Page 19 of Filthy Love

But he was a weak fucking man as his tongue proved.

His breathed a sigh of relief, eyelids closing.

“Okay.” He muttered. At least if she knew him, the real him, and how fucking perverted he was when it came to her, if Gia only saw a slither of it, she would stop him from loving her.

“Okay?” Her squeak almost pierced his ears and her fingers gripped onto his shirt causing his eyeballs to ping open at the point of contact, his heart sped up like she was handling his cock instead of gripping only his clothes.

Looking back there was not one single fucking second break of him agreeing to when Gia almost plowed him down and laid her lips on his. When in real time, she only raised up on her toes and pressed herself lightly into his chest, but Hawk’s dead soul came alive like fire had lit his touch paper.

That first touch of lips.

Her breath in his mouth.

That one touch poleaxed him.

She groaned as he opened for her. She fucking moaned forhim.

Which sounded great to his Gia-starved brain.

Hawk let her kiss him.

It wasn't as though he couldn't have shifted, Gia was all of five feet four and a petite thing that came up to the top of his chest.

Let her kiss me, he thought.And she'd see I don't want her that way.

Only somewhere along the way his body had other ideas.

She kissed him first as an unemotional partner and then Hawk couldn't get enough.

One taste of her and he knew he’d been starving all this time.

It was a switch going off in his head. It was a bomb in his gut. Her taste flooded into him and there was no turning back, no rejecting her. He fell into her mouth and robbed her taste and made it his own. Twisting his hard body, he used a hand on the curvy part of her spine to hold her closer and press her into a table, taking over the kissing, desperate to get his hands on her.

He was a fucking idiot.

But he was an idiot with the flavor of Gia in his mouth, in his head, in his fucking soul and he couldn’t stop the grunt pumping out of him sliding his mouth along hers, nipping, licking, stroking the tip of her lip so she’d open wider.

He thought he saidmorebut couldn’t be sure, not by the way he gripped the back of her dark head and angled her back, so he could dive in deeper and chew on her taste like the famished monster he was.

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He grunted an abrasive sound which stroked Gia all over. He didn’t even realize his own appeal. This wild man with a resting scowl face who kissed like a freaking god.

He had no damn idea how horny he made her.

Or maybe she was just mad for wanting a growly, unsociable mammoth of a man.

Her lips froze against his at the same time her insides turned to steam, her spine was liquid. He was kissing her back and Gia was lightheaded over it.

Lips crashed in a detonation of need. Want.Yearning. He may not have been the one pursuing, but he was all the way there with her, Gia, realized, with his tongue slicking over hers. She draped her arms around his neck, struggling to get as close to his strong body as she could. She arched into him as his tongue pushed inside her mouth, tangling with hers, and Gia’s knees practically collapsed out from under her.

Masculine, dynamic, deadly and big, all of him was justbig.

She’d known for a long time what she wanted; a soul-deep love. A family. And both of those things started and ended with Hawk. She wanted to have a lover who worshipped her and who she could adore in return. Again, that meant she had to try with Hawk first.

The roughness of their bodies and the weight of his chest right where she wanted it did little to ease the pulsing between her legs.

Never had she envisioned he’d have this drugging skill to kiss her socks off. Never did she think if she took the chance and threw herself at him that Hawk would just be as eager to climb inside her mouth too. But there was no sloppiness from Hawk or confusion, his tongue tip tested the waters and she opened instantly permitting him entrance and when their tongues touched it was fourth of July fireworks all over again.

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