As soon as my clothes are gone, I reach for his boxers but he stops me, pushing me flat on my back with his hand on my chest. I frown, confused, but I stare entranced as he slides down my body, placing kisses along my chest and torso in random spots. His hand gently eases my legs apart, making room for his frame as he traces the tattoo on my ribcage with his tongue. Further he goes, until he reaches my hips and through lustful eyes, I watch him gaze at me. It's an intense stare, making me feel like all the air has been sucked out of the room.
His tongue darts out, sweeping along the outside of my pussy, and I tense up in panic.
"I haven't showered," I hastily say, remembering the elevator.
Hawk locks eyes with me, his tongue pressing into my clit. My lips part with pleasure, eyes staring at him in bewilderment and heat.
"I don't care," he replies against my body. "I don't care if I taste myself, as long as I get to taste you."
His mouth closes around my clit, pulling me into his mouth and I let out a moan, my head falling back onto the bed. Hands pry me open, his tongue trailing over me.
I feel his finger slide inside, curling up as he strokes in time with his tongue, and I'm unable to comprehensively focus on anything except for him. Slow, torturous swirls around my clit nearly send me over the edge, until a ringing distracts me.
Hawk stops his movements, gazing over at the bedside drawer at his ringing cell. Slowly, he pulls back from me, my body aching sadly at the lost touch. He reaches for the cell, lifting it up as he examines the caller ID.
A part of me feels disappointed that he would stop at this moment—and I'm crushed even more when he answers the call.
"Hi," he says warmly to the person down the other end of the line.
I stare up at him in disbelief, his eyes locked with mine. There's a small smile on his face and a bit of jealousy hits me.
"Hm," he responds to the other person, sliding back down to my legs. "That's really interesting actually."
I raise my eyebrow at him. Hawk smirks at me, pushing his thumb over my clit. My eyes widen, and I shoot him a warning glance.
I'm about ready to stop him, to push his hand away with my foot when his next words freeze me in place.
"Rayne's actually here having dinner with us. I'll put her on for a minute."
My blood runs cold as I stare at Hawk, cell outstretched toward me.
"Here. Talk to Mom."
Chapter 20
My eyes are wide with horror. I snap my mouth shut, staring at the cell, not daring to speak to Hawk because she'll hear.
He raises his eyebrows at me, wiggling the cell at me, and in a panic, I snatch it because too much time becomes suspicious.
Placing it to my ear, I swallow hard before talking. "Hi, Mom," I say casually, ignoring the pounding rhythm of my heartbeat.
"Hi, sweetheart," she replies, sounding surprised. "You're having dinner with the boys?"
"Yep," I force out. "We decided to catch up."
I slap myself in the forehead. I could have at least come up with a better story.
Mom stumbles over her words for a second in disbelief. "That's fantastic! I'm so pleased to hear that."
Yeah… I bet you are.
"I'm glad," I answer. "I just wanted to… what are you doing?"
It's directed at Hawk, an urgency in my voice as he shoves my legs apart, lowering his head. He watches me, a dangerous smirk on his face. I can only shake my head frantically, begging him to stop, but I'm side-tracked by Mom's reply, thinking I'm talking to her.
"We just finished dinner as well. Dad roasted a chicken because we had some fresh vegetables ready."
A tongue slithers out, whipping my clit and I cover my mouth, holding back moans.
