Page 112 of Filthy Love

“There’s not that many!”

“—predict how this would go?”

“Barely four, Hawk. That’s not a lot.” She breathed in hard, choppy pants when his teeth scraped her neck, sucking right after and didn’t his woman just tip her head all the way back and invite him silently for more.

What a lucky fucker he was.

Unworthy and licking his perfect woman.

“C’mon, Gia. Tell me what’s churning around that smart mind of yours, share the dirty secrets only you and those vibrators kept at night. What did you and me do in your bed?” Hawk moved his hands around to span her waist, to pull her into his chest where she’d feel every inch the effect her soft, sweet wheezing was doing to him. It pushed her tits into his torso, his mouth watered to suck and mark her like animals in the wild did to their mate.

“Did we fuck nice and slow? Nah, I bet you wanted it another way, didn’t you, little bit?” Getting a handful of her ass through her shorts he squeezed and pointed his long fingers between the crack almost obscenely. “The first time at least. Hard and fast, right? You made me sweat for it?”

She swayed with a torn whimper, he held her effortlessly.

He was such a filthy bastard. But she wanted words from him. He had a bank of them.

She was so tiny, that for a second, he was worried if she could take him inside her at all but then the desire punched him upside the fucking head. He’d make his unworthy-dick fit, if he had to work on getting her wet enough, stretched enough for the rest of his life.

“I'm...you can’t say that ... Hawk, please.”

Fingers stole under her thin cotton shirt, finding her heavy tits, filling both hands with just enough ripeness his cock pierced a new hole in his jeans.

He applied pressure, squeezed and made his little bit moan with her face pressed tight to his chest.

Her shyness did things to him.

He might not know all the ways to romance her yet, but he took his cues on how to make her wet from the noises she made. It was those breathy sounds he took with him every-fucking-where.

They kept him sane, they kept him rock solid.

He’d imagined those noises and how they’d sound the first time he slid inside her to the bone marrow.

“Did you climb on top of me, Gia, demanding I sort out your aching problem, while I watched your perfect tits bounce in my face as you drove those hips? Or was I on top of you the first time screwing you into the bed? Is that where you wanted me while your vibrators shook the pussy I pain for? Did I force your legs apart to make me fit with a hard slam?” He leaned forward to lick the curve of her ear, sweeping his thumbs over her hard-pebbled nipples. She liked it, so he did it again. “Maybe I mounted behind you.” She whimpered. “Ah, fuck, little bit. Was that it?” His chin hit his chest and he rumbled a groan born of pain and longing. “Is that what you saw for the first time? I could push in so deep that way if I were up against your beautiful ass. You only have to tell me how you need it and it’s yours.”

“I just want you, Colton.” Her eyes were luminous. And wanting him. “The bedroom is back there on the left,” she told him breathlessly and his brain detonated.

Sweeping her off the countertop, he had her legs wrapped around his waist in seconds, striding through her house to get to the bedroom.

The way her sigh kept blowing air against his neck was the most distracting thing of all. And twice he stopped to slam his lips to Gia’s, needing a fix of her taste.

By the time he plonked in an overstuffed armchair by the window with her on his lap she was panting, and his heart was going off like a fucking bomb igniting in a small space.

The kiss she gave him was bottomless. A direct hot blade to his heart and it was the way she moved her tongue, languid, tasting him in the same way he always savored her that brought the noise in his head to a standstill.

Brushing her hair back from her flushed face he just looked at her.

His body was raging for him to get on with it. To give him the climax inside her he’d waited a lifetime for.

But right then it wasn’t only about sex.

He wanted to savor every second with her before it was over. Before she was gone from his life for good.

Because that’s what would happen. Eventually.

Gia was uncut diamonds and he was trash on the ground.

“What do you want, little bit?”

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