breasts pressed to his chest, her thighs hugging his. His hands slipped down, cupping her ass, pulling her in, absorbing her soft gasp with his mouth.
She was going to come for him now, he could feel it in the desperate clutch of her hands, could see it in the way her eyes turned glossy and opaque. And then, with his name on her lips, she shattered, her body shuddering in his arms with so much sweet bliss it triggered his own release, dragging him under the wave of searing pleasure with her. He plunged into her one last time, trembling as he came from the tips of his toes, from every cell in his body, from the depths of his heart.
And as he went over, he had one thought-God, don’t let me fall in love.
Yet as his vision faded, as an almost painful heat poured through him endlessly, he knew that whatever it was, it was much, much more than simple lust.
ABBY CAME BACK TO HERSELF in slow degrees, lethargic, replete, and more sated than she had any right to be, given their situation.
She was sprawled over Hawk’s lap, her pants hooked on one ankle, her shirt half-opened and one breast revealed, the tip of which he was absently rasping with one callused thumb.
She had her face plastered to his throat, and as she took stock, she was very glad he couldn’t see her face. Her legs were spread wide over his, her hands clutching him as if she never intended to let him go free.
As for his hands, well, he’d gotten quite comfortable with her body, hadn’t he. His other one was intimately gripping her bottom, lightly gliding over her skin, making her want to, even now, stretch like a damn kitten and expose her belly for more.
Good God.
His face was buried in her hair, and with a long, pleasure-filled sigh, he lifted his head. His eyes were heavy with sleep, and extremely sexy as he smiled at her, looking quite pleased with himself. “Hey.”
“Hey.” She had no idea what to do or say, a definite first.
“You okay?”
“I think you know damn well that I surpassed okay.”
He grinned.
Oh, yes, very pleased with himself, wasn’t he.
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he let that finger do the talking, stroking it down her throat and over her bared shoulder, where it caught on her shirt.
“Maybe next time, we could lose a few clothes,” he murmured.
“You’re not wearing any.”
“I meant you.”
She looked down at her bedraggled self and sighed. “Yeah. I guess I stupidly thought that leaving them on would be like wearing armor.”
His smile faded. “No stupid. You had quite a bit to overcome.”
And speaking of that…she had come. Probably if he so much as touched her again, she could do it again in a blink. “I didn’t expect it to be so…” She searched for a word, and failed to find one that suitably did the job. “Wow.”
“Me either.”
Okay, so she wasn’t alone in that. That was good. It might have been a little more embarrassing if she had been.
“Abby?”
She worked on meeting his gaze.
“You don’t need armor with me.”
No. No, she hadn’t. And if that wasn’t completely unnerving, Abby had no idea what was. She held his sincere gaze and sighed again. “I know. But I also know we don’t have time for this.”
He looked as if he might argue, then nodded instead. “Sleep?”
“Shower first.” And using that as a reason to escape, she got up, somehow managed to ignore the urge to cover her good parts, and headed to the bathroom mirror.
Oh, boy.
Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes glowing. And so was her body.
Who’d have thought that damn fine sex would be part of the cure?
Not just sex, she told herself as she got into the shower. She’d had a healthy sex life before the raid, and what she’d just done with Hawk, while very hot and very unexpected, wasn’t it.
It was something much, much more.
Which made this the scariest part of the entire past twelve hours.
18
AFTER HER SHOWER, ABBY looked at her filthy clothes and sighed, then held up what Serena had brought her. A black and sparkly sweater, low cut. Jeans, which had been made to fit like a glove.
She turned back to her clothes, but yep, they were still disgusting. Worse, her panties had somehow ripped and were useless. With another sigh, she pulled on Serena’s clothes, knowing she’d never fill them out the way their hostess did. But her goal here was survival, not winning a beauty contest.
Abby opened the bathroom door, and found herself hesitating. She was embarrassed at how she’d let go with Hawk, and wasn’t sure she could handle looking at him.
He’d left a light on for her, and that alone was enough to warm her from the inside out. She opened her mouth to thank him, but closed it again.
Oh. My. Goodness.
There he was, right where she’d left him, sprawled face down on the bed.
Completely in the buff.
Eyes closed, back rising and falling with his deep breathing, he was out cold.
He hadn’t even pulled the covers over him, not that she minded the chance to stand there and look her fill without him being aware of it. Good God, but the man had it going on. Legs that went on forever, long, sleek, smooth back, broad shoulders, rippled arms that knew exactly how to hold onto a woman…
And then there were the good parts. She let her eyes linger in all the NC-17 spots until he suddenly rolled to his back, one arm flung up and over his eyes. She spent another moment taking in the new and even better view.
“Are you going to get over here?” he murmured in a sleep-roughened voice. “Or just stare at me all night?”
Crap. “I, um…”
Eyes still closed, he patted the mattress at his side.
Her feet made the decision for her, carrying her across the room until the mattress bumped her thighs. Without looking, he unerringly flung out his hand and caught hers, pulling her down to his side. “Just an hour,” he said, and tugged her into his arms, apparently unconcerned by the fact that once again he was naked and she fully dressed.
Well, it hadn’t bothered him earlier, she told herself, and let herself relax into him. And not just relax, but press her face into his throat. She might have also inhaled deeply, and then snuggled even closer.
In response, he sighed with pleasure and ran his hands up and down her back in the most soothing gesture she’d ever experienced. So why her body tingled, suddenly hopeful that it was going to get another man-made orgasm, she had no idea.
“Still fully clothed,” he murmured, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
Along with exhaustion. “Sleep,” she ordered.
“I know…I am…” He snuggled in. “Abby?”
“Yeah?”
“Maybe next time, you could be naked, too…”
Yeah, she had to admit, lying skin to skin with him would be pretty damn amazing. “Maybe…”
He let out a shuddering sigh.
