Page 130 of Filthy Love

“Let me guess, you came to warn me of how wrong you are for me,” she asked with bite, letting him in. “If you’re going to break my heart, Hawk. Just break it already. Don’t pacify yourself with lies that it’s for my own good.” Her core quivered when he streaked his eyes over her booty sleep shorts and camisole top. Folding her arms, she waited.

He closed the space between them, flatting Gia’s spine against the counter edge, he cupped her face and kissed her lips just once. “I was a prick.Again. I’m sorry.”

Well.

Then.

She exhaled and let her muscles unclench. Her mouth parted and then closed, finding the right words to say didn’t come easy. Sensing her mood, she felt him withdraw to rest his butt against the sink opposite her, arms and ankles crossed. He made such a picture, one she hoped to see many more times, but she needed some things said first.

“I’m an honest person, Hawk. I don’t flirt with one man to make the man I’m interested in jealous. Nor would I cheat on the man I’ve wanted for a decade once I have him.”

He arched a brow. “Never thought that.”

“So yesterday was?”

“Me hating another man touching you. I never said I was perfect, Gia.” He scowled, and she almost laughed. If only he knew how unperfect she’d take him if he’d just meet her half way.

“I got that, and it would have been cute as hell had you not thrown a tantrum with it,” she held up a hand when he went to butt in. “Are we telling my brother about us anytime soon?”

Hawk sighed and let his head hang down. When he looked up again the blueness of his eyes eclipsed almost in black. “Gia…”

Yeah, that’s what she figured. She pushed off the counter and started out of the room. “Maybe you should just go, okay.” She was exhausted. They could rehash it another day.

A great rattling growl behind her halted her step and she turned to find Hawk on her heels. “Walk away if you dare, little bit of a thing, and I’ll fucking hunt you down. There’s nowhere you can hide from me now. I warned you, I fucking warned you didn’t I not to play with me, but you did it, you let a fucking animal out of his cage and allowed it inside all that good and I’m not done with you yet.”

She was not above pushing him for a reaction. “Maybe I no longer want to play with you, Hawk. Maybe your rules are too varied for me. They keep moving and I keep getting crapped on.”

“Like fuck you’re done with me.”

His touch was possessive but soft. Strong but coaxing. His massive shadow, swallowing her when he crowed against her giving Gia his scent from the outside. She huffed unable to stay mad at the blond asshole for very long and gripped the edges of his leather coat, leaning into him she was pleased when he touched her without being prompted first by curling a hand around the back of her neck. “Fine. I didn’t mean it.”

“You should mean it, little bit. I’m no good for you but I fucking want you and I’m a selfish fucker who won’t let you walk away now just because my big mouth spits shit out of it.”

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While Gia made a frustrated noise and fired her gorgeous blue stare at him, Hawk banded arms around her waist and carried her through to the living room, plonking his heavy self on the sofa with her on his lap. If she was gonna rail him, like it seemed, then he’d be comfortable with her sweet ass on his cock. Nuzzling her neck, she truly did rail him. “You are so stubborn. So, fucking stubborn it drives me insane. You just won’t allow yourself to be happy.” She gave his hair a yank which he fucking loved by moaning. “You’d rather flog yourself and make us both miserable. You don’t tell me shit about yourself, like you’re a big fucking mystery. Everything I know I’ve glued together from others. I don’t suppose you’ll even tell me how you’re so beat up.”

He grunted. “He looks worse.”

“Who?”

“Lawless.”

“You and Lawless fought? Why?”

He rolled a shoulder and asked. “Are you miserable?”

She scoffed and rolled her pretty eyes, gave a little wiggle to make his dick happy. He thought she was amazing. Beautiful. Too good for him. Fuckable. Suckable. Perfect. Andhis. “Not right now, no. You, stubborn ass. I’m making a point here.”

“I get it.” He did. He was not winning any fucking prizes for being emotionally savvy that was for fucking sure. He kissed the top of her head, inhaling the coconut fragrance she bathed in. “Our timing is shit.”

“Only if you let it. I’m here. You’re here. What more do we need?”

“I’m not a good man, Gia. Keep telling you that.”

She pinched his belly and made him jerk. And his cock hardened. If he’d thought fucking Gia would make his addiction to her disappear he was a colossal fucking moron. It tripled and buried a hole in the lining of his gut and it blazed night and day. He couldn’t get her out of his head even if wanted to.

And then, his sweet little bit, the woman who owned every fucked-up piece of him blew his brains out of his skull by saying.“Do you want to know my secret? I don’t care if you’re a good man or not. I just want you to bemyman.”

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