Page 27 of Filthy Love

He liked it.

His dick loved it.

“You need a haircut.” She teetered, walking her fingers over his lower face.

The girl who was always ahead of her peers in school, not just in years but in academic achievements, was drunk off her ass in the tightest mini skirt and her tits out to there. Of all the years he’d creeped around the fringes he’d never witnessed her wild and free like this.

He liked her tits pressing into his chest and the way her fragrance seduced.

And that was his fucking cue to get her out of there, not just because some asshole might have called the law, but his dick was aching something fierce and if she continued to purr and rub all over his front, this crowd were gonna get another kind of show when he lifted her onto the bar, split her legs and buried his head underneath silver.

“You ruined my night!” She hiccupped once he managed to get her outside. Which wasn't as easy as he’d first thought it would be moving a small woman. She was all arms and legs and giggle-fits, and she really was a weak drunk, he thought, keeping his arm tight around her. “You ruined my whole fucking day, Colton. My entire life!”

“I know. Come on, little bit, keep walking, that’s it.”

Before she could lean up against someone’s Buick parked out front he pulled her against his chest.

His heart went nuts knocking up against his ribs.

For someone who thought he didn’t have one, there it was, thumping out of control.

Gia curled into him and further killed Hawk. His two hands had fucking ideas of their own, sweeping gently up and down her back.

Just a minute. Just a fucking minute.Let me soothe her.

“Hawk?” Glassy eyes looked up at him. She was so damn beautiful, and she didn’t even know it. Guys like the ones inside knew it, and that punk who carried a briefcase he knew it. “Kiss me,” she said making him recoil. “Please? Please kiss me, Hawk. you can pretend it didn’t happen tomorrow. I won’t—I won’t mention it. Please. Kiss me here.”

Silence filled his head and longing, sweet, fucking longing pooled into his gut. A furnace full of need came at him fifty strong, there was no way he could ignore her, pretend he didn’t hear. Just get her into the truck, get her home and forget this night ever happened.

Forget she was plastered to his front, hip to hip, tits pressing his chest, hands sliding into his belt loops. “I shouldn’t have to beg—dammit, Hawk, if you—”

He’d heard enough.

Taking her under the chin, his palm cupped kinder than he’d ever held anyone by the throat and directed her head back, his growl was a needy sound.

“No talking.”

Drunk and smiling, she was already clutching his shirt. Already on her toes.

He met her half way and when Hawk kissed Gia for only the third time the back of his brain was about to detonate.

Perfect.

She’s perfect.

She tasted perfect. Sweet, liquor perfection.

Oh, shit. He was sunk.

He was about to become her—whatever she needed.

Lips moved this way and that way, his tongue touching hers, he swallowed her moan. Moved his hand into the back of her hair, his lips a little more savage, more desperate.

He didn’t even know if he was kissing her the way she liked until she started clawing at his cut and shirt, trying to climb his leg, her lips pressing deeper.

Jealousy messed with his wiring, watching those men mentally undress a dancing Gia had him wanting to be aggressive with her, rougher than he’d been, it fired through his bloodstream until that’s all he tasted, the overpowering need to claim her in rough ways until the little bit of a thing learned her damn lesson not to flaunt her gorgeous self in front of him.

Stopping it before he railed her on the ground, and then he’d really have to kill every living soul in the area for seeing Gia that way, he tossed her into the front seat of the SUV and climbed in on a sigh.

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