Page 29 of Filthy Love

Something like a smile flitted across his face. Was she that drunk she was hallucinating him smiling? Maybe because it was gone in the next blink.

“I’ll try not to let your knee fall off.” Another gentle swipe then he rubbed antiseptic cream on her knee, she nibbled her lip watching him.

“I fell over.”

“I know I was there.”

“I fell over in front ofHawk! He probably thinks I’m a klutz as well as a sex-pest now. Maybe my knee should fall off, so I can die and be free of mortifi-mortific-whateverthat word is.”

The room spun a little. Those drinks really had been nice.

She really wanted to touch his hair, despite the mess of it, it looked so soft.

“There, all clean.” He gruffed with a voice that always did warm syrupy things to her between her legs. She could only ever imagine what he’d sound like whispering gruff, dirty words in bed.

Did he know he made her heart sing?

Did he care?

Gia’s temperature spiked and it had nothing to do with the amount of liquor she’d inhaled.

“Aren’t you going to kiss it better?” Her bottom lip jutted out as she leaned over to look at her knee.Still there, thank god!

That great chest attached to the too handsome man she wanted desperately inflated on a big inhale, his animal shaped eyes caught hers, she was ensnared in ice wrapped in blue and found she didn’t want to look anywhere else for the rest of her life. Huge and ferocious on his angled face, she fell in love with his deep, brooding eyes. Gia swore the world tilted, nothing to do with being drunk, he made her world move. “Please it hurts a lot, Hawk. I could die any second.”

She hiccupped again. Blinked tears.

He moved towards her rapidly. His big body arching, hands braced on the bed either side of her thighs, he dipped his head and laid a kiss to her knee.

She swooned so hard her breasts swelled, the place between the thighs turned molten and she moaned reaching out this time and catching his hair briefly.

It was soft as wool.

“I think my mouth is hurt too.” She puckered. He rose to a fearsome height, her neck cranked to look up at him.

“Now you’re just pushing it.” He came back after taking out the bowl and stuck aThe Good Dinosaurband aid on her boo-boo. Now she really did feel four years old in front of him. No wonder he didn’t want to fuck her. She’d practically thrown herself at him and he’d tossed her back like day old salmon.

Gia sighed and rolled over onto the bed, just hanging there half on half off, in her white sleeveless T-shirt and 12 dollar pink panties.

The next thing Gia knew it was the next morning.

She woke in slow increments. When she opened her eyes, the light hurt.

God. She felt ill. Worse. Close to death. Her head throbbed.

Soon as her mind realized she was awake it info-dumped all the load from last night on her. Everything she’d done, from being pissed off at Hawk, to deciding she would go out, get drunk and forget all about that man.

Only it didn’t turn out that way.

Her brain full of memories of dancing on the bar top. Being manhandled by Hawk. Falling over on her ass.

And kissing Hawk.

Everything he’d done for her last night. The way he’d taken care of her.

She danced on a bar for god's sake. She groaned mortified, burying her aching head in the sheets. If anyone in her professional field found out ... turning to alcohol because a guy upset her, wasn’t Gia. She was disappointed in herself.

And yet pleased at the same time. She never let go. She didn’t go out to have fun and deliberately dance with men and drink until the room was spinning. She’d been having fun when she’d spotted the man himself angrily making his way through the crowd. Oh, when he’d look up at her she’d swayed her hips more. Enticing him to play. She’d watched his nostrils flare and the way his fingers clenched and for a moment Gia was sure she’d influenced every jealous dragon-huff that moody man made.

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