Page 35 of Snagged By Hook

“That’s what I thought, babe.” He kissed her sweetly as he opened the door behind her and walked her into his room. Hook raised her shirt with his free hand, working it over one shoulder. He slid his hand under the fabric to take the place of his otherhand, then finished removing it. He switched hands again when his shirt hung from his wrist.

Having her throat held wasn’t something she’d ever thought of as sexual. It wasn’t until Hook had first done so in the kitchen that she realized that aspect of it was enjoyable and exciting. Sexually, it kept her in the moment.

But when he’d done so when she was freaking out, she realized that emotionally, it grounded her and gave her a focal point. It allowed her to let go. With that realization came another…Hook had known that before she had. Was that why she felt so drawn to him? Because he was in tune with her needs like no man had ever been before?

He squeezed her throat, but not so hard she couldn’t breathe.

“Get out of your head and stay with me.” Hook kissed her again and backed them up to the bed. She helped scoot them up the bed. He rested the perfect amount of his weight on her.

Somehow, they were both naked. She must’ve been more lost in thought than she realized. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Nova. From your bow-shaped lips.” He placed a kiss on said lips. “To your perfect tits.” He took one into the hot cavern of his mouth while massaging the other. “And this,” he said against her breast as he slid a finger into her pussy. “This is the best place I’ve ever been.” He added a second finger, gathering her wetness and slid it up to her clit, circling so slowly she whimpered and raised her hips to increase the friction.

His motion stopped with one finger resting against her clit, and a look of concentration crossed his face. “Damn, woman, I swear I can almost feel your heartbeat in this moment with both my hands.”

She wouldn’t doubt it, she could feel her blood thumping in both places, so maybe he could too. She’d never tested to see if she had a pulse in her clit, and in that moment, she didn’t fucking care. “Let me come, please.”

“Um, I do like the begging, but that’s for another time. Right now, I plan to worship and cherish you like you deserve. Like you need.”

She cursed herself for asking for slow and tender until he started his circles again. A lazy concentric motion that was bringing her up ever so slowly. He sucked her breast into his mouth again. Flicking the nipple with the tip of his tongue.

The combination soon became too much to resist, and she came. Hard and long.

“You know something?” he asked as he took his cock in hand. He stroked it up and down, dragging it through her release. He thrust against her clit, and she moaned.

“I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful when you come.”

He notched the head of his cock just inside her and advanced forward in a slow, measured pace until he bottomed out. Time stood still. He cupped her cheek with his free hand before brushing the hair from her face.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want to see everything.” Nova didn’t need the grounding hand at her throat anymore, his eyes were her anchor now. Tapping the back of his hand, he removed it. She took both his hands and laced their fingers together.

Hook withdrew and entered her again. Long-metered thrusts while they stared into each other’s very souls. It was more vulnerable than anything she’d ever done.

She allowed all her pain to spill out through every pore of her body while she watched him reach out to greet it. It was more than a joining of bodies; it was a merging of spirits, of pain.

It seemed like both forever and no time at all before they were coming in unison, never looking away. Yet they still didn’t separate. It was a transcendent experience, and she blurted out words she swore she’d never say to another man. Words thatwere way too soon to be spoken, but she couldn’t have bitten them back if she’d tried.

“I love you, Jeremy.”

His entire posture changed as he hovered above her, barely breathing. His expression was impossible to read, and now panic was rearing its ugly head again.

“Oh my god. I’m sorry, I know it’s too soon. I was caught in the moment, and I didn’t?—”

“No.” He gripped her throat again. “Don’t take it back,” he bit out, then kissed the living shit out of her.

Hook’s soft expression was at odds with the almost angry tone of his voice. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. Maybe he was just kissing her to buy time or shut her up.

Either way, she would live with the fallout and wouldn’t make it weird for him, since she was the idiot who declared love after the passionate sex she’d asked him for in the first place.

It had to be that her emotions were running high, and he was so perfect at giving her what she needed. He was complimentary and attentive. Hook had given her exactly what she’d asked for, and she made it a bigger deal than it was.

Hell, she probably didn’t love him either; she was just vulnerable to her feelings. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that for the lie it was, but she needed the velvety comfort of the lie for now, so she ignored the voice in her head that whispered the truth.

When he pulled the kiss back, he looked like he did any other day. No clue to what he was feeling.

“We should probably get dressed and head back in there. It’s time for Flower’s not-so-surprise party.” Hook didn’t move right away, just stared into her eyes while caressing her collarbone. For a split second, a look of deep affection crossed his green depths, and she thought maybe he’d say it back, but he didn’t. Instead, he winked, nipped her nose, and rolled off of her.

As they got dressed in silence, she kept telling herself it didn’t matter, but deep down, it did. Until then, she didn’t realize how deep she’d gotten or how much she missed being loved.

Those feelings didn’t change her plans. If anything, the events of the day and Hook’s response cemented them.

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