Page 111 of Filthy Love

“Yes.”

He made a new noise.

It was catnip and she was addicted to every expression that came unbidden from this confined man.

“First, you, mouthy little brat; I was out of town, you know that. Had club shit to do and wanted to sort something else before I came back to you. Now I’m back. And I haven’t touched anyone since I got my mouth between your sweet legs and longer before that. Secondly; I make you come plenty, little bit.”

The bottom of Gia’s belly caught fire and it blazed right up to her eyebrows. It took a few measured seconds to speak around the frog in her throat. Provoking him. “That’s oral. Anyone can come with a little tongue wiggling in the right places. Penetration is different.” And then she stoked his fire by adding with a cheeky grin. “But you’re cute for saying so…”

He shoved away from her, huffing and blowing, shifting himself around, giving her his lean back, the shirt stretched over his muscles when both hands went into his long hair.

Gia’s belly almost burst open with glitter she was so delighted, she stifled a giggle into her fist. No point in letting him catch her amused.

Within a millisecond, he was back in her face, her eyes widened.

His brows tugged so low it looked like he had an extra moustache.

“You’ve got a damn nerve calling me cute.” He warned gravel-like.

Her joke backfired in the most spectacular of ways when he stole her air in that way of his just by standing near.

Words didn’t come, and her fingers itched to climb up his chest.

Gia’s mouth opened soundlessly.

“I’d make you gush.” He said matter of fact. “Do you know what that is, Gia? You’d fucking flood for me. You wouldn’t be wet. You’d drench me.”

Oh.

Lord.

Have.

Mercy.

Hawk didn’t stop. His teeth clenched together to match the fists hanging at his sides and his icy rimmed eyes blazed as he stared down at her. “You get my dick inside you, we’d be there a month at least until I satisfied all your aches. Until I’ve put a ribbon of come around that pretty, little neck like a fucking choker necklace.” Then he used a long finger to tip up her chin and Gia nearly swayed in her tennis shoes.

Oh, this man, where did that come from?

She wasn’t complaining. She wanted more sincere, evocative words.

If she could find her tongue she’d beg for more dirty talk.

Already her panties were damp and the heaviness in her boobs was in direct conjunction to the growled words dripping off his tongue. They ached for his hands, his mouth, his deep, deep suck around her areola.

“That’s no boringcounting the marks on the ceiling sex, little bit. Just remember that when you bait me into using my cock on you. Next time I won’t be so nice.”

This was him being nice?With that, he inhaled hard and let it go slowly. Nostrils flared she watched his face become a mask of calm. “Now can I do what I wanted to do the minute I stepped through the door?”

Mute, because she couldn’t think of what else to do since her brain drained of working words and any semblance of sentence structure, she nodded and that’s when Hawk used hands under her armpits to lift her easily and deposit her onto the kitchen counter, those same large, roughened hands slid up her inner thighs making her shiver by widening them, then pushed them further apart so he could step into the breach.

And then he kissed the hell out of her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

“I wasn’t prepared to have her ruin me.” - Hawk

Running his nose up the column of her throat, he could have picked out each note of Gia’s scent in a line up since he’d had her embedded in his skin for years. Coconut sugar and something warmer, a spice in the background but then it was all sunshine, he could drink her for days. He growl-rumbled, licking the side of her throat, feeling her bones shudder and it was that action he took hold of and used to his advantage. “Tell me, little bit. How did you and all your many vibrators—”

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