Page 163 of Filthy Love

“I know you’re a workout junkie … you run and lift weights and shadow box, not to mention you spar fight...” All sounding more exhausting than the last but this body of his … she purred into his neck. He was sculpted to perfection. Not too big, hard slabs of man meat in the right places. At any given time when Hawk was shirtless she had the compulsion to nibble on his six pack, one chunk at a time.

A hand stole down through the sheets redirecting Gia’s attention when Hawk sneaked beneath the hem of her sleep tank and placed his palm on her belly. She sucked it in instinctively but after a minute had to let it all hang out or risk death.

His hand didn’t do anything else other than just exist on her belly.

Big, calloused and yummy.

“I know a workout you’d enjoy...”

“Oh?” Her pulse spiked. Please be sex.Please be sex.

“Yeah. It’d exert your full body.”Oh, Jesus.“And you’d feel it for days.”

“Really?”

Hawk’s face impassive.

Ever since they’d left the party he’d appeared lighter again after sitting with Rider for a few hours, she’d sneakily watched the two men in hopes they’d kiss and make up. Slightly worried over the feeling Hawk wasn’t telling her something, but for right now in her bed she was content to tease him into a smile.

Gia wriggled a little in hopes of encouraging his hand to explore.

It didn’t.

She pouted.

“Yeah,” his husky tones stroked through her the same way a flamethrower would melt ice cream in seconds. “From the top of your head down to your toes, no muscle will be left out. You’llache, Gia.”

Oh, god. It was sex. He meant sex.

An excited bubble began in her belly. Nipples hard. Mouth wanting.

“What...” she cleared the frog from her throat. “What is this magical exercise, baby?”

A beat of silence.

And another.

He moved down like he was going to kiss her. She readied by lifting her chin.

She loved his eyes this close, so cool and bottomless in color.

“Pilates.” He whispered against her lips and Gia’s eyes narrowed before she popped the noiselessly laughing joker on his shoulder.

She flopped onto her side, giving him the coldest of shoulders. Her body whining that it didn’t get what it was promised. What a fucking clit-tease. “I hate you so much!”

Hands stroked her all over.

She could hear the amusement laced through his voice. “No, you don’t.”

“I do! I feel it passionately and strongly in my belly.”

Without warning Hawk rolled on top of her, caging her in, restarting her heart in that thumping rhythm that never truly calmed when he was around.

“Is that right?”

Using his lower half, he nestled into the space he made for himself between her legs. She felt everything pressing to her core and held back her hungry purr.

Her voice unsteady. “You shouldn’t tease me like that.”

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