouth. After biting it in half, he gave her part, chewed his, then licked her belly clean.
She raised herself on one elbow. “It’s not an efficient way of eating.”
“Agreed.”
“It wasn’t horrible.”
He laughed. “Is that your way of saying you liked it?”
“Maybe. Let’s try it again.”
Nearly an hour later, he was dressed and walking out the front door. They’d never gotten to finish dinner beyond those couple of bites in her room. Not that he was complaining. What they’d done instead was much more interesting.
He whistled softly as he closed the door behind him, then came to a stop as he saw Raoul walking up the front steps.
Hawk nodded at the younger man, telling himself there was no reason to feel guilty. Raoul had helped him set up the evening with Nicole. Still, he felt…uncomfortable and couldn’t say why.
“You’re here late,” Raoul said, his expression unreadable in the darkness of the night.
“I am.”
The teenager was in his way. Hawk wasn’t about to move forward until the kid moved aside and Raoul didn’t seem to be in a hurry to do that.
They stared at each other.
“She’s special,” Raoul said, jerking his head toward the house.
“I know. I’m the one going out with her.”
“She doesn’t deserve to get hurt.”
Hawk couldn’t believe it. Raoul was
“You’re out of line,” Hawk told him. “This isn’t your business.”
“You’re wrong. Nicole thinks she’s plenty tough, but we both know that’s not true. You don’t do serious relationships. Nicole is the relationship type.”
Hawk wanted to rewind the last few minutes and get a do-over. Or be the hell out of the house before Raoul came home. This was not happening.
For one thing, he’d done nothing wrong. Where did Raoul get off judging him? Second, how did the kid know so much about Nicole?
An ugly, dark emotion blossomed inside of him. One that had Hawk curling his fingers into fists. He forced himself to relax as soon as he realized what he was doing, but the totally unreasonable suspicion wouldn’t go away.
Why did Raoul care so much? Was there something going on?
Even as he asked the questions, he knew he was being unfair to both Raoul and Nicole. She wasn’t interested in a teenager and Raoul was crazy about Brittany. But the jealousy felt primal. He wanted to take on Raoul, to beat the crap out of him, then pound on his own chest and proclaim himself the winner. What the hell was wrong with him?
“Don’t assume the worst about me,” Hawk said at last. “I’m not playing with Nicole.” Not the way Raoul thought. They had a deal, which had been her idea. He was the innocent party here.
“I’ve seen how the women look at you,” Raoul said. “How available they are. What you did before didn’t matter, but this does. She does. Think long and hard before you take any of them up on their offers.”
“Or what?”
