Page 147 of Filthy Love

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Hawk didn’t think he’d ever stared at a woman as much as he did with Gia. A pervert’s gaze raked over the fine freckles on her chest, up the column of her throat to the dip he liked to bury his face in when the climax blew his head off.

She was so beautiful it curled his belly, twisting it into knots.

He wanted to own her.

Not in a fucking cute way either. Own all of her like a precious, priceless possession, so no one could take his little bit away from him again.

He watched her sleepy face content for him to stare at her. She let him do that a lot, he’d noticed. Her bow shaped lip curved at the edge with a smile.

The thin cotton shirt Gia slept in came up a little with the help of his roaming hand, exposing smooth skin. Hawk was a teenage boy with a hint of nakedness, his body reacting as always to Gia. Then he caught the sight of a pink line faded into her olive skin. Pushing the sheet down to her thighs. Back and forth he stroked the scar as he’d wanted to do months ago when she was in the hospital.

His brain raged for days to protect and take care of her.

If people though he was a basket case on his good days, it was nothing compared to how he felt those fraught hours of Gia needing surgery and Hawk feeling like shit he couldn’t do a thing for her.

“I had my appendix out.” She clarified. Her eyelids half closed. The same way she got right after she came hard for him. He stroked the scar again, watched her shudder.

“I know.” Gruffness stole through his voice, removing his hand he gently rolled down her shirt covering her. There was only so much control a man had when faced with his own personal temptation and he’d had her so much her little body should be raw by now. “I was there.” He went on confessing, no reason to hide it now.

“What do you mean, you were there?”

He rolled a shoulder and propped himself on an elbow. “Heard you were sick. I wanted to make sure you were fine.”

“At the hospital?”

“Yeah.”

“Hawk…”

“It’s no big deal.”

“Hawk.” She repeated, grasping his hand. It felt so fucking good. Her cute as fuck face flushed to the crowning of her hair making her eyes appear all the bluer against the heated skin. His thumb, that sly little asshole, rubbed on her palm. “Why didn’t you come by my room?”

I was there every night while you slept.“You had enough visitors with your family. I saw you were fine and left.” Weeks after the fact.

“I wish you had.” She smiled dreamily at him. “Big softy. Thanks for checking on me. My cute stalker.” And then without notice she climbed on top of him.

Instant erection dug into the place between her thighs where she’d split them over his body. Hawk grunted and grabbed hold of her hips while she settled.

Her face came down, teeth bit his lip.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

Gia snickered. “What a leading question. Anyone would think it was deliberate…”

He caught on fast. “A fuck or toast?”

“Why can’t I have both?”

Fuck him, he knew he shouldn’t, knew he should give her body a rest from his dirty fucking need, but he grew stiff and Gia began rocking on him, letting him feel she was wet through her shorts and his brain stopped working.

“You can have anything you want, little bit.” His hips rose giving her every inch.

Toasted bread came much later.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

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