He looks way too fucking good in the morning, even with his hair all mussed and a hint of stubble coming in. I find him ridiculously attractive. I kinda hate myself for that. His hazel eyes solemnly stare at me, questioning.
“I might have. What are you doing in my bed?”
His teeth clench together, noting how I’ve shrunk away from him. “Nothing. Nothing at all.” He rubs his hand over his jaw and heaves out an exhale.
Like watching cars fly past in a race, one flash after another from the events of last night roar through my head, leaving me gasping for air. I know he helped me. And he brought me home. But I don’t remember anything after that, and here I am in underwear and a tank top. My brows draw together, my tone accusing. “Did you undress me?”
He pauses a beat as if he’s making some monumental decision, but then a slow smirk slides over his features. “What? You don’t remember stripping for me?” He shrugs nonchalantly.
I exhale sharply. “There’s not a chance in hell I got naked for you.”
“Do you remember kissing me?” He tilts his head to the side, studying me.
I’m well aware that my lips have dropped open, and my eyes are wide. My head pounds, trying to recall if he’s screwing with me again, or if I actually—Shit.I think I did kiss him. He’s not lying.
His lips twist into a naughty smirk, and I can’t help myself. His cocky attitude sets me off. I lunge forward, my fist flying toward his jaw.
Hawk catches me by the wrist before the punch lands and has me turned over and flat on my back in half a second. “Okay, not joking around now. Do you understand what that asshole and his friends were going to do to you? This, what I’m betting you’re feeling this morning? It isn’t normal after a couple of wine coolers, trust me. That douche nugget drugged you.”
My eyebrows inch upward. “What?”
His jaw clenches at the note of disbelief in my voice. “I’m fairly certain he put something in that second wine cooler you drank.”
“O-oh.” A violent tremor rolls through my body.
He turns to me, catching my chin with his fingers, and stares into my gray eyes. “They were going to take turns fucking you. If you were lucky, they’d have given you more of whatever it was he put in your drink. And if you weren’t so lucky, you’d have been aware of what was happening and had to remember all of it. If you want my guess, they wanted you to be aware. With the music pounding downstairs, no one was going to hear you scream. Cry. Beg for mercy.”
I blink, tears forming in my eyes. My breathing is erratic, coming out in fits and starts as I fight for control. His eyes flick from mine down to my lips before I whisper, “You would have liked that, huh?”
His eyes shut as he relaxes his hold on my chin. “No, Lux. I wouldn’t have,” he rasps, his throat tight. After a few moments, I swear he must see the relief wash over my face and continues. “Look, I can take you to a hospital if you want. Get you checked out? My car isn’t far from here.”
In response, I inhale swiftly before shaking my head. I could swear a dozen emotions slip over my features before I answer, my lip trembling. “No. I don’t want to get into your car. I can’t. I w-won’t. I want to stay here. I need my—” I stop in the middle of my thought, looking away from him.
I’m on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of getting into a car with him when he brushes his thumb over my cheek and kisses my forehead.
He pulls back, looking me in the eye. His body hovers over me as we stare at each other for interminable seconds, chests rising and falling fast. I have no idea what’s in his head. But the look in his eyes. It’s desperate. Needy.
And this makes no sense at all—but it’s a match for everything in my heart.
The pounding in my chest is a frantic beat, and his head lowers, lips grazing over my collarbone. His knee lodges between my legs, and he shifts until his body is partially weighing me down. I let out a breathy moan at the feeling of being pressed into the mattress.
“Your skin is so fucking soft,” he mumbles right before his mouth sweeps upward and latches onto a spot at the side of my neck. I throw my head back, reveling in the feelings flowing through me. He tortures me, one minute sucking on my skin, the next kissing, then biting and licking.
It’s as if my entire being is straining toward his talented mouth. It’s agony. It’s ecstasy. It’s everything.
My heart thunders, a storm gathering within me. He releases my wrist to slip his hand under my cotton tank top, claiming my breast. The way his big hand massages it, his thumb flicking over the nipple, has my back arching off the bed. He moves his mouth up to my ear and whispers, “You like that?”
I swallow hard, licking my lips, and nod. “Yes.”
He nudges my legs further apart so he can climb between them. When he lowers himself, his cock is seated right at the cradle of my thighs, and it rubs me in all the right ways as he begins to rock against me. My panties dampen in response. Embarrassed, I squeeze my eyes shut.
Hawk stops what he’s doing to murmur, “Look at me, Lux.”
My breath catches, but I do as he asks. He’s making me feel so good, it’s hard to think about anything else. He tugs my top up, exposing my breasts. Both nipples are like hard little erasers poking off my chest. He nuzzles me with his face, and it’s scratchy but oh so good, before taking one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucks on me until I’m moaning and squirming toward the warm, wet recess of his mouth.
I’m so aroused, desire whips through me. I’m lost in everything I’m feeling.
His hand slips between us, fingers exploring. “Your panties are fuckin’ soaked.” He rubs over my clit, and I gasp. Pulses of pleasure jolt through my body, centering in my core. “Take them off. Show me what’s mine.”
