Page 31 of Filthy Love

Busying her mouth, she gulped at the coffee and tried not to let her analytical brain take over as to why he was still here looking like a grumpy god in her kitchen.

He looked good. So good. She couldn’t look at him.

It was the nature of her job, and just the way Gia’s mind worked to overanalyze, to find a solution or a reason. Her clients relied on her to fix their marital problems in ten easy sessions. She liked to deliver. Helping people made her feel good. If she didn’t have love in her life, then she wanted everyone around her to be happy.

She’d miss her practice, too, and her clients, but she’d already mentioned her possible relocation to most of her rolodex and some wanted to keep her as their therapist. Thank god for Skype sessions being an actual thing in this modern era. She was happy to take them with her and build up a new practice in Colorado.

One minute.

Two minutes.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but Gia was aware she was present with the man who had starred in all her adult fantasies and some before she’d reached eighteen. If she were truthful, and why wouldn’t she be? Because lying to yourself was the first step to insanity. Hawk was the first person she gave herself an orgasm over and now it came back to her in startling lucidity to put color into her cheeks as though he’d see inside her brain and knew just how dirty her thoughts could get.

Gia breathed, drained her coffee. Fingers fidgeted with her coffee mug.

“So….”

Hawk moved off by pushing his hands against the sink before she could say another word. His sleek panther-like glide had her riveted to her seat, her thighs pressed tightly together to put out the forest fire he’d caused.

“I’m gonna head off now I know you survived the night,” he said seriously making Gia grin with a touch of embarrassment. She still can’t believe he stayed all night. Probably in her bedroom in that uncomfortable chair watching her. And she, dumbass, slept through the entire thing.

“Did you watch me?” She blurted before she could get a hold of her tongue.

He cocked a brow under his hair she ached to brush out of his eyes, but his beard appeared tamer this morning. Almost as if he’d been running his hands over it repeatedly.

“How else would I know if you choked?”

“Well. Thanks again. And sorry for—”

“No need.”

She followed his quick gait down the hallway to the door. He stopped so abruptly Gia almost ran into his solid back. And she knew it was solid because she could still feel him under her fingers from last night when she’d monkey-clung to him.

“If you’re still serious about wanting office space for your head shrink business,” he spoke. Gia frowned. “Contact Lawless. He can get you a good deal on rent.”

“I spoke to you about that?”

Hawk snorted. “Your drunk self was chatty on the drive home.”

“Oh. well. Yes. I am serious. The other partner in my building is buying me out and I’m seeing a realtor for this place in the next few days.”

Gia was excited and apprehensive at the same time.

“How long are you staying in Austin for?” Without conscious thought, she reached out and placed a hand at his wrist. An inconsequential touch to gain his attention and yet it was more than obvious both she and Hawk were affected by it when their breaths hiked in volume at the same time.

She rubbed her fingers on the fine hairs. Back and forth. Not daring to pull from his eyes.

She watched his nostrils flare and his lips thin and when she thought he was going to get mad as was his norm, he surprised the hell out of her when he didn’t.

Just stood there and allowed her to stroke him.

It was like being offered the keys to Christian Louboutin’s factory and told to go wild.

“Hawk?”

“Hm … yeah?” Oh, she loved that rust sounded tone. Like he was turned on. And the depth of his eyes almost eclipsed by the dark pupil.

“I asked how long you were going to be in Austin for? I assume it’s temporary.” God. She hoped it was or she was moving for nothing. Not nothing, but he was a big part in her decision.

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